If you haven’t already worked out by now, I love writing. I have read thousands of novels since I was a child which has led to an interest and love for story-telling. However, you can probably guess how my own story goes. School, College, fruitless promises to write in the summer all resulted in a whole load of nothing substantial. I have started yet never completed but I guess that is in part due to my rapidly shifting maturity. I could not really continue with the story based on my favourite computer game once I realised it sounded cringe worthy and childish. Nor could I expand on the story of the hapless detective once my thoughts matured and my interests turned towards the more meaningful side of things. Now though, I think I am ready to develop my skills as a writer and to experiment with language.
That is why next year at university, I will be taking two creative writing modules. One for poetry and one for prose. Now I know what a lot of people say about creative writing classes; that they are useless and a waste of time but I for one am definitely looking forward to them. If they do turn out to be hopeless then I will have six other modules to occupy me. However, I have a feeling that they will be a lot more enjoyable than other modules. Finally a place to discuss your own writing, to be prompted to write, to share ideas and receive critical feedback. When I watched the film Wonder Boys, I immediately knew that I had to experience a creative writing class, for better or for worse. I want to be in an environment where I am stimulated to write.
I wonder if any of you have been to a creative writing class? I guess it is one of those things where the experience depends on the individual which ironically is the same with every English class. Why are there some who benefit greatly whilst others try their best but don’t get anything out of it? Alas, the subjectivity of writing,
Until Next Time
A Worried Student