Back to reality

The house is clean. The piles of paper on the dining table have been sorted and cleared. The laundry is done. My email is checked. I am ready for work tomorrow.

How bloody depressing.

So the scriptwriting course that I’ve been repeatedly blogging about is over. I have managed to juggle both work and the course for a fortnight, admittedly not very well in the second week. Work, a short course and a social life are impossible to maintain all at the same time, so I’ve found.

At least I’ll get to see and hang out with the rest of the Potatoes again.

I’ve learnt a lot from the course, both in terms of scriptwriting and about myself. I’ve met some really great people, some of whom I’ll likely never see again, all of whom I’d love to keep in touch with. And to think that on the first day of the course, I walked into the room knowing nobody. But isn’t that what this is all about? Meeting new people, learning new things, establishing new friendships. Isn’t it amazing?

I’ve had a beyond brilliant time, both during the course and outside of it. Being in a classroom has reminded me how much I love learning. Being surrounded by so much talent has inspired me to push myself and think about where I want to see my writing take me. Watching the tutors and their passion for their work has me asking: What about me?