In 2005 I finished a science degree; this set me up for boring jobs. I was a logical thicker once. At least the job options paid.
I searched for years, or procrastinated, if you like, for a course that might sharpen my skills for an interesting job. Part of studying science is that you learn analytical thinking and a stack of other stuff, which you’ll be lucky to find anybody to appreciate.
I took up writing in 2009. Then, I never referred to myself as a writer. I still don’t. Everybody can be a “writer”.
I found a course, short story writing, which was a module contributing to the postgraduate diploma in professional writing at the university of deakin (Australian). One thing led to another, I finished nine writing modules – the postgraduate diploma in professional writing requires eight. I’m frying an extra project, the thesis, to finish my Master of Arts (Writing & Literature).
What the hell can I do with a Masters, don’t people talk crap about these? Yep.
I look at my marks and I feel I’ve gained qualities, which worst case scenario only help myself and possibly the grandkids – who I’m yet to have – who will then have the opportunity to hold my thoughts.
My marks and modules I’ve included here. I think it’s a nice motivator, or an education suggestion for other writers.
My family weren’t the wealthiest growing up. They were middle class. In many ways calling yourself a writer to the middle class is like coming out of the closet to rednecks. It’s something I smile at now.
Gaston Cavalleri is an Australian travel writer, novelist, screenwriter, and jiu-jitsu fighter. To support his travel writing & literature give a “like” on the Facebook page.