Ending on a high note

Tonight was my last creative writing class.

I feel like I've come so far since class number one - I've learnt new ways of thinking, new ways of doing things and perhaps most interestingly, ways I don't want to do things.

I said at the beginning that 'I have an idea. I know what I want to say, I know how I’m going to say it and, most importantly, I know what it’s going to mean'.

That idea hasn't changed. What has changed is that I now know how I'm going to write it. And I'm excited about it.

Through the course I've deliberately avoided my idea. I've written other stories to learn new techniques. My last week's homework delved the nearest to my idea and I hoped it would be well received. My teacher read it out tonight.

It was well received, provoking quite strong reactions. Excerpts from my individual feedback reads 'the voice of the narrator both spooked me a little, but also filled me with sympathy. The nature of the character's predicament, as she sees it, comes across with almost suffocating conviction...Probably your best story so far. Well done'.

This means a lot. I'm exceptionally happy that I'm ending the course on such a high note.

In the University building lies an old grand piano. I love looking inside at the mechanics of old instruments - so cleverly magnificent. So tonight, when no one was around I uncovered it, and marvelled in the beautiful craft that is often unseen. I hope this is what my writing will look like.