Over the weekend I had an epiphany: I simply cannot maintain a blog about writing. Oh, I can write, and I intend to, but blogging about writing just because it’s my is focus is BORING. It’s boring to me, so it’s got to be boring to you. The online blogging class is over so I’m tossing the week one assignment to have a focus. I’m not, however, discarding the other cool things I learned or the great people (other students and instructor) I met through the class.
I need to write about what’s relevant to me in the moment in order to be inspired and creative. I’m sure I’ll do plenty of blogs on writing, especially if/when my book is accepted for publication. I just don’t want to be pinned down to the subject. I’ll keep the Monday, Wednesday, Friday format (though I may change the blog names). My characters will continue to blog most Friday’s because … well because I’d have a riot on my hands if I tried to stop them.
So … what’s relevant to me today? Tap dancing. “Huh?” you say. (That was hubby’s reaction too when I brought home a pair of tap shoes.) Yep. Tap dancing. I tapped as a little girl and was on my college dance team, the Huntingdon Honeys, though we didn’t tap. Our primary performance venue was at halftime of home basketball games, and they had this silly thing about preserving the court floors–Go figure.
I’ve only tapped (publicly) once as an adult. Fifteen years or so ago (in my other life) I belonged to a club that did a show once a year. About eight of us former tappers decided to dust off our tap shoes and do a tap number one year. The only thing I can say about that performance is we survived … barely.
Today I start my twice a week tap dance lessons at a little studio about five miles from my home. Once I’m up to speed, I’ll be promoted to a group of mature women called the Tap ‘N Dolls. They recently won the talent show at an adjacent county fair and perform at events around town from time to time. Next June we’ll join the other students in the dance school (i.e. children) in their annual recital at the Tennessee Performing Arts Center. TPAC is where the road companies of Broadway (and other) shows are performed. As season ticket holders we’ve seen Wicked, Beauty and the Beast, Jersey Boys, The Color Purple, and many more excellent productions on that stage, so imagine the thrill of dancing there.
The instructor for the Tapping Dolls is a former Rockette, but that’s not even the coolest part. The coolest part of all this is I’ll be among the YOUNGEST of the dolls. Some are in their 70’s. Oh, I can’t wait to be the baby of a group again.
So if I’m not too sore to type (and my fingers shouldn’t be) I’ll be back Wednesday. ‘Til then…