The Future of My Writing

Since declaring myself an English major, I have enrolled in classes that are, for lack of a better word, cool. It is such a prodigious experience to meet people who enjoy writing and reading works of art just as much as I do.

To my own surprise, I started a novel this Summer. Whether or not it will ever see the light of day is a different story but I'm enjoying  it regardless. Like I said, it was even a shock to me but when reading back over the few chapters I started in July, I realized that they weren't half bad. This semester I am in a creative writing class where we have really been exploring writing fiction and I don't think I have ever enjoyed a class more in my life. Not only have the students of that class inspired me to write more because I just enjoy it, but the teacher herself is a pretty remarkable lady who keeps us motivated to just document everything we feel, see and experience. 

This November, I will be participating in National Novel Writing Month which I couldn't be more excited about. Sure 50,000 words in 30 days is scary but I really want to do this for me to prove that I can really stick to what I love and accomplish something bigger than me. 

I'd love to take credit for realizing that English was the path I needed to take but that's not the case. Without the positive feedback from so many of my first year professors, I'd still be dilly dallying around in Communication classes and striving to do something I don't feel anything towards. I may not be the world's next great novelist (in fact, I know I'm not) but for now it feels right and I am loving every opportunity I get to write. 

"Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people."
-Roald Dahl