The truth is, I haven't stopped taking pottery classes yet. I'm now about half way through my third 8-week session and already working out my schedule to allow for more. I am able to get to the studio on Tuesdays and Saturdays to spend between 6 and 8 hours a week with this new obsession. Yes, I would spend more time at it if I could.
This is an excerpt from the story I'm writing for NaNoWriMo this year. It opens chapter three. Still not sure where the story is going, but it sure is fun.
I wasn't going to do it this year, but I signed up for NaNoWriMo again this year. This is because last week a new story popped into my head and I feel compelled to write it down. I've only a vague idea about where its going, but it is another one about Sarah and the strange houses she encounters. The working title so far is, The house that George Built. This is really back story, about when Sarah first realizes she has paranormal intuitions. Of course, it's all a part of the family curse, but then what isn't? At any rate, I expect to have fun with it.
I ran like hell. Almost made it. The darkening sky took on an ominous tone. Naked trees became fluid, writhing silhouettes in the wind. Between gasps to fill my lungs with the hot air, I imagined that the branches were spelling druidic curses in the air. If only I knew the code. If only there was some magical way to understand the symbols and with a few, choice words mitigate the impending destruction.
And then I stopped. I understood. This was nature. This was cleansing on a grand scale, and this dirty old world deserved nothing less.
The rain came.
After just one pottery class, I've decided that there are many similarities between throwing pots and writing stories. Both are addictive. Both take a lot of practice time and effort to become accomplished. The end result, when done well, is engaging on many levels. There are, however, some significant advantages when learning the craft of clay versus that of writing.