Can you learn to be a writer? Do you need an MA in Creative Writing?

It is interesting how it all comes down to being passionate about the things you do. I wrote a post in January titled, “Let passion be your guide“. It was a post about overcoming procrastination and me wanting to write. I am glad to see that even the professionals agree with me on this.

Writerly Debz

This is an interesting question because there is a lot of debate around the value of doing MAs in Creative Writing and the notion it’s a way of universities making a lot of money.

So I would be interested in hearing peoples’ views on this.

Are MAs worth the price and do agents and publishers take you more seriously if you have one? What do you think?

I’ll tell what I think. I am quite academic and as some of you will know started my working life as a scientist. I have a BSc. and an MSc.  but have always written. I attended a basic creative writing course some years ago to get me writing again, an ONC I think it was.  A friend did later suggest it might be worth me doing an MA when I was getting really serious about my writing but I disregarded it at the time as…

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#WordFool – Getting Ready

I’m taking part with minimum 600 words per blog post. Want to join us?

Luv YA

So, you signed up to be on a #WordFool Team (or if you didn’t, you’re rushing right over to HERE to do it when you’re done reading this post) and you need to get prepared!

Here’s some things to do this weekend.

FIRST: Tell your writing friends! Yes, tell them now. Every time I do a challenge — every time — day 1 and 2 are filled with requests to join a team late because they’re just seeing the challenge kick in.

To keep things simple, there will be not late joins this time around. So, make sure your writing friends know in case they want to race you to April Fools Day.

SECOND: Know what you’re going to work on. I know, that seems obvious, but do the page counts. If you’re doing 5 pages a day and only have 20 pages left in this ms, you’re going to…

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My Dream

I dream of a world where girls are not murdered at birth.

I dream of a world where no one knows the meaning of dowry.

I dream of a world where the price of a bride cannot be expressed in goods.

I dream of a world where education is available to all.

I dream of a world where there are no gender stereotypes.

I dream of a world where women are treated as human beings.

I dream of a world where there is no need for women to have a special day because they are treated equally in every way.

Drunken Stupor

An invisible nothingness presses down on me, as I try to wipe the heaviness from my eyes. A metallic smell wafts up my nostrils. Goosebumps spread, like falling dominoes, down my spine and back up my chest. The hairs on my cheeks stand at attention and this realisation triggers another wave of hot shivers down to my toes. I feel moisture spread all over my body, causing dark blue patches on my turquoise blouse. The magaritas creep up my throat. I have to puke. But I cannot leave my temporary prison, held in place by an unyielding seat belt.

The Time-Monster Ate My Minutes

Where have they gone to? Just a second ago, I had 5 minutes to spare and now I am 5 minutes too late! Has anyone seen my minutes? I am pretty certain I did not lose them. Oh no! It couldn’t be! I thought there was no such thing but it looks like the work of a Time-Monster. The Time-Monster has eaten my minutes! No one is going to believe me when I tell them the reason for my delay. Continue reading

Happy Thoughts

Dear Reader,

I survived today’s trial work day with only a terrible headache to show for it. Could have been worse, I guess. 🙂 The feedback I received was positive but still no contract, so it is too soon to open that bottle of champagne. I was in my element today and I am convinced that this is the right career path for me. I will write about my experiences with more details soon.

Here is a poem I wrote today. I find it extremely difficult to write happy poems. The ones about loneliness and pain are much easier to write. The irony is that my real situation is one of happiness and I am neither lonely nor in emotional pain.

Therefore I decided to end today on a happy note. Here is my attempt at a happy poem. Hope you like it. If you don’t, I blame my headache for diminishing my literary prowess.

Yours sincerely,

Irene

HAPPY THOUGHTS

Heavenly moments fleet like the steam above a bowl of chicken soup.

Amore mio, winning your love is my greatest coup.

Picture perfect reality transports me into a state of total elation.

Propagating these pure emotions to the universe is my new vocation.

Yesteryear blues that I grieve not are gone in a swoop.

The abstract nature of written language

Written language is usually viewed as being more precise than spoken language – one supposedly has time to deliberate the choice of words. This is usually not the case in verbal communications. Sometimes the words come out before one has thought them through. However today I experienced an incident which reminded me once more of the abstract nature of the written language. Continue reading