But none of them wrote the stories.
I guess that was my fault, I guess I wasn't clear. I thought I was clear, but I guess by the frantic gasping I received in response to my asking them for their stories I was not. Okay, fine. I'm not angry. I'm still learning. Dear class: I am not staring at you in anger, I am staring because I have no idea how I'm going to fill the next 45 minutes!
Yeah. I set them to writing a quick exercise--I like having them do these, as 'warm-ups'; a concept that I think as actors and musicians and dancers they appreciate--while I tried to figure out what I was going to do.
Luckily I had some flash fictions that we hadn't read last week that we "workshopped." They really enjoyed it, it seemed. Hopefully they are less afraid. Unfortunately, I think we're going to skip workshopping their one page stories--I will collect them and give them feedback, hopefully the combination of feedback and a practice workshop will encourage them to feel comfortable sharing.