Well, first I lob into the blogosphere thoughts about the nature of truth and untruth, and then it becomes something outside me, a discussion topic. As well as the comments on this blog, I had emails, conversations with friends and family. Ideas on the nature of truth in fiction, history, even photography, as well as my original thoughts on memoir, all became part of the story. What fun! (If anyone has no clue what I'm talking about, click here to see what all the fuss is about.)
This is why I like ideas. They come out to play when you least expect it. You can throw them up in the air, see them tossed about and come down in a slightly different shape. They have become something different, reorganised, evolved.
Which is partly why I'm beginning and MA in Creative Writing this September. Well, only partly. It's mainly because it's what I feel like doing next. But I couldn't write that on my personal statement (yes, I had to write a personal statement on my application form. That was creative writing in the raw). So I waffled about wanting my writing to improve, to 'get better' - whatever that means. But basically I know I love it, want to do it, talk about it, think about it - and maybe even have something to show for myself at the end of it.
And yes, I'll be blogging about it. But not about individuals, nor course grumbles, nor my thoughts on any one else's work. Rather, it will be my reflections on my own efforts, and whether it is as exciting as I think it will be. All those ideas to toss around - and who knows what shape my writing will be at the end of it. But that's the excitement, the joy of not-knowing.
And you - what would you do, if you could? What unlikely course would you study, country you'd visit, remains you would excavate, scientific corner you'd - do whatever people do in scientific corners? Okay, I know it's often not possible, but surely dreaming is fine.
(And yes, I know I'm self-publishing a book at the same time. You don't need to remind me. Thinking is in full spate in the self-publishing department.)
So, I now have student union card, and a bus pass. Now, which will get me a better deal getting into the cinema . . .