Distractions, Dissertations & Dedication.

by | Mar 19, 2013 | Blog | 0 comments

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So I received information today about my dissertation for next year, third year discussion already? Wow! University really does fly on by… The good thing about being on a creative course is that I can do a creative piece for my final dissertation. YES! We are given options to either do a large collection of poetry, collection of short stories amounting to 6,000 words or the first two chapters of a novel also amounting to 6,000 words. The easier option for me would be the collection of short stories but I want to be a novelist so I think it would make sense to do that.

I keep running away from the word ‘novel’ and I don’t know why that is. Maybe it’s because the amount of writing is so daunting. The typical novel is 80,000 words and the thought of it terrifies me. I am more comfortable with shorter pieces but I really want to write a novel. I think if I had the dedication and no distractions I could write a novel, but there are too many of them for me. The internet is the worst one. I find myself browsing the internet, watching Facebook and hoping for something to arrive on my news feed that actually interests me. I find myself watching countless TV shows online and I wonder if I added up all the time wasted doing that I probably could have written half a novel by now. I think being an author in the modern world is difficult because technology takes up a lot of our time.

After hearing that for my dissertation I can write two chapters of a novel the ideas have been buzzing around my head like electrical impulses and I didn’t waste any time as I wrote them all down. I look at it this way – I have five months once I finish this academic year and then I am starting my third year. In that time I can easily write the first draft of my dissertation. It’s not like I’m going to have anything else to do… I need a job. That is my main priority in the summer but writing my dissertation draft is a close second. I think my struggle is I don’t know what kind of writer I am yet.

I know what I like to write and I can see myself being a novelist but genre wise I’m not sure. I have tried several different genres. And hopefully fantasy is my next experiment. I have an idea for a modern day fantasy – lets see where I go with that. I know that I have the dedication to be a novelist but with distractions it is definitely harder to write. I complain about not having enough time but I need to make time. If I am serious about being a writer I need to write. Makes sense really.

Written by Emma-Jane Barlow

 Emma-Jane Barlow is a 30 year-old author, poet, writer and autism advocate from the UK. She has been writing poetry since the age of seven and finds comfort in writing about her life experiences. She has two published books and is currently working on a third.

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