After a hard day at uni (technically four hours but that’s a very long time for a single lecture, don’t you agree?) I’ve decided to procrastinate and tell you about what really goes on in a university lecture, especially in a Creative Writing lecture.
So, because I’m studying Creative Writing, it is very rare I have a lecture in a proper lecture hall with many seats. There is roughly about 20ish people in my lectures, maybe a little less but you get the picture, so a big room just isn’t necessary. This means we have lectures in a classroom. Usually a pokey, crampt classroom where there isn’t enough space to swing a cat, (or my Guide Dog, don’t worry we don’t do anything like that, Yashka gets much fuss and love during lectures) It's usually boiling in the rooms too. I could go on, the list really is endless. But I won't bore you. That'll come later on.
Take my 9am lecture today. I was listening to the lecturer whilst I was making notes. However I was also writing a little musing about the cold weather we have been having at the moment. I have to leave super early in order to get to uni on time for class, which means battling the freezing weather. The piece I wrote today follows on below,
The cold bites your fingers,
It stings your cheeks,
Unstoppable pain ricochets in your bones,
The air condenses as you breathe out,
As the icy wind whips hair in your face,
It chills the blood in your veins.
Later, when chilblains paralyse your joints,
You’ll wonder why you even bothered.
I suppose I can get away with writing little bits and bobs. If some one asks what I'm doing, then a simple answer of "I had a really good idea for a piece and I need to write it down IMMEDIATELY before I forget it," would be acceptable.
I enjoy writing little pieces like this. They don't really mean anything, but it could lead onto a longer story or inspire something else completely different.
In the lecture today, we had to write a few lines or so explaining what had happened to a story. The piece we were given was called "The Hand" by Leonard Micheals (1975). It's a very small piece of fiction, only a few lines. It focus on a father punishing his son and regretting it after his son won't forgive him.
The piece I wrote as a response is,
An almighty crash, then silence. I follow the noise that’s faintly bouncing off the walls and into my ears. I halt on the threshold of the sitting room. A smashed vase, a puddle of water, strewn flowers and finally, my son standing silent, still, staring.
I ask him what he’s done. He says, “It wasn’t me.”
From the piece above, its quite obvious that the boy is going to get punished. However, I dont think the orginal pieces needs anything adding to it. As long as a story has a complete beginning, then you don't need to know what happened beforehand.
So I do actually learn some things in my lectures (I do, I promise). Many of the tasks are interesting as they get us to write something we many never have thought about before. And the pieces can be stored away until they are needed. I have several ideas for stories in a portfolio that I look though from time to time to see if I can develop any.
Back to the lecture. We have discussions about peoples' work and workshop pieces. Mostly it is just listening to the lecture give us the basics of a topic, for example how to write a news bulletin. Then we put the theory into practise and come up with something of our own. There's a good balance between practical and theoretical work in my lectures. I'm always tired by the end of them. Typical student right?
I think that brings me to the end of this entry. Any pieces of writing I deem as acceptable will be uploaded either here on the Writing Blog or over at My Work. Please feel free to comment or get in touch if you so wish.
Till we meet again guys!