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Uni, Writing, Change...


My little treehugger...
I keep feeling the need to go back to Uni and do some sort of writing course... I had fun writing up that little poem the other day, only took me a couple of minutes... I was talking to mum (who trying to do a Masters in Writing part-time, while working as a tutor, assessor and lecturer 4 days a week, crazy lady that she is!)... She said I should just start writing something, anything... I don't think she meant a blog, mind you...
She suggested writing *the* children's novel I would have loved to have read as a kid. Not a bad idea. Maybe I should do that? I don't know, I feel like I need a deadline hanging over me in order to be motivated. It's this feeling of not really knowing what my life's work is yet. There is a part of me that would love to be recognised for doing achieving something outstanding (There! I've said it!), but I can't think of anything outstanding to do, and besides I'm not good at self-promoting, I'd prefer that someone quietly nominated me and I could just be overwhelmed with surprise!!!
Hahahaha!
I was looking at pics of ballerina's the other day. When I was a little girl I dreamed of being a Ballerina (or a surgeon, or a pilot)... I did ballet, but because of my monoscopic vision, I just didn't have enough grace (ok, read that as dancing hippopotamus...)... I can watch people dance for hours, I itch to dance myself, but I feel incredibly silly at even thinking I could ever dance... Dirty Dancing, Flashdance, and Centre Stage, rate amongst my favourite films...
I also love to sing, and I sing very well, in a choir, even a chamber choir, even a quartet, but my voice isn't strong enough to stand on it's own, unfortunately.
For a while I dreamt of being a novelist. That dream isn't quite dead and buried yet, but still, how influential are novelists, can they make a big difference in the world? Is that even important? I suppose it is to me, I want to make some sort of difference. I want to change how people think about something, I just don't know what yet... Maybe everything... Let's face it, I don't really like how our society thinks these days about anything much... This whole me, me, me, the importance of the individual thing just frustrates me no end...
The things that seem to matter to large chunks of the dominant culture just don't rate in my view of the world, it's like people can't see the big picture...
Hahaha! There I go again...
So, yeah, somehow I need to find a way to write something that will both appeal to people and perhaps make some changes in our society...

Comments

Heather said…
I truly hope you do find your calling.. I think you're an amazing writer from just reading your blog. I definitely do make a point to come by here and visit, as I truly enjoy reading your perspective, thoughts and ideas. If you do go for it and write a novel, I will be sure to buy your book!! It would definitely be worth a read :) Good luck to you in whatever you endeavor to do!! I see great things in store for you. ;)

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