No Wifezilla NO!
You are SEATTLE Examiner!
Ha, I'm glad you explained this. I thought Jajika was nipping at the eggnog a bit too much maybe, or myself perhaps.
So you can tell by this that I am near Seattle.
I have taken writing classes at a community college here in my humble small town that are fantastic. They did not make a 'writer' out of me but did much to deepen my joy at the attempt. Joy at the attempt that I came by through very painfull work.
I struggled HORRIBLY in school with what must be a writing disability of some sort. I couldn't write a 'paper' to save my life. I went through many late nights-before-its-due hell sessions
slogging out a C- peice of work that dissapointed all.
I even stole sentences from resource material which hurt me more as I am not basically a dishonest person.
After graduating high school I went to community college to study forestry. It was there that I had a writing instructor who was the
first to help me. He taught me nothing.
What he did do was express the same amazement that I felt deep down inside that I couldn't write. He acknowleged that I was truly trying, that I was not stupid and that it was surprising that someone who loved to READ so much would be completely incapable of stringing a few sentences together. God bless him where ever he is now.
Another great shift in conciousness for me occured as I was driving aimlessly in the beautiful mountains south of SanDiego at 2 AM in 1985. Yes 1985. I don't usually remember dates very well but I bought a new truck that year that I still drive... but I digress.
The shift. I was listening to my radio as I wound my way through the dark hills and I found some NPR broadcast of an interview with Annie Dillard. I couldn't believe it. Mentally , physically, I was in the middle of no where and here was an interview with someone whose writing I just adored.
You know what she said that caused my shift? Of course not. So I will tell you. The interviewer asked if her wonderful prose came out in just the form we read it in.
Well, Ms Dillard was agast - 'Good lord no!' (or some simular exclamation) She went on to describe her process as sitting down to write and making a HUGE mess until she knew she was done.
Then, and only then, she would allow herself to look critically at her work. And she would change things. Not just a little but like major surgery. Hacking and slashing and stitching things back together untill she started to get the form that her 'critic' knew was good.
This was a revolution in my understanding of the writing process. I could never have imagined Annie Dillard making a mess of any writing of any kind any where at any time. And yet it was so.
So I'm enjoying immensly this thread and all the interesting contributions so far. I'm keeping an eye on you people.