A few weeks ago in my post about confidence (and chaos!), I mentioned that I was about to start a creative writing class with my mum.
This time last year I had written 4 and a bit chapters of a children’s book about a Frog Boy. I was really pleased with what I had come up with so far, well the first 2 chapters anyway. Then I showed it to Mike who made some notes on it but because he wasn’t gushing about how great it was, I assumed it was bad.
Obviously, rather than just ask him what he thought for fear of hearing ‘the truth’, I then lost all faith and confidence and decided it was rubbish.
Creative Writing Class
Fast forward a year and last night was our 4th creative writing class. I am totally loving it.
I was nervous because I have perfectionist tendencies and a fear of failure/rejection/embarrassing myself so this was going to challenge my concept of perfect.
I have to drive for an hour to get there, and it runs from 6-9pm. As in, at night. When I’m normally in bed.
But I love, love, love it!
Each week we are given some homework and then we take it in turns to read out what we’ve done in class and offer our thoughts on the piece.
This is incredibly nerve-racking and while I enjoy doing the homework, reading it out in class is terrifying. But the process, in only a few short weeks, has helped me get over two important things:
When I’m doing my homework, I don’t always put two and two together and fully imagine myself reading the piece in public. This week’s piece, entitled “My Delicious Hole”, is a prime example. Like what was I thinking?! (more…)