This week, for my writing class, we went to the Centre de Commerce Mondial de Montréal. Here, my classmates and I were “observing,” “seeking inspiration” for a short story, etc. I found my inspiration in a barista. I promise you that the story will not be posted.
But I did get distracted. While searching for inspiration/spying on people in the name of creativity, I couldn’t resist checking out all of the different versions of Santa Claus on display.
21st Century Santa was my favorite. Black Santa (who deals with the naughty list) was my second favorite.
In other writing class news, I think my writing, albeit atrociously grammatically incorrect, must be somewhat convincing. In one assignment, we had to write a story that included a life boat, a magic wand, started with a sentence about a spider biting us, included a doctor who was also a garbage collector, and the use of the words pounce and enigmatic. Definitely creative writing which would not likely include many true facts, right?
I wrote about my older brother Philip who was studious, withdrawn, genius, and anti-social. He was a doctor, had a nervous breakdown, took a job as a garbage collector, lost that job due to mental illness, and then moved to the Galapagos Islands proclaiming to be the second coming of Charles Darwin to avoid paying his massive student loans. Today, my instructor asked me if the story was true. I told him my desire to avoid paying student loans was definitely projected onto my imaginary brother, but he seemed surprised, maybe even disappointed, that poor Philip/Chuck Darwin wasn’t based on a real person. Man, I will miss that class.
Well, Merry Christmas weekend to you all! Four days left to find those gifts!