" Most stories, most good stories at least, have a conflict or even a disaster - burned bridges, vomited in someone elses diary, drunkenly falling into a birthday cake. If there's not alcohol involved, then there's drugs, danger, Hollywood-style explosions, espionage, treachery, jealousy, blood, guts, shit, fornication, longing for love, clinging to love, lost love - it almost always seems to return to love", Sergio Williams announced to the young students on the first day of creative writing class. "Your masterpieces, and yes, you do all have masterpieces inside, may never be performed. They may remain unfinished - perpetually changing, improving. The most important thing is the opening - the first notes - for they should ring -out majestically. They are the cornerstones, the building blocks. The first notes must soar. They will draw the crowd. They will announce something lovely, something important to the world, to the heavens, to the gods."
What a load of pompous bullshit, thought Jackson Whitlock, as he sat in the back row of his first creative writing class. He began daydreaming about baseball when something Williams said took a strange hold of the 18 year-old Jackson - "You must dig, excavate, discover, and define all words, so that they will be set free to shine radiantly beneath the sun. Set them free from the cavernous depths of your memories."
Even though, he thought 90 percent of what his professor was preaching on about was flowery crap, the image of words trapped in a deep cave appealed greatly to Jackson. It gave him the sense of discovering buried treasure - of adventure.
What a load of pompous bullshit, thought Jackson Whitlock, as he sat in the back row of his first creative writing class. He began daydreaming about baseball when something Williams said took a strange hold of the 18 year-old Jackson - "You must dig, excavate, discover, and define all words, so that they will be set free to shine radiantly beneath the sun. Set them free from the cavernous depths of your memories."
Even though, he thought 90 percent of what his professor was preaching on about was flowery crap, the image of words trapped in a deep cave appealed greatly to Jackson. It gave him the sense of discovering buried treasure - of adventure.
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