SNYDERMANIA: KIM MORGAN'S CREATIVE WRITING CLASS

Monday, August 27, 2012

KIM MORGAN'S CREATIVE WRITING CLASS

It was my honor to do a reading of "Dave Cruz" for Kim Morgan's creative writing class in Chandler, Arizona. Kim's students were a fantastic audience. Man, they even laughed at the funny parts. Afterwards we had an invigorating talk about the writing process,inspiration and flash reads. What a rush! Got to tell you, those new school writers inspired me.

2 comments:

JJ said...: I agree that nothing is better than a class full of young readers and writers. Good for you!; August 29, 2012 at 2:40 PM
Estetik said...: don't give much pressure to your brain .. just chill dude .. i'm with you
Estetik; December 7, 2012 at 3:13 AM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?