Next week, I begin a new stage in my life – as a student (again!) During the last year or so, with its constant miserable stories of Covid deaths, spreading variants and regular lock downs, I have been uninspired and low in mood. My writing has suffered through a lack of motivation and general disinterest. Mostly, I’ve avoided the news and the wider world. I’ve tucked myself away, walking the dogs and enjoying family time. Until more recently, I hadn’t seen many people or been out socialising. Even my choir was cancelled or online – and life without song is sad indeed. One thing I did decide was that I needed a big kick up the backside, so I applied to do a Master’s degree in Creative Writing at a local university. With more than a little surprise, they accepted me (even after reading two of my stories, a poem and perusing this blog). There are no excuses now. I must start to take my writing seriously.
Being a student again will be strange, I’m sure. Things have changed in academia and I must get used to the technology of online teaching, Team meetings and submitting my work online. In my day, we wrote everything by hand – apart from our final dissertation where we paid someone to type it up for us. Yes, I’m that old! Luckily, there are some face-to-face sessions, where I hope to feel more comfortable. The other students are likely to be younger than me, probably much younger and straight from their first degree. Writing should bring us together in shared interest and understanding. If I’m lucky, there may be other mature students signed up too. This should be a period of growth, learning and improvement for me, both as a person and a writer. Who knows? I may even start believing I am a writer.
Whatever happens, for the next two years, I have a plan – which I think is always a positive thing.