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I mentioned that I have this desire to write.  And then realized I already write.  I want to write more.  But it terrifies me.  And I’m too busy.  And I don’t know what to write.  Only I have three ideas in the hopper, two nonfiction and one fiction.  And that’s all crap because until I “sit the Hell down and write” (thank you, Patti Digh), I am not writing.

So I’ve busied myself with other things–trying to get ahead at work so I’ll have time to write, furnishing and decorating my new writing room that my husband created for me, spending quality time with my sweet two-year-old son.  None of which is writing.  Which is what I say I want to do.

Then WHAM! What hits my desk (at work) the other day?  A postcard, inviting me to register for a once-a-week workshop on “The Artist’s Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity” which professes to answer the questions:

  • What are the basic principles of creative expression?
  • How do I overcome blocks to my creativity?
  • How can I be true to my authentic self while balancing life’s demands?
  • How can I clarify and apply my unique strengths to my life?

I would like the answers to those questions, but am not sure I want to sit around with a bunch of artists and would-be artists and do my soul-searching with them.  I’m trying to convince myself that the this is a workshop for artists.  You know, those people who paint, sculpt, work in scrap metal, whatever.  Not would-be writers.  But it’s nagging at me.  It keeps popping up everywhere, that little pink postcard.  Upstairs, downstairs, in my writing room, in my purse, in my car.  It’s haunting me, hunting me, chasing me.  But I haven’t called the number.  Or checked the website.  Or gone to find out who “acclaimed author Julia Cameron” is, upon which this workshop is based.  Because if I don’t know, then quite possibly it isn’t for me.  So I’m going to do a little sleuthing right now…

The last writer's workshop I went to

I felt like a fish out of water at this writer's workshop

Okay, I found Julia Cameron Live and it sounds…um…a little touchy-feely.  Then I went to the website of all factoid websites, Wikipedia.  And found this information.  This Julia Cameron person was married to Martin Scorsese, for heaven’s sake.  How can she possibly have anything to say that would help me, a 40-something college professor with a desire to write something other than class notes?

But I’m certainly not helping myself too much.  I wonder if there’s a CliffsNotes version that wouldn’t require me to express myself in front of others?  I don’t really play well with others.  *sigh*  Ok, I’ll call.  But if they hold hands and sing Koombayah even once, I’m outta there.

Back off, pink postcard.

Carpe conquering your fears.

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