As time passes I’m finding it easier and easier to write. It’s also most likely that age old saying that reading more makes you a better writer, which to no ones surprise, is true.
My latest venture has been the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon, which has been an interesting take on the Scottish highlands in the eighteenth century. It’s taught me that dialect and writing doesn’t have to be perfect. It’s a craft, much like painting or creating a piece of music, it can be personalised based on the individual tastes of the author.
Back in college, during my English literature days, I was informed by one tutor that my writing wasn’t worth a dime. It was childish and poorly written. As a result of her teachings, I received terrible marks.
Today I realise she was wrong in her approach to teaching. She should have been nurturing my strengths instead of picking apart at my weaknesses like a vulture. With tutors like that it’s a wonder why people have any confidence in their writing but I came to realise that her pushing for me to fail caused the opposite reaction down the line, it spurred on my creativity, inspiring novel ideas that are definitely no comparison to Pride and prejudice, but that are all my own.
I found my voice and I will continue this journey of self development, much to the probable dismay of my English tutor. For who needs another half-arsed writer who can’t write a book to inspire a new generation?
Who knows? There may be a generational game changer in me yet.
Until next time.