I started my summer grad classes the other night, and one of them is a “Teachers as Writers” course. It works under the premise that all English teachers have the ability to be a writer of some sort. We were told we will be given ten minutes to write at the start of every class, and that eventually the time allotted for writing will be upped to half an hour. It’s a pretty fascinating course, and I’m excited to actually be given the opportunity to write. I decided that I’m going to post each of my “ten minute musings” as I’ve dubbed them… why not? Here’s the first one. Enjoy!
Ten Minute Musings #1
“Write for about ten minutes,” she said. Funny, that’s exactly what Susan tells me. Actually, it’s what her mentor, Marie Ponsot, tells her. “Write for ten minutes every day and you’ll be a writer.” I’ve heard this sentence uttered countless times over the past four years; I took 7 poetry courses with Susan, and each one came with the same advice. I never took it, mainly because I was too wrapped up in my own life to make time for myself. I’d sit down with my moleskin to write, and suddenly the world would need me. Friends would call, residents would come to my door crying and in need of advice, Mom would call to vent about Grandma or my brother or some other meaningless thing… no matter when I sat down with the moleskin, my life was always interrupted by everyone else’s lives.
In March, I caught an acute case of Senioritis. I went to a “Sex, Love, and Dating Conference,” and, due to the fact that I knew nobody else there, I took on a persona. I pretended to be writing about my time at the conference for a website. My imagination turned into reality, and by the next evening, I had bought a domain. “GingerSass.com” was born. (Or, as it was pointed out to me, “GingersAss.com.”) Somehow, writing for my website ignited a fire in me. I strived to make my site presentable, and with a steady stream of writing, plus a few contests, some fun graphic design, and a lot of whoring-my-brand-out on Facebook and Twitter, my site has had over 2,000 views, was featured by some prominent sites in the queer community, and I was well on my way to becoming a Z-list celesbian.
Being a Z-list celesbian has its perks. I can still go out places and not have people be fake to me, unless they want to buy me a drink. Then I’m fake too, smile, bat my eyelashes, and ask for the fruitiest rum filled drink I can think of. I’ve only had one “fan” run up to me at an event, and it was because she recognized my face from a post I wrote about volunteering with the NOH8 campaign. I also think it’s because I flirted with her a bit at the NOH8 event. I’m one of three lesbian-identified writers being honored at a Pride Event. My name–and website– are getting out there. People actually respect my opinion, and I have a drive to write for the first time in awhile. I have a fan base waiting on me. Maybe this whole ten minutes of writing thing actually works for me… it worked just now. I guess listening to Susan after all these years is finally paying off.