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Fiction Class January 2022


 Climb Into Their Skin

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of viewuntil you climb into his skin and walk around in it.”

To Kill a Mockingbird

 

As writers, we spent much of our time in our character’s skin and the world in which they walk, and our goal is to bring our eager readers along with us on this journey. 

 

What is it that makes you keep turning the page when you pick up a book? Is it fascinating and complex characters, evocative language, a strong voice, a vivid setting ortantalizing plot? Our aim as writers is to tell a story that seamlessly elevates all these elements. We want our readers to immerse themselves in our story, but also, perhaps, to stop and ponder what deeper meanings may be revealed upon a closer reading, what extra layers may be unveiled between the lines. 

 

In this class, we will work on how to make all these elements shine in our writing. We’ll examine outside readings by authors who employ their craft expertly so we can learn to apply their skills to our own writing. I will offer inspiring in-class writing prompts to flex your writing muscles in a spontaneous and playful way. And you will share your works-in-progress each week, receiving and providing constructive feedback within a supportive and encouraging writing community. So, let’s get together and write!



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