|Loving my night classes so far...|
I am about half way through the short taster course I signed up for at night school and I am really enjoying it so far. I have already decided to continue with the next level in January, so I'm currently writing hard to fund myself and get the course fees together. It's great to be back in a classroom again - yes, I am aware how nerdy that sounds, but it's true! I am a total blue-stocking; I love the classroom, the library, the three hour long lectures, the home work...it's great.
I have enjoyed meeting the other students and getting to know them. We are a small class and everyone is there for a different reason, but with a common interest and goal. One of my favourite aspects of the course so far has been writing out a Personal Development Plan - this is lecture-speak for goal setting. I love goal setting and I've often written about it in my books and features.
Strangely enough, one of the reasons I decided to sign up for night school in the first place was because I have already achieved almost all of my personal goals and I needed a new focus. I felt a bit lost in limbo. I have always had something to strive for, something to work on achieving. I wanted to feel that I had a fresh take on life, which will of course be good for my career as a writer. So now I have a whole new goal, which links into my writing career quite nicely and I'm working on the game-plan to achieve it. I feel more like my old self because of this - I feel the old familiar need to press ahead.
Learning something new always increases my sense of optimism and positivity. I enjoy studying. I spend my days busy with my writing career and my evenings studying for the course and completing home work assignments. If all goes to plan, I hope to be studying night classes for several years to come and of course my work as a writer takes up my days, so I need to develop good working study patterns early on.
As I walk back through the city center after class with my folder of work, I realize how lucky I am to live quite close to such a pretty University city. I notice the pretty blue lights around the water gardens, the Halloween displays in shop windows, the autumn leaves falling to the ground around campus. With a gingerbread latte to keep out the cold, I head to the bus stop and so back to my cosy little house, eager to settle down in my crimson study and write up class notes, observations and thoughts I've had during the lecture, so I don't forget them. I also write down any inspired topic ideas the lecture might have given me for future columns and features. Oh, and next month I start a short Pilates course too!
People often ask me "Where do you find inspiration?" and my answer is always the same "Life... life is the inspiration." A writer must frequently leave her desk in order to bring something back to the page.