Daily Booth

Hollywood Hills, CA

I went to class tonight with what I thought was a giant turd of a poem. Sharon Olds and I spent as much time together this week as we have over the last month,
but instead of inspiration there was nothing.

So I took my six terrible lines and stood up in front of everyone and read my dreck.

That's when the best thing happened.
Jack and my classmates took my horrid six lines and
saw the heart of this piece. Rather than criticize,
I was given ideas for how to make it really rather brilliant.

I'll be rewriting it this week and shaping it into
something more than I could have imagined.

This is why I cannot imagine my life without Method Writing.