Undoing my "creative" writing class.
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icarusDear f-list,
I need your advice.
A month ago I finished a creative writing class. The class went very, very badly, and I don't think I need to go into details now since I've spent many posts describing it.
What I need your help on is the after-effects of the class and limiting the damage on my writing. The symptoms are as follows:
From the antagonistic and undermining comments of the teacher (such as the classic, *snort* "and you wanted to NaNoWriMo...") I'm struggling with a separation between myself and the story, killing it with over-criticism before it can be written. How do I get rid of that?
From the heavy-handed "rules" orientation of the class, rules that I had to follow in order to survive the class with my grade intact, I'm now hyper-aware of "adverbs," and to a lesser extent, "summary," and "visual detail" in such a way that it's distracting and hard for me to finish a first draft without killing it. How do I remove those three months of training?
From the personal animosity he directed at me and at science fiction, I feel defensive and on the spot, focused on whether a story is "good" instead of just enjoying it as I have in the past. How do I counteract that oversensitivity to audience reaction? I've always written for the reader -- my first stories were oral, told to my friends as I made them up.
He did a lot of damage, more than I realized, and I'm not sure how to shake off the negativity.
Frankly, based on how he treated us, I have to assume that he's really not that good of a writer. How can he be, if this is any indication of how he squeezes out a story? If this is what he does to himself... *shudders* When I talked to him he had no writing projects going except for a creative writing thesis that he hadn't begun.
That's not a writer. That's someone who's "learned to write" and has found they "are good at it."
A writer needs to write. A writer can't stop the stories nibbling at their toes, or else they're bemoaning about writer's block and wanting to write. Or else they're stalled in that monolithic story.
I feel like I have had some sealant poured over my skin and I can't breathe.
There are several stories starving for lack of oxygen at the moment:
They're scratching and clawing to get out, they have complete outlines and they're started, but I can't seem to give them air.
I need your advice.
A month ago I finished a creative writing class. The class went very, very badly, and I don't think I need to go into details now since I've spent many posts describing it.
What I need your help on is the after-effects of the class and limiting the damage on my writing. The symptoms are as follows:
From the antagonistic and undermining comments of the teacher (such as the classic, *snort* "and you wanted to NaNoWriMo...") I'm struggling with a separation between myself and the story, killing it with over-criticism before it can be written. How do I get rid of that?
From the heavy-handed "rules" orientation of the class, rules that I had to follow in order to survive the class with my grade intact, I'm now hyper-aware of "adverbs," and to a lesser extent, "summary," and "visual detail" in such a way that it's distracting and hard for me to finish a first draft without killing it. How do I remove those three months of training?
From the personal animosity he directed at me and at science fiction, I feel defensive and on the spot, focused on whether a story is "good" instead of just enjoying it as I have in the past. How do I counteract that oversensitivity to audience reaction? I've always written for the reader -- my first stories were oral, told to my friends as I made them up.
He did a lot of damage, more than I realized, and I'm not sure how to shake off the negativity.
Frankly, based on how he treated us, I have to assume that he's really not that good of a writer. How can he be, if this is any indication of how he squeezes out a story? If this is what he does to himself... *shudders* When I talked to him he had no writing projects going except for a creative writing thesis that he hadn't begun.
That's not a writer. That's someone who's "learned to write" and has found they "are good at it."
A writer needs to write. A writer can't stop the stories nibbling at their toes, or else they're bemoaning about writer's block and wanting to write. Or else they're stalled in that monolithic story.
I feel like I have had some sealant poured over my skin and I can't breathe.
There are several stories starving for lack of oxygen at the moment:
- A Christmas fic called "Silent Night" where John plays guitar for his team under the stars on an alien world
- The latter half of a story where John sleeps his way through half the Pegasus galaxy and the dire consequences come home to roost
- The next scene of Out Of Bounds, where John and Rodney make dinner and play
They're scratching and clawing to get out, they have complete outlines and they're started, but I can't seem to give them air.
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Date: 2007-01-12 07:15 pm (UTC)Oh, ha, yes it is! I've yet to read a story of yours that I could predict. Did I give feedback on Mau Loa? Because that story... wow. There are only two or three stories that get me where I live in such a way that I find myself explaining the story to the boyfriend (he just nods and says, "yes, dear"). Three this year. Yours was one of them. That ending with the handprint, the subtlties like the silver hair, oh man. I did not see that coming.
I think we have a completely different experience of writing in the fanfiction world. We're hot-doggers, out on the slopes, falling down, learning what gets the laughs, makes them hold their breath -- what reaches the audience. In the creative writing classes they're in this rarified environment, studying the theory, learning about writing, but one step removed from the danger of actually putting the story in front of the audience.
I think our way works better.
Icarus