i'd better take back that last entry, because it turns out there's something to learn from that writing class after all.
rajnesh read another story of his, and as the first time, i was really wowed. there's something sensual about his writing style, something so different from how i write. he focuses on the details of every scene, he loves the details, it seems, the subtleties of mood and color... there is a life to his stories, an abundance like life itself... with me there is a constant impatience with descriptions, characterizations, and basically all that gives words substance. my creations are skeletons, driven only by an agitation to get the story told... an occasional clever sentence maybe...
the main thing i lack seems to be experience. my life has not been rich enough; i have not seen enough stories to tell them... i write from imagination rather than experience... but imagination only reaches so far. plus i seem to have fallen out of love with the physical world. i don't love the "things" around me the way a really great writer should. all this i need to try and change.