I’m going to get a liiiiittle personal here, but hopefully you’ll bear with me! And if you do, you’ll get to hear about how I opened a carbonated drink and it exploded all over me in front of the entire creative writing class.
Well, I guess that was actually the whole story.
I’m now three days into my new semester and still trying to get the hang of my new schedule, though a rhythm is starting to emerge for Monday-Wednesday-Fridays that could be really nice if it remains feasible. I’d really like a regular schedule of starting my morning with Mozart, having lunch, going to Creative Writing at noon, and then having the hour after that to write and then spend the rest of my afternoon doing homework and going to the gym (and then there’s Shakespeare’s Later Plays in the evening. In the tiniest little classroom you ever did see. I have two classes in that room and I think I’ll need to bring an air tank so I can breathe).
I’m starting on the bottom rung of the creative writing course ladder, because the Intro class is required before I can take any others. I’ve taken two intro-level creative writing classes before in high school (well, technically I guess they were the same class, but taught by different teachers) and I feel like I’m starting to become an expert on them–and on the kinds of people who sign up for them. And while it’s fun to play entry-level-creative-writing bingo (long-haired guy obsessed with Norse mythology, girl who embodies tumblr fandoms, someone who writes really cliche poetry, someone who tries to turn in fanfiction…), I think this semester is a really good time to tackle and defeat one of my biggest flaws as a writer, and the reason why I need to be surprise-showered with orange soda in front of my peers more often: a sense of superiority over other young writers because I’m “serious” about it. Though I’m a humble person as a general rule, and even struggle with low self-esteem, there’s just something about being surrounded by other young writers that brings out my inner stuck-up judgmental bitch. And wowwww I don’t like that about myself. I am serious about honing my writing, and I do aspire for “realistic,” “serious,” even “literary” stuff a lot of the time, but I also know that I’m a kind and friendly person, and kind of a goof in day-to-day life. Besides, just like everyone else in my class, the things I write are the things I enjoy writing, and I love populating my stories with people I wish I knew and things I wish would happen. My stories are things that are entertaining for me, and much as I want them to be intelligent and fresh and well-written, I want them to be those things because they’d be more enjoyable that way: it’s not as fun to read a clunky story that you’ve already seen a hundred times.
We’re all doing creative writing because we enjoy creative writing. So I want to tone down my ambition, put aside that judgmental attitude, and just let my writing speak for itself. I might not be as casual about writing as some of the students in the class, and I might have more experience, but if I assume I’m the upper crust of the class, and underestimate others, I could alienate potential friends, not try as hard as I should in the class, or even get painfully reminded that I still have a long way to go. Because I do. I reeeeally do.
Besides, especially after my long involuntary hiatus, a brush-up on the basics is never bad!