Creative. Writing.

“And by the way, everything is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it and the imagination to improvise.  The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
– Slyvia Platt

I’m in a bit of a bind, darlings.  I signed up for a creative writing class this semester(after work hours so Chief can’t quash it) both to get me back into the school mindset and to make me start writing again.  I’ve lapsed of late, so I thought this would be a great way to spur me on a bit.  I got good and excited for the class and then I walked in on the first day and immediately realized Creative Writing was not going to be a comfortable class for me.

See, I want to be a writer.  Most of the (mostly freshman) class want to be creative

This is not the same thing at all.  When we shared what our favorite books are most of the class said Twilight (blech and sigh) or named a fantasy series of some type or another.  Then when we went around talking of what we wanted to do with our writing almost everyone said poetry, a couple said songwriting.  

Appropriately artistic and moody writer.

My teacher is a poet as well, but talking about “snow melting like a woman crying” and trying to bring “the magic and mysteries of the cosmos to the page” is not really…what I do.  He gave a long, rambling lecture about how he wants us to create art, ART (said in a rolling voice with a dramatic fist shake towards the skies), and that’s what he expects.  I immediately blanched.

Inappropriately chipper and fairly happy C.

Now, I think I may be a talented writer  but by no means do I think I’m a Great Writer (I’d paraphrase an evaluation of someone I heard once and say that I’m mediocre with flashes of brilliance).  Mostly I just like to tell a good story.  To be honest, I’d have to say that my sense of humor is probably what makes my writing at all readable, but I have a feeling that humor in this class would not go over well.  So, whilst I was floundering in this sea of doubt, my teacher volunteered me to write a piece for class this coming tuesday.  I have to submit it by email tonight to be ripped to bloody shreds by the rest of my artistic and suffering classmates in peer evaluation. 

Of course, I probably shouldn’t tease them so much because this assignment plunged me into a pit of despair and I wandered about in a pretty artistic slump of my own for a couple days as I was seized with Writer’s Block and whined about the lack of poetry in my soul.  Not that I’d ever want to write it, but that I’m shallow enough to want to impress my teacher.

Quick, someone tell me to suck it up and get to work!  I’ve been telling myself for three days but my inner wanna-be-writer is actually pretty fragile and seems to be ignoring me out of fear of scathing peer reviews.  Or the realization that I’m not actually any good.  Yikes.

5 thoughts on “Creative. Writing.”

  1. C’mon, C., you can do it!! Just do what Cordelia would do! You know… minus the guns and beheading and stuff. (Killer! Down!)

    Personally, I think you should take advantage of this amazing opportunity to study EMO at it’s finest. How many points if you can get someone to yell/cry/walk out? How many different types of BINGO cards can you make?

    As far as your writing project goes, I have one word to offer as advice: satire. (From a purely Ivan-ish standpoint, as long as YOU don’t take it seriously, you can’t get your feelings hurt by what anyone ELSE says about it.)

  2. Are you sure he wasn’t mocking the class? No one who invokes the word “art” that way is serious.

    Get out of the intro classes as fast as you can. Both the classmates and the poetry improve.

  3. Don’t get down, my friend.
    Poetry is not that hard.
    -The Chocolate King

    There once was a girl from the east
    Who truly liked freshman the least.
    But she had to write
    Creative writing tonight,
    An assignment that was quite a beast.

  4. Writing is always a lesson in self realization. In my writing group, I have 1 published non-fiction author who wants to make it as the next Dorothy Parker (who is great and dead), 1 member who is the next Patrick O’Brian (also great and dead), then 1 Southern writer, 1 fantasy writer and me (I write what I feel like – currently contemporary fantasy).

    I have been scorned, picked apart, told to stop writing, and eviscerated by one member in particular (who has yet to publish her dreadful DP imitation). But, all that being said, I’ve become a better writer for the experience.

    If you have a story to tell, tell it. Write without fear and you’ll achieve more that you’ll ever have dreamed of. Never be afraid to use and abuse the people you’ve met in your life. Just always remember to cleverly disguise them to avoid all litigation.

    Good Luck!

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