The world is awash with creative writing classes. I've attended several, usually as tutor, but once quite recently as a pupil.
Well, I wanted to find out what I was supposed to have been doing all this time.
Creative writing classes can be both interesting and fun, but they don't provide what people need to become writers - what people really need - which is a stubborn ability to carry on, probably through years of neglect, and to keep on carrying on no matter how little notice people take.
And then, in the end, if you can manage to die, minimally published, starving, and broke, in a garret, you might even be awarded the status of genius.
So anyway, creative writing classes. The very best of them you can get for free from your local library in the form of other people's, yes, creative writing. Sadly this does mean you'll have to work out the lessons the books teach you all by yourself, but, look, the creative thing does imply a bit of doing-it-yourself, doesn't it?
So have a look at this. It's from PG Wodehouse's Mulliner Nights.
Then see if you can work out how he did it.
Everyone has his pet aversion. Some dislike slugs, others cockroaches. Egbert Mulliner disliked female novelists.
Yes, it's pure and absolute genius.
And PG Wodehouse, let me tell you, didn't even die in a garret.
Word To Use Today: Egbert. This name comes from the Old English ecg, which means sword, and beorht, which means bright.
Nowadays the impression given by the name is sadly less heroic.
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