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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 to those timeless, happy moments. And it lends a sense of humor and lightness to the awkward and the rough. Sure enough, a nice by-product is ameliorated communication. Thus, for each class, we will study the improvisation basics and do some exercises. We will explore and expand our own writing practices. Sharing and snacks will close each class.

There is plenty of high drama in all our lives. Practicing improvisation and writing help us laugh and breathe through intrigue at home, scandal at work, histrionics at school. (sometimes all in the same day.) You name it. And write it. And you’ve made it!

Eleanor Scott is a writer, artist, performer who has taught for over 20 years. She has taught drama, English, French and art. She has a BA in English and an MFA in sculpture. Currently she teaches art at George Peabody ES and facilitates classes at Apple University in Cupertino. She is writing a YA novel, “Charming Girl No More”(see scenes on Grumpypirates.blogspot.com) and a novel, “Ella Jane Sender” on tumblr. elscottwritingart.
BTW- Be-Tell-Write Eleanor Scott elscott920@gmail.com
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