Feb 11 2009
Bridging Creative Gaps
I’ve just finished reading a book of short stories by Frances Hwang, called ‘Transparency‘, which deals with themes of modern alienation using the most beautiful yet spare prose.
The stories feature Asian characters, most of whom are American-born, with the gap between the generations as a cause of misunderstanding and distance. I was also struck by the gap between the characters’ emotions and thoughts, and their ability to reach out and express, and get what they needed.
A conversation with the author, at the back of the book, inspired me because she mentioned studying creative writing formally, and how much it helped her to be part of a community of writers. As writing is such an isolated occupation, being with other people that validate the importance of the writing process is crucial to morale and continued creativity.
Two years ago I decided to do a Creative Writing Masters Degree at the University of Sussex, but was put off after finding out I’d have to pay foreign student fees. Strangely enough, in the month that I would have been starting my studies, I gave birth to my son. This year I qualify for residency so would be eligible for normal fees and associated bursaries/grants. I’ve been seriously thinking about doing this in the next couple of years. It’s something I’ve never allowed myself to do, despite loving words my whole life: immerse myself in the world of literature and learn all I can about how to write. Instead, I followed a course of study that I thought would lead to highly-paid work helping others: psychology.
Most of my writing experience has been self-taught so far, and I think there’s a lot to be said for that. But I’m looking forward to being able to be part of an intellectual community again. I think that’s one of the things that’s hardest about being a mother for me (aside from the practically zero time alone): the intellectual part of me not being fed as much. I have to seek it out through parenting philosophies and books on the politics of breastfeeding.
Yesterday, though, my two worlds were able to come together at the breastfeeding drop-in as I was referred to counsel a woman with a breastfeeding-related issue, in my role as peer supporter. My book-learned and practical knowledge and training about breastfeeding was complemented by my ability to go beyond the intellectual, really listen to someone without preconceptions, and make creative connections. I don’t know how much I succeeded, although the mother did come to thank me later, but it felt good.
