Thursday, June 23, 2011
Insomnia with a Purpose
I'm taking a workshop this week for teachers of writing. It got me thinking about when I actually used to write a bit. So of course I had to get up at 5 a.m. or so and dig through a file drawer in a file cabinet in the attic in my robe and slippers to look at stuff I had written 15 years ago. Some is missing..maybe on an old computer in the basement..maybe not. Don't know if there are hard copies of everything. This stuff was from 15 years ago..I was in my...er..depressed, bohemian writers stage...reading about Dorothy Parker and the Algonquin Round Table, Anais Nin, Henry Miller..yuck, nope, not going back there, but probably did some of my best writing when in a state of narcissism..but not really narcissism, because I sure didn't love myself! Maybe it is time to take it up again, a different and better person..between grad school classes that is.