Don’t get me wrong here now, writing creatively for me is a passion. It is my livelihood, it enhances all my senses and provides a thrill I constantly seek. If I could be an author and write books as my lifestyle, gladly would choose that. (Special Surprise coming your way!)
But I’ve often had a difficult time liking creative writing classes, despite my overwhelming interest in it.
I took a creative writing class in high school. Loved it. Love, love, love. My teacher had just come back from teaching English in South Korea and was totally worldly and engaging so the stories that she told I found myself in another world. Her exercises and prompts were also fun and got me to think outside of the box. During high school summer break, I decided upon myself that I’d go to a writing camp for a week, which I was also totally obsessed with. Then came college.
I did not enjoy my first creative writing class. I found it tedious. We’d get short story prompts about novels that we were reading – basically it felt as if I were writing some type of fan fiction. My purpose of taking the class was to discuss, workshop, practice getting better at cultivating my art form. I wanted a class that focuses more on MY writing, as in the writing and stories I already have going, than a class on learning different styles of writing. Perhaps it’s just me not finding the right class, but I think it was more than that.
For the most part, I’ve found a lot of creative writing professors to be pompous and arrogant in their styles. They think their writing is superb (which, like most writers, don’t we all think our own works suck??? Not these professors!) It’s just disturbing.
And no, I am NOT claiming that I’m an amazing writer at all. My whole purpose of having a blog is just to flex my writing muscles! But that doesn’t mean to say that they are perfect writers themselves.
Maybe one day I’ll find the writing class I’ve been looking for.