I Have A Confession To Make...
You know how with reality television on every show of every season there is at least one big confession that some cast member makes, and it's generally something that any normal person wouldn't admit on national television? Well, sorry, my confession is not as juicy, but I have one nonetheless. At the beginning of this school year I did not count myself among the ranks of non-fiction fans. As the semester has progressed though I have found myself more and more intrigued by the unwieldy beast. To be brief, I have developed an addiction to non-fiction--it could almost be a song name.
I am not quite sure how the addiction started, but I definitely feel that it has something to do with being a part of the Ivory Tower staff and really making an effort to connect myself with all that Ivory Tower is, part of that being non-fiction.
I have always been skeptical of non-fiction; I thought it was a dull collection of dust pressed into a page with no character or feeling, but that was a naïve assumption. It takes a lot of character and feeling for a writer or reader to delve into non-fiction. Though I have discovered it is a creature that's definition cannot be concretely decided upon, there is an overwhelming amount of honesty to be gained in reading non-fiction. Reading more non-fiction this year, like On Death and Dying by Dr. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, has taught me a lot about myself, others, and society that I do not feel I could have learned as fully from fiction, poetry, or visual art.
Reading more non-fiction has also motivated me to pick up my pen and write more. Write about me, my thoughts, the people I know. It sounds narcissistic, I know, but lets be honest, we are very egocentric beings, we should embrace it and use it to connect with others. I am not the only person at the University of Minnesota whose parents are divorced, my friend is not the only person on the brink of graduation wondering what's next?, my mom is not the only middle-aged woman going through a midlife crisis, that kid in my poli sci class is not the only person pushing their opinions, you are not the only person wondering how that sesame seed bun got in the middle of the road.
My newly developed addiction has made me enthused for the workshop Thursday with Julie Schumacher (the free pizza helps too!). I plan on using the workshop to brainstorm some ideas for non-fiction pieces of my own, and also to connect with other peers interested in non-fiction. I hope to see you there. Write, workshop, submit, share. I promise you'll be all the better for it.
Erin Flannery
Managing Editor