This is how I know I’m a writer: everything I think is a visualized line in a poem or a paragraph. I can see black letters on white paper in the movie theatre of my brain – telling a story. Making a point. Having an opinion. Being brave. Or funny. Or not making any sense… Continue reading I know I’m a Writer because…movie theatres, fuzziness and purpose.
I have a story about Mitch Albom. When I was in OAC Writer's Craft, I had an amazing English teacher, Mr. W. One of his assignments was for us to choose a writer whose work we loved, admired and aspired to learn from - and write in the style of this writer for our assignment.… Continue reading Mitch Albom and I