Howdy, folks, well I’ve finished week three of a very exciting chapter in my life. I applied earlier this year and have been accepted for a MA (Master in Arts) in Creative Writing at the wonderful University of Limerick (UL).
Am I happy? I’m over the moon. It is a massive and major step for me as I’ve never been to college and I’m (ahem) late fifties. So when applying I was nervous, doubtful, praying, and everything in between that I was,
1: Doing the right thing and 2: I would be accepted.
Obviously I was successful, I’m here aren’t I? Silly me, anyway the first morning was daunting. Traveling to and fro to the university means an early start and I don’t do mornings. But now I’m up at six thirty and out the door at seven fifteen the latest.
When I arrive on campus, I either go to the library (which is amazing and where I’m sneaking time to write this) or sit in my car (especially if it’s lashing, which in Ireland is a kinda given) and write. I am using my time more effectively and my energy for writing/creating has soared. I am overflowing with ideas and notes are being taken which by the time I get around to working on them, I shall probably have forgotten what I meant, the scribbling is bad in places in fairness.
My fellow students are friendly, talented and top class. I am lucky to be surrounded by such giving people. Although any time I’ve needed help navigating the vast grounds of UL, everyone has been so helpful. There is an amazing air of togetherness drifting through the university, every corner, corridor, pathway is filled with wanting to encourage each other, to help, to belong.
I could go on but I shall report again on my experience. But for now, it’s head down and write, write and read. Wait until I tell you about my awakening in poetry, I can’t get over it, honestly you’ll be wanting to grab a poetry book and sink into it. All for another post though.