Becoming A Fiction Writer
One girl, one dream … and a whole lot of procrastination
May 27, 2008 by amanda

Should creative writing be studied?

Sometimes I really regret that I didn’t study creative writing at university. I was really encouraged to write throughout primary school, and in early high school a couple of teachers were also quite complimentary about my writing skills. But as university choices loomed ever closer, and I was able to get good grades in other subjects too, then my teachers steered my career choices towards “practical” subjects and I ended up studying mathematics.

Of course, everything in life happens for a reason, and if I hadn’t studied maths, I wouldn’t have worked in maths education, and then segued into teacher training, and finally (if in a somewhat backwards fashion) become a teacher, which I love. Now that I’m teaching English as a second language, it seems to have a good connection with being creative, with language and with being inspired, so it’s a perfect set-up.

Just the same, I wonder if I’m missing a whole skill set in creative writing that can only be acquired at university, and I’ve been contemplating doing a Masters in Creative Writing. And I’m still contemplating this, despite reading a scathing attack from one of my favourite writers about creative writing courses: Hanif Kureishi has called university creative writing courses the new mental hospitals. He says, quite correctly in my opinion, that you can’t grade creative writing (and says he always gives students 71%!), and thinks that completing an undergraduate creative writing course sets up false expectations for students that a career will naturally follow.

I’d be interested to know his opinion on postgraduate creative courses for students who’ve already got some writing experience. I’ve been exploring options like an MA (Creative Writing) at UWA or an MA (Creative Arts) at ECU … but I’m still not really sure if that’s the direction I’ll go.

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May 27, 2008 by amanda

The great manuscript print-out

As I type this, quite literally, I’m sitting a way back from my desk (finally, I understand the value of the wireless keyboard!) so that I can supervise the printing of my novel’s manuscript. It’s the first time I’ve printed the whole thing at once, and to be perfectly honest, I don’t trust my printer to get it right. Neither do my two cats, apparently, because they’re both sitting next to the printer (it’s on a very low table) watching each page come out.

So you can correctly surmise from this that I do have a completed version of my novel. I’m not sure it’s the best version possible – there are so many alternatives – but rather than sit and change it forever and ever, I’m at least going to send this version off to the Vogel contest, since the due date is this Friday. For the first time, I had to figure out what a title page should look like and even write a synopsis – a useful and interesting exercise in itself.

The most important thing I’ve learnt from revising this novel is that when I set my mind to something, I don’t procrastinate half as much as I thought I would. I have squeezed in hours here and there to edit this novel, got my other writing done faster so I’d have extra hours, and been smart about taking the laptop away from the distractions of my desk (and the internet) so that I can focus on “real” writing. It’s quite exciting, and gives me a real high to do it. Nice.

My next job – and don’t tell me this is kind of the wrong way round, I’m aware of that already – is to send it off to a couple of friends who I value as readers and might be able to give me some genuine feedback. My criteria for such friends seems to involve that they must be living overseas – somehow that makes it do-able. After all, I’m a shy writer.

Back to printer duties – it’s only a hundred pages in so far, and I’m not sure my cats are looking as carefully as I would – and then I’m off to the post office.

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