I’ve worked a bit with a professional writing coach, Claudette Sutherland. Claudette is presenting a workshop; here’s the info:
One True Sentence…
Sunday May 4
6:00-7:30
Admission will be $8.00
Electric Lodge Theatre
1416 Electric Avenue
Just at Venice and Abbot Kinney
You will hear and see how writing gets from here to there; from imagination to paper read by a collection of Los Angeles writers from several genres all in the process of growing and shaping their work. Samplings are from personal essay, fiction and memoir moderated by Claudette Sutherland from her classes in Creative Writing.
It is a provocative way to spend a couple of hours in the company of like-minded artists and a good setting for some conversation on creativity.
You can visit Claudette’s web site at http://www.gotoclaudette.com and see her student’s work all of which grew out of commitment to class, to practice and the work at hand.
If you live in L.A. and are thinking of taking the leap into writing anything — fiction or non — it’s well-worth your time. Amazing things can indeed happen.
Thanks, Hugo, your previous post was one of the more honest things I’ve ever seen anybody post.
I’m a southern white man with class and race resentments out the wazz.
I reflexivelly mistrust anyone who claims they are not racist – black, brown or especially white. The trick is to see, claim and engage with one’s own racism. I mean, it’s older than we are. It is not a product of our own, or even our past couple generations’ experience, it is a big deal. It devolves to Eliminationism on the left as well as the right – especially the Right.
Hugo, I am one of those who, very occasionally, when I do bother to post, chides you for your class-based inability to see through my eyes. I keep coming back here, not because I’m some MRA asshole (um, bubba, I’ve been selling those guys alcohol for 20 years, and their complaints are real, though their enemy is the Patriarchy, not “those bitches” who’ve stiffed them, though I can’t tell them that in a way they can hear, nor are you helping) who wants to bait you, but because your struggle (outrageously, grotesquely privileged though you may have been) may have lessons for my own.
Be well. I’ll come back.
Feel free to delete this. It is off topic, after all.
Thank you
Oriscus
hpb
Austin, TX
Off topic also.
Maybe it is a matter of semantics, but I do not completely understand your comment on whiteness. “I have willfully refused to reject, renounce, or even seriously reflect upon my whiteness.” Skin pigmentation is an immutable trait, so what is there to reject or renounce. Should people also renounce their “blackness”? Or is “whiteness†some kind of euphemism for being a racial bigot?
Fred, I’ll post on whiteness, as I understand it, this week.
We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue, and then we’ll take it higher.
I love that song, Manju.
And I am seriously considering going to that writer’s workshop.