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Be Tell Write: improv and creative writing for adults

BTW- Be-Tell-Write with Eleanor Scott
A hybrid creative writing and improvisation class.
Be in the moment. 
Tell and listen. 
Write it down. 
Repeat.
Classes meet the 6:30-8:30pm Thursdays (every other) 
March 26, April 9, April 23, May 14, May 28 2015
@ St James Episcopal Church (Parrish Hall, downstairs) 
4620 California St (at 8th Ave)
San Francisco, CA 94118
$35 for drop-in; $150 for the series
Qs? Elscott920@gmail.com
***On the Thursdays we do not meet in person. There will be an online offering with writing prompts and homework. (Examples: 1.This week, watch people around you and describe a gesture that is hard to decipher. 2. Write down a crazy story that still makes you laugh. 3. Go to a café by yourself. Look around.)***

Trying to be present in our  lives and not flee from trickiness is difficult and elusive. However, when achieved, what a calm, cool pay off. Studying the art of honest listening (improv.) and writing down exactly what you see, hear and feel, allows for more access…

Scene from "Charming Girl No More"

Here is the first scene in part II of "Charming Girl No More." We meet the brilliant but angry Alba Ayfray, director of the Bureau of Safety, who searches for a way to chemical alter woman's minds so they stop making 'bad' decisions. But Alba is interrupted by her co-direct Hugo Purr who has some bad news.

Part II: The UndergroundAlba in her LabAlba looked up from her microscope. “What do you mean, ’compromised?’” she said, making a excruciating squeak as she pushed her metal stool back from her lab bench. “Uh. Well. It s-seems someone got inside it,” Hugo said, looking at his loafers. “Someone got inside the Dark Room?” “They are out. They are out. Now,” Hugo put his hands up, fingers splayed in front of him as if to ward off an aggressive force coming at him. Hugo didn’t know where to look. He wanted to avoid seeing the dark, sleepy shapes that seemed to be whimpering quietly on the cots behind Alba’s workbench. Hugo caught a glimpse of a hand from one cot reaching …