Yes, it’s been months since I wrote anything here. I know.
And I have no great announcements to make – aside from the fact that my Uni coursework actually put me off writing. This is strange for a course that is meant to teach me about writing – the fact that my heart isn’t in the story has had something to do with it too. In an effort to write something ‘literary’, I created a post-modern examination of gender roles, and the differences in generations from Eighties Britain and Noughties Britain … (I know it sounds crap, but bear with me.) I did this by sticking a 24-year-old man in a hotel room with a forty eight year old woman … and just seeing what happened.
They start telling their life stories, while he tries to get her into bed … and that’s where it gets complicated.
The whole idea of the coursework is STUPID. Eight thousand words of text, plus a letter to an agent, and a synopsis. I don’t have to epublish it, or tout it on the internet … I DON’T EVEN HAVE TO FINISH IT! The constant advice to any first time author is to finish a first draft, and THEN edit … but this coursework ignores that, and makes me polish a first few chapters for nothing other than to check I can string a few sentences together.
Given that this course lasts two whole semesters, wouldn’t it be or realistic to actually write a whole damn novella … and teach the misguided students to actually finish something …
This whole process has drained any joy I get from my other writing … like the fantasy novel I was trumpeting a few posts ago. I’m stuck on the 45 k mark, and can’t quite get that push to plunge back in.
Maybe I have learnt my lessons too well, and just want to polish the first few chapters and then give up! I hope not!
Anyway, rant over. Going to bang my head against a wall, until my head stops hurting!