The Magic of Words

This semester I took a creative writing class. When I signed up for it I didn't know exactly what to expect, because the only experience I'd had with a creative writing class was in high school where we watched Twilight Zone and when I wrote villanelles during lunch on the days they were due, and I hated it. But I decided to take a creative writing class.

I didn't realize what I was getting myself into. I didn't realize that, deep down, writing is what I want to do, that authorship is the lens through which I want to see the world. I don't need to write anything groundbreaking, but I do need to write. And I want, more than anything, to be able to write well.

Last night I was able to read pieces by some of my classmates and I recognized the power words have over everything. I learned what it looks like to listen to silence, and I found myself in the kitchen dancing through heartache and I realized that that's what I want to be able to accomplish someday. So I'll keep writing and I'll let you know what happens. Hopefully I'll be figuring it out right along with you.