I’m not sure if I got the title right. I mean, I wanted to jot down my thoughts on the writing class I went to which ended last year, in December. Gosh, I can’t believe we are already more than half a month into the first month of the year and it still seems as though it was just yesterday we celebrated Christmas and New Year’s.

So, anyway, perhaps I may have mentioned somewhere in my earlier posts that I was attending an 8 week course in creative writing. Since it was conducted in the evenings and once a week, plus no homework (haha…I really did hate homework in school..:-D) and the fees were reasonable, I jumped at it.

Not knowing what I got myself into, I was both excited and nervous at the same time. I mean, it’s not like I ever wanted to be John Grisham but you know, nothing is impossible. There is always this saying about “starting small“. Still, I had doubts on whether I was wasting my time.

Anyway, how was it, you might wonder? Well, it was enriching even though it’s not exactly enough if you actually intend on being a writer because it’s an introduction short course of sorts. Another aspect that made the course fun was that it was a small group; only 12 people and the teaching approach was kind of casual and very supportive. Which was a relief and very good for a novice like me.

I remembered specific structures of the course that was particularly interesting to me. Like picking out a word (say Leptovox from the dictionary or anywhere for that matter, and writing just about ANYTHING that comes to mind. And we didn’t have to worry about sentence construction and all that jazz – just writing without thinking. It could even be rap! heheh…In another chapter, we were asked to write about our dreams. Rather, we were told to dream and to make sure we record our dreams as soon as we woke up. And to expand on that.

All these exercises were prompts to help to begin our writing because sometimes, or most of the times, we are often at a loss as to what we’re supposed to write about. Yep, it’s like experiencing writer’s block. Or it’s just simply to get us going. Give us a start, that kind of stuff.

All I can say about it is that it’s more good than harm. And I can also safely conclude that I don’t think I am cut out to be the next John Grisham. It’s just not my thing.