"I write because I must. It's not a choice or a pastime, it's an unyielding passion and my calling"- Elizabeth Reyes
Hello and Happy Easter!
One day, I was enjoying a
currants roll during a class break when a former classmate from my days as a
Spanish undergrad came up to me. We exchanged pleasantries and got to talking.
Eventually, she asked how I was doing, which is code for “ah want to mind yuh
business”.
I said, “Living life.” She
chuckled.
I said, “Working with Dr.
Roberts as a Research Assistant.” She nodded, looking mildly impressed.
I said, “And doing my
Masters’ in Creative Writing.” Her mouth opened slightly. Her eyebrows knotted
in confusion. She looked from me to her hands, speechless.
Then, a look of dismay/shock/pity
(disshockity?) crossed her face before she said, “Good luck with that.”
If I had a dollar for every
time someone from the Spanish days, or most persons for that matter, reacted like
that to my choice of degree, I’d have about ten to fifteen dollars.
Some part of me likes to think
that they’re generally baffled and sincerely don’t know what to say or how to
react. I mean, how dare I try to turn a hobby into a career? Someone with a
degree in Spanish & History should become a teacher, do IR or work at a Ministry.
No ifs, buts or maybes.
Another part- let’s call him
Sassy Garvin- wants to respond with either: “Wham?” or “Is none ah yuh damn business”
or “Is my money paying for half of it” or “Yuh name ain’t Emma or Dexter or
Daphne, my decisions ain’t your concern”. Simply put: #ByeFelicia.
I don’t have to justify my
decisions to anyone. Much less, a random girl who had one class with me in 2009
and can’t begin to understand The Garvin. Those that matter support me.
But, I’m a Libra meaning the
amount of figs given are a lot, but you’ll never know until we write about it. I started beating myself up. What was I thinking when I signed up to do a MFA? Why
am I doing this? What am I going to do with this? Am I wasting my time? Why
didn’t I go for the Masters in Cultural Studies? Ugh, why am I letting this
girl get to me?
For all my apparent
randomness, there are legit decision making processes behind almost everything
I do, especially something as important as my Masters degree. I’m most
certainly not wasting my time. And I can get a Masters in Cultural Studies
whenever I want.
But, why am I doing this?
As an answer, I thought back
to the beginning of the first class for my Writing course when the lecturer
invited us to introduce ourselves. He wanted to know our names, our first
degrees, and most importantly, Why We
Write.
When it was my turn, I said
something about not wanting to wake up at 40, regretful and unhappy with my
life, and slit my wrists. No one got my morbid sense of humour, so I tried
again.
I’m passionate about writing,
and I figure now’s the time to pursue something that I’m passionate about. Aren’t
we supposed to do what makes us happy? Writing makes me happy. There’s
something about watching your thoughts turn into words on a page, about
creating scenarios, about creating a character from the ground up, about
expressing that part of yourself that wants to be heard. It’s exhilarating, it's therapeutic, it's my creative outlet.
Yes, I want to be an author.
I want people to read my books, to relate to my characters, to have heated
discussions about the narrative. I want to win awards. The MFA is a step in
that direction. But, the path can go anywhere. I could become an Editor, a Copy
Editor, a Playwright, a Freelance Writer, or a Travel Writer. I can write
screenplays, proofread documents, teach children to write creative essays,
blog, critique books/movies/scholarly articles, and the list goes on.... It's really up to me to parlay the skills learned in this degree into money-making ventures.
Ultimately, I want to write
for television. Like, seriously! Those who know me know that I’m a
self-described TV whore. I watch some 27 shows a week, sometimes putting off
assignments and my already struggling social life for a TV show.
My queue on YouTube is full
of Writers’ Roundtables interviews. I look forward to the Writers’ Room. I
enjoy listening to the behind-the-scenes action. Think about it, what’s a TV
show without the script? Writers are integral to a show; they are the
magicians, developing characters and storylines. I want to be a part of that
energy of creativity.
Oh, that's why! I write because it makes me happy. I write because I envision a future for myself
where it’s a part of my everyday life. I write because I must.
Until the next post, chao.
Blog Post After-Thoughts:
1) The alternative title for this post was: The Illuminati Made Me Do A MFA in Creative Writing
2) Emma, Dexter and Daphne- Mummy, Daddy and Grandma
3) I respect teachers, and those doing IR and working at Ministries
4) I might have to migrate to write for television
5) I wonder if anyone clicked on "The Garvin Behind The World"
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