Back in 1991, my younger self loved to write stories and draw. I was told by educators and many ‘other’ people that there was no career to be had in the subject, except teaching, so I considered teaching as a profession, but I didn’t enjoy the studies.
After having had so many jobs where I felt unfulfilled – processing rather than helping to improve life-matters. My creative energy was kept at bay with a continual DIY home renovation, on average moving home every two to three years, progressing up the property ladder, rather than chasing a professional status. I married, then dynamics of our home-life changed, I became a parent. I changed.
I decided to return full circle on the eternal path, back to my first love and passion, writing stories and drawing. Telling my own stories to my family.
Nearly twenty years later, it eventualised that I should return to education,
not for anyone else, for myself.
I had three motivating factors swimming in my mind, and I am proud to say, I did it.
After all was achieved academically, I had completed and obtained the qualifications to take the next step into the education profession. I only needed a PGCE, and this is where I met with a number of complications.
I took a step back.
I needed to boost! My confidence, the M.A. experience, in addition to the social environment I was living and experiencing at the time in 2014, had disempowered and shattered my dreams somewhat, again, which was all very bizarre at a time when I had expected to and should have been glowing with confidence. Why?
Over the next few months, I will share how my three motivational factors which swam around my mind giving me the initial boost, were temporarily forgotten, they became muddied. The Writer’s Progress will also share a little insight into what she found out having spent some time amongst the teaching profession, (all written professionally with confidentiality in mind and without a single mention of individuals, because), these words are only my opinion, and only that, an opinion, and when I realised something about my own opinion, I silenced my voice.
For what exactly does my opinion matter, anyway?
This leads me into the third reason and factor of limitation, which stopped me in my tracks and has temporarily placed my skills as a Creative Writer on hold, the Novel will have to wait (or so I thought).
I was always taught that patience and consideration of my actions is a virtue. Therefore, experience, listening and learning something new, stopped me. I was literally stuck in my tracks, having no idea what I should really do with all these fantastic stories (to me) that spilled from my mind.
After all the studying:
Instead of procrastination, I immersed myself into 1:1 tuition, and volunteered in schools, but I didn’t enjoy my time there at all, and well, people, mentors, lecturers around me still continued to suggest that there was no career outside of teaching to be had for a Writer (twenty-three years on… blimey)!
In my own mind, I knew I wanted to write on, to achieve a PhD in some way of a kind, for me. So I knocked on the wrong places, and was met with many closed doors and lack of funding. I kept telling myself that I just hadn’t found my right time, not yet.
It was in early 2015 I remembered a few more inspiring moments in my time line:
Two Lecturers who were positive chaps did twice say to me,
“Julie, do you need the academic qualification or just want it?”
Having generally a poor self-esteem was not helping me socially develop a network, so, I decided if I can’t do it as a team, I must have a go solo at finishing a Novel anyway, not for academia. If I was destined to feel empowered, I must take control of my own future.
My career history had always included computers, I was sending telex messages at seventeen and faxes at nineteen, now it was time to get digitally savvy.
I hoped to build a Digital Community of Writers, and Readers, via a blog, listening and learning from one another’s experiences and in the mean-time connect with likeminded life-long encouragers and maybe just finish the many stories I had begun during my undergraduate studies, even so far back as 1991. The only things I needed was the time, the tech and the confidence to do it, I remembered my three motivations back in 2009:
- Aspire to be like your Grandad who whenever he put his mind to something, he got on with it, no matter what anyone else said. His #mondaymotivation story will be coming soon.
- Inspired by the words of one Lecturer who educated my husband in Business Studies. Then a second Lecturer who recited on similar lines, “Do you need to do it, or just want to do it?” I realised I didn’t just want it, I needed to do it, for me.
- Last but not least, aiming to become an inspiration for my young children, who asked so many questions growing up, I rarely had the answers, they made me do the research, and not rely on individuals or teachers for their own opinion of what matters. If you don’t know something, it is always possible to find out exactly the answer’s to Why? Our chats now go on for days especially when the questions are profound.
With the help and support of my rock, that is my husband, I still have until November 2017 to complete my own personal Self-fulfilled Philosophy and Doctorate for the Art of Creative Writing and when the philosophy term of time runs out, I intend to release my first-ever Creatively Written Novel, by what method, only time will tell. I’m putting the words out there, but sometimes it is all in the action and not the words.
During these last 3, to 8 years of studies and research, I have grown to learn something of Philosophy, recaptured my understanding of Social Sciences, combined both qualitative processes of research with quantitative Psychologies, and formed epistemological translations as a parent and ‘A Girl from Hull’ empowering me to ‘find out’ for myself, and in the meantime encouraged others to do the same. Words are a complex phenomenon, which are often taken for granted. They deliver a sense of knowledge to all who share them, truths and untruths, ideas, concepts and facts.
My own research, I know has barely touched the surface of Ernest Hemingway’s mountain. However, I have enjoyed every second of the learning process, I’ve become ‘open to the translation of words’, otherwise known as Creative Writing.
It has been so much fun growing with the digital age since 2015, and I again, have barely scratched the surface. I’ve dabbled in a little pamphlet self-published eBooks because they save trees, whilst I learn. But, I would be fibbing to myself if I didn’t intend to publish my words in hardback as well. Twitter, WordPress and Amazon KDPs made this opportunity of free-writing arise.
It feels good that I am finally ready to write about my experiences along the way. Wish me luck, we all need a little luck, and thank you to all the readers to date. I’ve enjoyed your company on this merry way in the ‘Profession of Writing’.
8th April 2017
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