Saturday, 17 April 2010
I studied an English degree at University, and whilst already in love with the written word, this course triggered a passion for being a writer of the word. I like to explore the caverns and corridors of my brain to concoct exactly the right phrase to convey my thoughts. The problem being, I've been storing these phrases in said (cobwebby) caverns and corridors. Until now. I started a creative writing evening class at Cardiff University this week. I've a red leather bound book of collected ideas and observations (my theory = if the book is pretty I'll want to write in it even more!). And here lies my blog, where I'm hoping the classes and ideas will join to form lots of juicy, satisfyingly composed wordiness.