A year ago my Dad passed away. I miss him, mourn him, still love the often awkward, definitely eccentric but affectionate man that raised me. But his passing changed my life. It gave me the courage to walk through a door, already open to me, but requiring courage. At last I took the step and won a place on a Masters in Creative Writing. In answer to the question “What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?” I would now be able to say “Exactly what I am doing now”. Which is good, right? Not that I feel that confident. I’m not new to writing, I’ve done that lots through a number of jobs, but this is the first time I’m writing creatively.
But it is no good studying to write but only sharing what you write within the safe, warm and reassuring pod of your fellow students and supportive tutors. It is imperative to share wider than that, to take the plunge, jump off the top board and let others see your work. So that’s what this blog is here for, to share, to get feedback. The big scary.
So here goes. Let’s see what happens, eh?
In starting here and now, a year after we lost Dad, the first two pieces I’ll post are about him.