Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
The writers class was similar to attending an antenatal class.
It doesn’t really matter if you attend or not, because you’re still going to have a baby. In the same way, if you’re going to write a book, you’ll do it whether you go to class or not.
But by coming to class, you get to know that everyone’s in the same sort of sea vessel. There’s no particular right way to have a baby (with the exception perhaps of giving birth in a fire pit or off the edge of a cliff); and it’s a bit the same with writing. Everyone comes to the party pregnant, and there’s just particular things you can try not to do if you want to avoid fucking the whole show up. It’s normally good to wear a life jacket of some description if you board a sea vessel, and it’s probably smart to ask someone who’s been on the boat before where you might locate your floaties.
Listening to Feedback and allowing a big feedback crap on your work to determine your birth plan is like letting an arrow drawn the wrong way in wet cement point you in the direction of imminent doom until the council decides it’s time for a new foothpath. It’s throwing your life jacket to the fish; which is both stupid and environmentally unfriendly. And who the fuck wants to leave anything up to local government? They wont fix the pavement till at least three senior citizens have stacked it.
So board the boat, have your baby, and don’t let those council bastards anywhere near it. Unless they have publishing grants (but that’s for the post-natal class).