Strange, pseudo-inspiring snippet for the day
Wednesday, April 30, 2008 ![]()
Frank Zappa said it best: "Forget about the Senior Prom and go to the library and educate yourself if you've got any guts.”When total strangers find out that I’m a gosh-darned-soon-to-be-published author, they eventually end up asking about my educational background. The inference is usually that they’ve always wanted to write, but didn’t “go to school for that.” No English degree. They didn’t go to J-school. They didn’t drink heavily and move to Key West––that kind of thing.
Well, truth-be-told, neither did I. My degree is in art and design. My college classes involved understanding the subtle differences between burnt umber and burnt sienna. I drew sweaty naked people beneath hot studio lights. I didn’t write anything.
So despite the proliferation of MFA programs (which is an interesting discussion in and of itself), the fact remains that humans have been telling stories long before written languages even existed. Or even English degrees. It all starts **up here**. The rest is just desire.
With that in mind kids, the super-secret word for the day is: autodidact.
More on that tomorrow.
Jamie |
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Reader Comments (8)
On the other hand, signing up for some novel workshops and joining some writers groups was vitally important to me when I first started scribbling. There's nothing like a sea of bad manuscripts to slap some sense into your own writing.
Plus the instant captive audience: as Pinocchio would say, it's almost like being a real boy.
Thanks for letting me know about the storySouth award, I'm a very happy little Vegemite.
But then so is finding out stuff for yourself on the run.