Did you see Rachel Cusk’s piece in The Guardian on 19 January about creative writing courses? I read it with a glass of wine as I was cooking that evening’s dinner, having finished my Masters coursework that afternoon. I meant to go online and post a comment, but I ended up responding on Twitter instead, so I thought that it would be worth writing about my experience of studying for a writing Masters here while it was still fresh in my mind.
I studied Professional Writing with the University of Falmouth (formerly University College Falmouth). As far as I’m aware, it’s the only Professional – as opposed to Creative – Writing Masters in the UK.
Since my only experience of studying creative writing was as an undergraduate concentrating on poetry – on the University of Oregon’s Kidd Program and at the University of East Anglia – I don’t know how the course content differed from that of a traditional creative writing Masters. I can, however, tell you what I think made this course stand out.
The clue’s in the name. This is a course about working as a writer – whether that’s ghost-writing memoirs or drafting copy for a loo roll ad. It’s about more than crafting perfect prose or understanding how to build suspense in a plot; it’s about understanding markets and learning how to sell yourself too. Over the past two years I’ve learnt how to build a website and approach an agent, analysed the demand for travel memoirs, reacquainted myself with how to give and take constructive criticism and tried to work out what my USP is. I could have also learnt how to write press releases, features and ad copy, but that was too like my day job. Given that PR and commercial writing pay far better than most ‘creative’ writing jobs, this was a popular – if unromantic – option for many of my fellow students.
Instead, after doing the obligatory bit-of-everything introductory courses, I focused on non-fiction, rewriting the opening chapters of a travel memoir I started eight years ago in Italy, and a new narrative nonfiction book about Cardiff Bay.
Two things strike me as I write this. The first is that – 15,000 word Masters project aside – I didn’t actually write that much after the introductory classes. Or rather I wrote blurbs and market analyses and research plans and synopses, but not much of the stuff that I’d thought I’d write. Secondly, although I experimented with styles and genres – I was quite taken with chick-lit – when it came to producing my final piece of work I went back to writing in the voice I’d always used. I’d like to think that my writing has become more zingy as a consequence of what I’ve learned, but I’m not sure.
Let’s backtrack a moment, though. If I am completely honest this isn’t why I did the course.
I found out about it messing around online in summer 2010. That spring I’d finished a temporary work contract. I’d planned on doing freelance work while completing a professional diploma; because there wasn’t much work around I ended up taking a full-time job. I was desperate to find a challenge, though. I had vague ideas of freelancing again but I didn’t have a huge plan. The course was more about staving off boredom than helping me in my career.
And on those grounds, it’s been a success. I haven’t had time to be bored these past two years. For a while after I’d taken a new, more demanding job, I wondered whether I’d be able to find the time or the mental energy to continue, but I’ve got used to making myself a coffee and writing for two hours after work, and of making the most of those days you wake up early and can’t get back to sleep, or need distracting from a cramped train carriage. Even so, it’s hard sitting in front of a computer for work all day, then trying to squeeze out the last drops of creative energy as you do the same at home. I’ve fantasised about having a completely different day job – like being one of those people that maintain the municipal flower beds, or anything really that doesn’t involve computer screens and word counts. There have also been all those times I’ve felt violently jealous of the lucky few fellow students who didn’t have to juggle studying with a full-time job, or worked freelance. (I ignored the fact that they had to fit writing around looking after a family, whereas I have no such responsibilities.)
I studied part-time over two years, on the distance learning option. I was surprised how much of a sense of a community developed among a bunch of people sat in front of their computers, some of them in different countries. There was a real feeling that we were all in this together, and that there was always someone to moan to about writers’ block or struggles with the workload. I wonder how different the experience would have been had I studied full-time on campus for a year. But while part of me wishes that I’d had the chance to spend time in a classroom and give over my life to writing for a year, on balance I think mine was the better choice – and far more representative of most writers’ lives. Still, one of the clear highlights of the two years was meeting other students and tutors at the London Book Fair.
The downside? Well, the course fees for a start, particularly when you consider that over the two years they pretty much equate to the average writer’s annual earnings from writing alone. But my feeling is that if you’re looking for a better salary do an MBA or go to medical school, do a writing course because you can’t imagine not doing it.
There are, of course the stories about graduates who’ve signed book deals and gone on to big things. I’m too realistic to believe that the course will automatically lead to publication, or of even being able to make a career out of writing books.
While I’m concentrating on the downside, I might as well talk about parts of the course which I was disappointed about. I suppose my main gripe is the fact that I expected more focus on career-planning, perhaps more interaction with agents and publishers. Again, it’s all down to expectations, and perhaps in this respect mine were a little high.
On a positive note, though, I learned a lot. And more importantly I enjoyed myself. I discovered that I’m much better at giving and receiving constructive criticism than I’d imagined, and that deadlines are something to savour, not dread. I found out that I can write plot and dialogue and much more besides. And I realised that while I’m not the world’s best writer, I’m possibly not the worst. Plus, the course tutors were – without exception – excellent, and I’m grateful to have had the chance to learn from them.
If you’re knee deep in a project you’re passionate about, a course such as this may not be for you. It’s too easy to use the coursework as an excuse for not writing too much else. But if – like me – you need the focus, the deadlines, to kick you down a route you’ve been nosying around for years, then the £6,000ish course fees will be money well spent.
So has the course changed my life? It’s far too early to say. I’d like to say I’ll keep writing, but who knows how I’ll feel in a few months? I do, however, feel rather lost and tearful that a fantastic two years has come to end. So, if you were to ask me whether I’d recommend the course I’d say yes, go for it.