Fond Farewell

As autumn turns to winter, I prepare to say goodbye to Writing School. On this bright day - to the sounds of cars over wet tarmac - I think about the years gone by. During my Master of Fine Arts I met people from all sorts of unexpected places; a lawyer, headteachers, psychiatrists, an actor turned opera singer, an illustrator (the list goes on). Every individual had writing flowing through their life like veins through bodies.

It feels like yesterday - we would wait, full of nervous excitement, to perform our work to a class of critics. Oh, yesterday. We came out of workshops bruised and flustered, but with heads held high. We kept on writing, kept on laughing and drank wine in bars where music was louder than struggle. There was so much happiness in yesterday. We found ourselves in front of cameras, talking all things creative, wires clipped to our chest. I saw a lot of myself in yesterday and then, it became today.

Roxanna