Tomorrow I am teaching adults ‘Creative Writing’.  It was a fluke that I was asked to do so.  I went to a newly developed condo complex just outside of Boston and was glad to tour and see about space and amenties.  It was just okay.  It was a major downsize from my already downsized space.  I thought about the balancing of new appliances and the anonimity of the place; that part was enticing.  Doing my own thing, without anyone watching, knowing or caring.  Ahh..being anonymous.  Then there was the small space.  A one bedroom rather than two and the common area for dining and living.  Seemed cramped.

Thought I’d ask the woman showing me around about cost. “Seven thousand a month!” was her response.

“What?  Did I hear you correctly?”

“Yeah,” she answered.  “It’s seven thousand a month and it includes all the perks I showed you and daily breakfast & dinner.  The meals are prepared by a chef.”

“Oh my God.  No, way!”  And to think that a moment ago, I had been hedging about the small space.

“Well, thanks.  Thank you for your time.”   I started for the exit.  Then, she stopped me, called me back.  “Hey, didn’t you say that you’re a writer?”

“Yes. I teach writing and classes at local colleges.”

“Maybe this is kismet.  I am looking for a teacher to teach creative writing and memoir.  Are you interested?”

‘Sure. Yes.”

“Okay, send me some information and you’ve got the job.”

Literally, that is how I got the gig teaching adults writing.  It’s been just over six months and went from Memoir to Writing Prompts to revision work and some pretty cool prompts to get it going.

Some days, there’s one or two people attending and other days, there’s many more.

I feel lucky; okay, fortunate to fall into this & that.   This is one of those moments.

I really, really like the people.  There’s been some funny times with stories that are quite ironic.  There’s also been sharing of more poignant stories.

Since I started teaching adult learners, I have dipped in to writing brief bits and pieces.

At the college, I do the assignments along with my students.  Most of that type of writing is academic and analysis.  This is fun.  For me, it is a minor part of my week where the writing and discussions are meaningful in a way that matters in a personal and very direct way.

I have just written out some writing prompts for the class and fooled around with some of my old flash fiction stories.  It’s all good.

Feeling grateful.