I was going to keep this
a secret but when I ran into trouble with technology I knew I would have to come clean before I
wanted to. Staring at my computer
screen, my voice bubbled to the surface and I yelled out, “F***! Why is this happening? Why can’t I send it? Like f***!”
Ugh, now I was
going to have to get help from my son, our resident technology guru. I
grabbed my iPhone and texted: “Hey, do you have a minute to help me with
something on my computer?”
He answered by
surfacing immediately from the basement, happy to take a break from his studies.
Besides, the food was upstairs, not downstairs. “What’s up? What can’t you do?”
he inquired as he made his way to the fridge and buried his head deep inside.
“I’m trying to
send an email to this guy but the email isn’t sending. Like what’s the
deal?” “Relax, Mom.” He came sauntering over with an
apple in his mouth and plopped himself down tightly beside me just like he did
when he was a little boy ready for a bedtime story. Turning my computer in his direction, he
carefully studied the screen from top to bottom. “What is this I’m looking at?
Is, is this a course?”
"Yeah, It is. A writing course. Like why isn't it working?"
"Yeah, It is. A writing course. Like why isn't it working?"
“Awesome! Okay, so
here. Stop trying to use the email link on his website. Let’s just copy and
paste his email into your email. It’s way easier. Re-type your message then hit
send when you’re done. It should work.
Okay?”
“Okay! Here goes nothing.” I typed as fast as I could while Clarke was still in the general vicinity just in case I encountered more technical difficulties. After my email was written and proofread, I took a picture of the screen as a memento, and titled it: “The scariest thing I have ever done – enrolling in a writing course … yikes!!!”
“Okay! Here goes nothing.” I typed as fast as I could while Clarke was still in the general vicinity just in case I encountered more technical difficulties. After my email was written and proofread, I took a picture of the screen as a memento, and titled it: “The scariest thing I have ever done – enrolling in a writing course … yikes!!!”
I inhaled deeply
and hit send.
My shriek of excitement
filled the air with “Donnne! Now I
wait!”
With a hearty
laugh, Clarke gave me a thumbs-up before he retreated to the basement with a fistful
of snacks.
Two weeks flew by
and I finally receive an email confirming my spot in the course.
September fast approached
and my kids were as excited for me as I was to begin this writing adventure.
“So, Mom,
tonight’s the night! You’re actually going to class!” my daughter exclaimed.
“Yup, I am.” In that moment, I felt the common bond of being
a student again, just like my kids; they too are continuing their education to
enhance their professions.
Walking into the
first night of class was thrilling and terrifying at the same time. The course details were carefully laid out and
included a section of time to write in class and to share that piece with small
peer groups, as well a “show and tell” element.
Kindergarten stuff all over again, but this seemed way scarier than
kindergarten.
Our trusty teacher
asked for volunteers for the following week.
Look away, I thought. Look
casual. Don’t panic. Don’t pick me. And
to my delight others offered and I escaped the first round. Phew! Maybe next week but not this week.
After class I
rushed home and found my kids waiting for me around the kitchen island, eager
for details. I was giddy with excitement
and couldn’t talk fast enough.
“So, how was it?”
Clarke and Kelli probed sitting on the edge of their seats.
“Oh my god, it was
so fun and terrifying. We write in class
and then get paired up with others and we share that writing. Like man, that’s scary stuff. And – we all have to do this “show and tell”
part, like bring something in and read your shit out loud in front of everyone. Man, I’d better get a head start for next
week and start brain-storming. I gotta go! Like for real I have to start
writing.”
And I did. And
pretty soon it wasn’t as scary. I even did show and tell – read a piece about biking
down Haleakala in Maui for my tell and brought a series of pictures of that
adventure for my show.
Thank you “Writing
Personal Stories” for showing up in my hometown.
Liz White is a lover of words who was looking for a writers' group to inspire her to write on a regular basis. “Writing Personal Stories” with
Brian came to her hometown of Burlington and fit that niche. Now she plans to
work her way through all of Brian’s courses.
The next Writing Personal Stories course
is on Friday afternoons, starting April 13 in Toronto (see here).
See details of all seven weekly classes, from Introductory to Intensive, starting this spring here.
See Brian Henry’s complete current schedule here, including writing workshops, weekly writing classes, and weekend retreats
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