Creative writing online course

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It’s been a while now that I have wanted to do something to better myself. I like to have a project and I like to think that I am constantly working at improving my skills in one way or another, be it for work, home or just for fun. I just need more time in the day, that’s all. Small ask.

Anyhow, I have signed up for an NCC course in creative writing.

I’ve been playing around with the idea of writing a book for years, I have started a few and slowly petered out, unsure of my words and unsure of the path to complete the story but every time I listen to people like JK Rowling, who celebrates 20 years today since Harry Potter first published, I am inspired and my desire to write kicks in again.

Who knows, maybe by the time I am 100 I’ll have something to show you.

In the meantime, I am working on improving my writing skills. I think I have come a long way since my first attempts at blogging. Grammar, spelling, attention to detail and constructing a simple sentence that is understandable have all played a role in this process and I am very aware that I have a long way to go before I will be satisfied with my work.

NCC is an online home learning website that has many different courses to complete; science, culture, health care and business are just some of the sectors where courses are offered. The forensic scientist course shouted out at me but that’s because I love Silent Witness and other similar dramas. I can’t really see myself taking up a career in this sector and I’m not sure I would sleep easy either.

So, I’ve gone for the creative writing course, I’ve completed the first module and started the second, so far so good. I don’t feel as if I have learnt anything new yet but I am looking forward to ploughing ahead and discovering lots of new styles of writing. I shall be looking at poetry, writing for radio, novel writing, life writing, writing for children, non-fiction, scriptwriting (looking forward to this module). I will even have to sit an exam at the end.

The good news is I shall have a certificate if I pass. But more than the certificate, I’ll have spent some quality time improving and expanding an area of my life that I love and am passionate about.

What about you? Would you like to take up a course and further your knowledge? If so, what would you like to study?

Disclosure: NCC has given me a Creative Writing course (without tutor feedback) in return for a review. I’ll be back soon (after 200 hours study) to let you know how I got on.

A few other friends have taken up the challenge and you can find out what they are studying and how they are getting on here.

Mummy Barrow is learning to be a Life Coach

 

Baby Baby

 

Write On Prompts – Week 1 – I have never…

She felt his hands hold her head, wrapped in her long locks as he kissed her ever so gently. He looked deep into her eyes and slowly made his way in for a second kiss, again just as gently as the first.

She was in a trance enjoying the novelty of being kissed by him after so much anxiety, so much worrying; would he like her? Would they have a good time? Would he want to see her again?

Two days of trying on every garment in her wardrobe before she settled with her faded jeans and favourite ‘lucky’ t-shit, well it sure was lucky tonight.

They’d been to the trendy bar in town and chatted over a couple of drinks, laughing at each others jokes, agreeing with each others points of views. They’d gone on to a reserved table at the local Italian restaurant and she’d hardly touched her food for nerves.

Then he’d suggested a stroll along the river bank.

Here they were in the summer twilight on the longest day of the year. The sun had finally gone down but had left behind a brilliantly coloured sky with pinks, oranges, yellows and reds.

He was going to the Hyde Park concert next week, would she like to come?

“I would LOVE to come.’ had been her confirmation. Had she been too gushing? Did he think she was really uncool? Was she completely destroying any chance of survival before they had actually started to see each other properly?

And now, here he was kissing her after months of sizing each other up, weeks of small talk and drinks in a group of mutual friends.

He gently pushed her against the wall running alongside the river bank and his kisses became more urgent, she responded wanting his attention  and wanting this moment to last forever.

She felt his hand caress her breast and let him explore her form, pushing into him. She could feel his desire pressing her leg and started to panic.

How far should she go?

It’s only their first date. They mustn’t, they shouldn’t. Would he wait? Would he be angry with her if she stopped now? Would she never see him again if she didn’t go all the way?

He lulled her into him again and she felt his hands roaming her bum, his finger running down the curve in between her buttocks. She was excited. She was about to explode. She had to stop.

He took her by the hand and led her to the grass verge a short walk away, bushes excluded them from the path and trees overhead were swaying in the breeze. She could hear an animal in the bushes but he interrupted her distractions with more ardent kissing.

They laid down, he pressed into her thigh giving clear evidence of his passion. He stroked her body and his hand lowered to the button on her jeans.

She sat up, startled at how fast things were moving.

‘I have never…’

I’m linking up with Sandy Calico who blogs at Baby Baby, click on the image at the top of this post and it will tele-transport you directly to her – enjoy the journey and good reading!

100 word challenge, Silhouette, River Avon, Sandy balls

Some places are for staying quiet girls.

If you listen hard enough you can hear the wings of the fairies beating. You can hear the elves singing whilst they collect acorns for the long winter ahead.

You can hear the swans chatting as they gather materials for their nests.

Watch the river how it dances in and out of the rocks and obstacles? The fish are swimming deep down close to the mud looking for food for their hungry tummies.

If you’re really very quiet you might spot an otter playing in the stream.

You must be still and quiet and patient.

 

I’m entering this into the 100 word challenge #100WCGU, the prompt is a photo I took on a trip to Sandy balls in the New Forest last year. A real beauty spot that the girls adored and was perfect for firing up the imagination.

Head over to Julia’s Place to read what other bloggers have come up with or better still join in with us?

I sit here day in – day out and watch scenes play out in front of me all year long. I have noticed a lady recently, she doesn’t look happy. Her children are fretful and difficult to cope with. I see her struggling with heavy shopping bags up and down flights of stairs making sure there’s always a good meal on the table.

I watch her chat with the other mums; she’s uncomfortable with them.

I know her mother is sick, her father’s an alcoholic and her teen son has started smoking.

Why doesn’t her husband see? He’s going to lose her.

This is my first entry for The Head’s Office 100 word challenge. We have been given the photo above and the task is to write something creative in only 100 words, mine is quite melancholic but so true, how many partners don’t ‘see’ when their other half is suffering? Head over and see what everyone else came up with

So S is for Scary, Stories and Supplies today for my entry in Jenny Matlock’s Alphabe Thursday now all I need is a monster aged 8 or over…..

Have you ever heard of 826 literacy project? I hadn’t until yesterday, quite by chance via Twitter and that gives me a fourth S today Serendipity but I digress dear reader. The 826 National is a nonprofit tutoring, writing, and publishing organization, set up to assist students aged six to eighteen with their writing skills, and to help teachers get their classes excited about writing. Work is based on the understanding that great leaps in learning can happen with one-on-one attention, and that strong writing skills are fundamental to future success.

Sounds brilliant doesn’t it? This is one time that I want to be 10 years old again!

Currently there are 9 centres dotted all over the USA and now, luckily for us, some very hard working people who you can read about on We Made This have secured funding from the Arts Council and The JJ Charitable Trust the author Nick Hornby jumped on board and Hoxton Street Monster Supplies –  Purveyor of Quality Goods for Monsters of Every Kind opened back in November 2010 for the delight of kids across the land and I WANT TO GO NOW! Only I need to be aged 8 – 18…even my best attempt at a monster disguise won’t let me get away with the loss of that many years!

The shop was established in 1818 and has been supplying Britain’s extensive monster community since. In fact you can find a whole range of Tinned Fears each containing a specially commissioned short story from authors like Nick Hornby and Zadie Smith, there is a wonderful selection of Human Preserves and a very handy Neck-Bolt Tightener amongst other necessary monster wares. The beadier eyed beast will note that the shelves of the shop conceal an entrance. A secret and well disguised portal that leads to the Ministry of Stories which has been architectured and designed in the smallest detail to feel really special and it certainly looks special.

The Ministry has already held numerous workshops which monsters both locally and from afar have given their thumbs up. The BBC themselves were suitably impressed and the journalist from The Guardian gave a glowing report. But let’s be honest – would you dare write a bad review on a monster supply shop? – not me!

So if you have some monsters lying around who need a little inspiration or a creative outlet to create the next Harry Potter then you really should rush down to this place…I’m going to kidnap my niece and nephew (aged 9 and 11) whilst they’re sleeping and leave my twins in their beds so their parents won’t realise, that’ll get me my ticket into the Ministry of Stories. How are you going to get in?

I confess to stealing each and every single photo from the We Made This blog and I am now on a 24/7 monster watch. Aaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhh