Back to School: Mature Student Online Edition

This week marks the beginning of my second year on Manchester Metropolitan University’s  Creative Writing MA. I have already begun plowing through the ten novels set for this terms Contemporary Novels II unit, having completed Everything’s Illuminated (some excellent bits punctuated with some not so much – short verdict: funny and touching in places but for the most part a bit Emperor’s New Clothes) and Going Out (nice enough but feels a bit like a short story/novella spun out to novel size because people don’t buy short stories and novellas apparently – short verdict: story starts far to early, plods for a bit, but not bad once it gets going), while listening to an audiobook of The Picture of Dorian Gray (short verdict: deserved classic) in preparation for reading Will Self’s Dorian, which I am very much looking forward to sinking my teeth into.

As I am teaching adult evening classes this year I have had to swap groups (there are two groups within my cohort) to avoid clashes and so this year is feeling even more new in ways which are both good (new people to meet and a chance to read their novels in progress as part of term two’s workshops) and bad (not being able to see how my colleagues from last year develop their already excellent drafts). Wednesday’s session is a settling in and general discussion tutorial so I should have a chance to find my feet within my new group. This year is a big one assignments-wise as well, with three due in the next twelve months. While that maybe doesn’t sound like a lot, they are in addition to working on my novel and reading the ten novels for this term’s unit. And once they are over and done there’s just me and the page belting to the finish in year three with (hopefully) a decent novel in tow.

Any of you watching my MA Novel word count and progress meter in the sidebar will know that I haven’t added any more words to it in a while. What writing time I’ve had over the summer has been spent on whipping some short stories into shape, one of which has been accepted for publication in Paraxis issue 4, while the others will be seeing the inside of Submittable very soon. I have a few little things to finish off as I power through the reading, the plan being to dive back into the novel in December. Having said that, if I am feeling confident/masochistic, I might well sign myself up for NaNoWriMo in Novemebr and power through the first draft. We’ll see.

In the meantime, this teaching writing related video, How To Talk To Your Creative Writing Professor About Your Work, made me grin. Enjoy.

A retreat is as good as a rest

The recent residential I attended at Arvon’s John Osbourne Centre at the Hurst, though organised as part of my MA Creative Writing course, followed the standard Arvon format; morning workshops followed by free time in which to write in the afternoon and evening readings from the tutors on the Tuesday, a guest reader Wednesday and the group on the Friday. Like most people attending an intensive writing week, I had a bought of nerves, mine hitting when I was an hour or so from the venue. They quickly passed though and I arrived, after a long drive from Germany, at the Hurst.

The three 18th century buildings that compose the John Osbourne Centre, The Hurst, The Clockhouse, The Foyle Studio are situated in the heart of the Shropshire countryside, surrounded by thirty acres of lush woodland and a spring-fed lake. In their promotional materials Arvon describe The Hurst as the perfect place to lose yourself in words and I would have to agree. On my arrival I was struck with both the peaceful air of the place and the warmth and friendliness of the Arvon staff who were there to welcome arrivals. As the week progressed these first impressions were reinforced again and again.

The first night’s cooking was done for us, giving the group a chance to relax after our travels but for the rest of the week we cooked each evening in groups of two or three. The food was excellent. Evening meals were wholesome, healthy and filling, with some excellent puddings. Lunchtimes we returned from the morning workshops to find the dining tables loaded with good things to eat. Perfect after a morning spent working and writing together.

My room was at the front of the Clockhouse. John Osbourne, when he lived at The Hurst apparently declared he had ‘the best view in England.’ I can’t argue with that statement really having spent a week writing at a desk with this as the view from window:

The  morning workshops were run alternately by tutors Nicholas Royle and Gregory Norminton (gentlemen, both). The tasks set were a mixture of exercises intended to generate ideas for fiction, work on adapting scenes to different registers or points of view or simply a flex of the old writing muscles before we tackled our own work in the afternoons. It was great to have the time to focus on exercises like that. Like most writers, I am guilty of neglecting this kind of thing in my rush to get cracking with whatever it is I am working on at the time. Since my return home, while I am not doing daily writing exercises, I have dusted off my Creative Writer’s workbook to tackle something every so often.

Having had a week or so to reflect on the experience it is easy to see what I have gained by attending. Firstly, I spent a five days living alongside a group of very cool and interesting writers. It was fantastic to talk books and writing and not have people’s eyes glaze over after the first five minutes. It was also fantastic to hear so many writers reading their work, from Nicholas reading snippets of his forthcoming novel First Novel, which sounds very cool indeed by the way, to Gregory’s reading of his Calvino inspired examination of the impact of cities on the environment and people they consume, to Wednesday’s guest author/poet Jean Sprackland‘s trio of linked short fictions from Ellipsis 1, to the many and varied pieces the group read out on our final evening together. The sense of community, partly generated by our shared love of words and partly by the Arvon ethos of shared writing, cooking, eating and evenings, was both surprising in how quick it came into being and the level to which it rose during the week.

Secondly, I came away from the week with three new pieces of flash fiction, 3,000 more words for my novel, and, following an honest and instructive tutorial from both of Nicholas and Gregory, a much clearer idea of how to progress with my MA novel. More than that, since arriving home I have written a smidge under 10,000 words of my novel. The week at Arvon got my motor running and I am doing my level best to keep it moving. I’ve been helped by the fact that there hasn’t been a great deal of work for me this last fortnight, which has left most mornings free. I am about two thirds of the way through a lengthy key section of the book. Once that is done I plan to tackle a very different part of the story, told from another character’s point of view. It’s all very exciting. For me at least.

If you get the chance to attend an Arvon course or have thought about it before but were unsure about the benefits, I would urge you to take a leap and go. It’s a great way to spend five days and you might find, like me, you come back full of writing beans.

You can see more of my photos from the week and find links to the Arvon flickr stream here.

Home

After 13 hours on road and sea yesterday, I am finally home. Had a great week but great to be home. Like this great:

Will post soon about the week’s workshops and writing and the like. Right now though, enjoying being back with my family. See you in a bit.

Retreat.

I am off here for the next week:

My MA class has a residential writing retreat, with morning workshops, afternoon writing time and evening readings. Four or five days to focus on my writing generally and my MA novel specifically. Wonderful. After a week or two of no progress (due to polishing short fiction competition entries and a family holiday last week) this is just what the tutor ordered. When I get back be ready to see my MA novel progress bar rocket to the right (hopefully). There’s not internet at the Hurst so it will be a bit quiet around here for a week or so. I had planned to write a couple of posts to schedule for while away but those of you with kids on holiday will know how that worked out.

I’m off to pack a bag. See you in a week.

Rising and editing.

Finished the edits of two stories today, one a revamp from a while back for re-subbing to some lit journals, the other something new for the Fish Short Story Prize which closes tomorrow and will be judged by the real David Mitchell (the author that is, not the star of Peep Show). I’ve been listening to a lot of writing music while prepping these, most notably A Winged Victory for the Sullen and Bill Ryder-Jones’ If. My Fish Prize story was heavily edited while listening to Lhasa de Sela’s excellent eponymous album from 2009, particularly this track:

Here’s hoping my story has a sliver of the emotion of this rather beautiful song.

In other news, I’m coming to the end of my first MA unit and feeling reflective so will be posting a couple of posts about that soon; the first about the recent proliferation of blog posts about the merit of Creative Writing courses (I know ……a post about other posts, how pathetically post-modern (see what I did there?)) the other about my specific experience spending a term reading and picking apart ten novels in ten weeks along with my rather brilliant online seminar group.

Also, probably best to expect at least a few best of 2011 posts from me sometime soon. Again, sad I know, but necessary.