My journey into creative writing

My journey into creative writing

This website had a little accident. Yes, accidents do happen on the Internet. And I’m the queen of back ups and enjoy reminding my web design clients about doing so, yet when something happens, I can’t be bothered with restoring: I always take it as a sign to start over, to start fresh. So here I am starting anew with this website. It’s also good timing to introduce my journey through the University of Sunshine Coast, even though semester one is already coming to an end (finally).

This website is about my journey into creative writing. I’ve always loved to write and I have vivid memories of writing stories in class and getting good grades for them too. I’ve always had a journal. I even shared a journal with my best friend in high school. It was an idea from someone or something, I can’t remember from who or what though, it was so long ago. Every night one of would take it home and write what happened. We would take turn on school holidays. I think it lasted about a year, until the friendship ended dramatically.

I carried on my journalling over the years with the idea that one day I would write a book. And I did. A memoir disguised behind a novel. Bu that’s another story for another day.

My journey into creative writingGoing thought the process of writing and publishing made me realise I had lots to learn. That’s how I started by studying a certificate IV in Professional Writing and Editing in 2015. Through those studies, I discovered screenwriting. It was an elective I had chosen with journalism. Both I liked. For both I wanted to learn more about it. To learn more about, I had to study more. To study more, I chose to go to University, which brings me here.

I’m doing a bachelor of Creative Writing and my minors are Journalism and Criminology. I chose Journalism as it was an elective for my Cert IV and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It is not so much as to become a journalist, I am more interested in learning the craft of writing like a journalist. As for criminology, since most of the books I read involve a crime, I thought I would be a good idea to have a bit more knowledge in that “industry”.

I can’t waiter year 2 as we will start studying screenwriting which is probably my favourite type of writing at the moment. I have been working on my TV pilot (link here) since I entered a USA contest in 2016 and got into the top 50. My dialogue is what let me down and failed to get into the top 10. Considering that I was competing with 3000-5000 contestants who probably had years of experience and degrees in the Film Industries, I didn’t do too bad. My coverage gave me a score of 75 confirming my on-the-nose dialogue and a few plot holes which I knew about it, I just was not too sure on how to fix them. My TV pilot is a work in progress on the side.

I’ve reached the end of year one, semester one. I’m proud: I survived and to my surprise, I even collected a few high distinctions on the way.

One of my final assessments is to build a website for my subject “Introduction To The Creative Industries”. The website has to meet the university criteria. It will also serve as my portfolio for my time at university and as a possible career as a writer of some sorts. I say a “writer of some sorts” because there are so many types of writers: novelists, screenwriters, ghostwriters, copywriters, journalists, poetry writers, columnists, translators, songwriters, etc. I am not too sure in which category I will fit in. For now, for me, it is all about learning then decide or take on opportunities that may present themselves such as personalisedcards.xyz which I will be working on during my university break.

Personalisedcards.xyz was part of an assessment where as a group we had to come up with a business idea. The one thing I learned: group work can be difficult. None of us are on campus at on the same or at the same time. None of us live in the same city and some live a few hours away. Then you also have the people who don’t want to do anything, the one that want to do everything and the narrow minded people, just to name a few.

I definitely will not be a poetry writer, that I know for sure. In our Creative Writing class for the first semester, a lot of it was about poetry. Although I have enjoyed learning something new, I am still not a fan of poetry. I did come up with one little poem – if that is considered a poem – for our ten-sentence exercise which I will be posting (here).

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  1. Hi Prisqua
    When life hurts this much there’s got to be a happily ever after, the light at the end of the tunnel, a reason for everything, hasn't there? Parallel Shades of Normality
    Just as a coincidence last week I discovered the happy ending for my Black Dog tales. It involves the light at the end of the tunnel! Her'es an excerpt if you're interested!
    "As I look back to where we’ve just walked from I almost burst into pieces, like an overexpanded balloon. I’m inflated with a degree of excitement I’ve never experienced before. “Look, Mum," I yip enthusiastically. Mum can see I’m brimming with excitement but she’s puzzled as to why. Looking back to where I’m staring she can’t see anything beyond the darkness of the tunnel and the square of light at its midpoint.
    Mum can see I’m still overflowing with exhilaration. I’m jiggling and smiling and my tail is beating so fast I’m sure I’m about to lift off from the earth into space. She asks “What is it KoKo?” I struggle to calm my breathing so I can explain to Mum what she’s missing. “Mum, I knew we’d find it someday. Please look carefully. What can you see at the end of the tunnel’s dark shadows?” Mum looks again but doesn’t seem to understand what’s leading to my joy.
    I decide to explain what I’m observing more carefully. This is a very important moment in our lives. “Mum, please stand where I'm sitting. Now, look back into the shadows we walked through. "Can you see the long tube of darkness where we just came from?” Mum replies patiently, “Yes KoKo, I can see it.” “Please cast your eyes to the furthermost point,” I woof gently to her, “Please concentrate on the lighter square where the sunbeams are spreading down into the dark shadows.” Mum admits she can see there’s a small focus of light near the centre turn of the underpass, but its significance is still not clear to her. Her mind must be a bit murky today. It’s not unusual for this to happen when the Black Dog has been hanging around. He distracts her and sprays a mist over her thoughts.
    “Mum, I'm so excited for you, your Black Dog illness will go away now.” "Thank you KoKo” she responds, “but I'm not sure why you’re suddenly so confident. Do you mean you've found the Holy Grail in the underpass?" Mum asks, still clearly missing my point.
    "Oh no Mum, this is even better.” I woof. “Mum, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, Mum! Can’t you see it? Mum? It’s the light at the end of the tunnel you’ve been trying to find. It’s been here all the time and we’ve finally found it. You’ll be OK now.”
    Mum bursts into tears so just for a moment I worry I’ve upset her, then I notice she is smiling too. “Oh, KoKo” she says with wonder in her voice. "I love how you look after me. Thank you for finding this luminous light for me." We can come back to take a photograph tomorrow then I can put it on my wall at home to remind me each day. Maybe it will frighten the Black Dog when he sees it near my bed?"
    “KoKo, you are such are a clever and caring dog. Thank you.” We continue our walk with lighter hearts and smiles on our faces.
    To end my dog's tail about this annoying black dog and my role in helping my Mum to fight him, I leave you with thoughts from my heart: What people say may help you gain strength to tell your tale too. Share your love with others in need. KoKo Harry Potter Regards Helen Potter and KoKo

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