New beginnings

For some proper gossip...

I have started a new course in Creative Writing. That's correct, this blog, as much as I love her, isn't enough.

If I tell you that I'm now at a posh university, you'll probably guess and so I shall leave that to your imagination.

Now, together with a hundred archaic traditions and a million words to describe them, I thought I would feel, well, out of place. Like a gold fish in the ocean. Or a monk at a sauna, say.

Incredible! I friggin love it!

Writing, eating good food, meeting awesome and incredibly talented writers/buzzing creative spirits and, I might add, sleeping in a nice 'post graduate' room. None of those spunked up walls and hair chocked bath holes. No, I said it was posh.

Never in my life have I been exposed to so many Americans in such a short space of time, many of them flying down specifically for this course. But I like them, these Americans. At least the ones with the Texan accent. Although I'm as yet unsure which American accent it is that annoys me the most, I was thankful that there was nothing of the sort where I was over the past four days.

Oh, and I made a new snappy-little-journalist-friend.

Something extra which'll need my attention now - the writing, not the friend.

I missed the fresher's fair. Drat! All those sweating, excited teenagers would have been reason enough to go. Shame there was hardly any room for anything other than work. I musn't complain, I had an amazing time.

You see, it's sort of like putting a child in a Sweetshop, or a granny in M&S.

and of course, the best bit came when we were all required to read ' a short extract' of our work, in a pretty famous bookshop.

One of the girls read something that resembled '...like you're giving head to a guy and you just know he ain't gonna cum'. At that moment, I knew precisely what she meant. At this point however, most guy's will tell you. The man in her novel didn't.

Poetic, I thought.

And no, this isn't a whore writing academy.