I mentioned back in Four pieces for a workshop that I’m taking an online writing course.
I’ve taken a few courses from this provider since then. It is a fascinating experience. A few of the students are worth the price of admission. I can’t stop thinking of them as characters – truthfully, more like caricatures – and wonder if their behavior is how they believe auteurs should behave or how they genuinely behave.
Some of the other students are also worth the price of admission, and differently; they’re witty, forthcoming, enjoy a good laugh, … I’ve engaged a few of them out of the class. Good folks, all.
Anyway, I’ll be sharing more of the exercises from the class in this and subsequent posts.
Bob sat calmly reading a story about a woman in a barn watching a neighbor drive a car by. It didn’t occur to Bob how amazing this was, nor did Bob’s owner, Frieda, seem to notice.
But Sylvester and Carmine, Bob’s two kits, were incensed.
“Yo! Momma!” they mewed. “Roll over! Give us those teats!”
Frieda looked down at the kits plaintive cries. “Oh, my. Bob. You’re starving your children.”
“Bob’s not feeding her kits.”
“You know this how?”
“I watched her. She sat curled on a magazine. Sylvester and Carmine practically knocked her over to get at her, poor things.”
“You watched our cat not feed her kits. How long did you watch our cat not feed her kits?”
“Must have been a half, three-quarters of an hour.”
“Were they quiet through all this?
“Wailing like tiny banshees, they were.”
“You sat and watched all this, listened to the kits crying, but did nothing?”
“What would you have me do?”