Hi all! I’ve moved into a “limiting Corona stuff on the Internet” phase and deliberately trying to surround myself with positive things.
So, despite me not usually bragging about my studying, today I am going to. I’ll try and make a long story short.
Stories have always been my ‘thing’ since I was really tiny. I was taught to read long before school started. I was the kid who used to devour the maximum amount of books the library allows you to check out every week. English was always my best subject. I had the usual teen angst poetry floating around. I copied famous novels when I was young and tried to recreate them.
Anyway, fast forward to A Levels and I completely screwed up my final exam despite getting 98% in my mocks. My self-confidence took a huge nose dive. I was also dealing with family and mental health issues at the time which didn’t help. My dream had always been to study creative writing at university. My parents told me I was rubbish, based on my A level exam, and besides, they’d always had their own dreams for what I would study. So I went to university to try and do a different degree, trying to find compromise between their dreams and mine. I still always wrote, just for me, and made it my personal hobby to learn as much as I could about the craft.
Eventually I dropped out of my degree. A mix of mental health and family issues again plus my own lack of interest. You can imagine how ashamed my parents felt.
Fast forward some years and with the support of my DH I decided I wanted to finish my degree. I signed up with the OU to study part time alongside my full time job. I was able to transfer credits from my previous study. This time, I took English subjects. I am now on my last module, and only two assessments away from completing my degree. So far, on every single piece of creative writing I have received a distinction. If I maintain for the last two assessments then my degree will be a First, though I don’t want to curse myself, and a 2:1 is fine. It feels so surreal to be in this position after hiding what I love for so long. I’m entering international writing competitions now. I’m working on my novel. I’m applying for a Masters in the autumn.
What’s more, I’ve not told anybody about this in my real life apart from my husband. This is just for me. And it feels amazing.
So I’m taking full advantage of the extra time at home to work on my next submissions. I’m wfh but I’m using the time I would have used for commuting, meetings, lunch breaks etc. as much as I can.
And I’m finally proud of myself. :)
Hope you all have a wonderful day!