Fit like? I am Jo, native Aberdonian, former teuchter and adopted Glaswegian. I also have blue hair. I’m the scary one that spends a great deal of time trying not to swear (as much) in class. I have always been a writer. Since I was a kid, my nose was either buried in a book or I was scribbling furiously in notebooks – in between catching tadpoles and fighting with boys.
My all-time favourite book is Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. I was spellbound by Roald Dahl’s imaginative storytelling, absurd hilarity and wonderful hyper-real characters. I read George’s Marvellous Medicine countless times, along with The Twits, using the world of fantasy and magic as an escape from the real world.
I read a short story called ‘The Pedestrian’ by Ray Bradbury and went on to trawl my way through everything he ever penned, but I have a special fondness for Something Wicked This Way Comes. If you haven’t partaken already, I insist that you do. From then on, my love affair with weirdness and wonder has done nothing but mushroom, bordering on the obsessive. I drooled over books that had a series of three or more, becoming a sucker for Science Fiction and Fantasy. I devoured titles by Douglas Adams, Phillip K Dick, Terry Pratchett, David Eddings, JRR Tolkien, Neil Gaiman, Robert Jordan, Stephen Donaldson and a whole host of others. I love the anticipation of being sucked into another world.
I’m not what you would call ‘well read’, and feel a little intimidated by the academic parts of the class. I just read what I like. I was possessed by George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four and its relevance to the present day continues to astound me. I own a giant, ever growing book pile which includes one huge book containing seven George Orwell novels. I will finish it one day, but something new always gets added to the pile. I accepted a long time ago that I’ll never be ‘done’ reading. There are simply too many great books, there is no finish line for me.
I adore the strange and unusual, so when a friend suggested that I read Kurt Vonnegut, I selected Slaughterhouse Five. I was not disappointed. I love stories that fling your brain around in a knapsack and chuck it at a brick wall, so that half way through the book, you are going ‘eh? Fits this aboot?’ and by the end of the book you are still not really sure because it is all up for debate. Slaughterhouse Five did that to me and I am insanely (literally) looking forward to reading more of his work. I am not a fan of sugary ‘new equilibrium’ Hollywood endings.
I recently finished The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion. I was really disappointed and quite annoyed, because it took me ages to finish. I really struggled with it. My high expectations that it might give me some answers about my own grieving process were not met in the slightest.
I am currently reading two books (I have a terrible habit of reading several books at once) The Grief Club by Melody Beattie – not what I would usually read, but on advice I gave it a whirl. One chapter at a time is all I can do, but I am getting lots of healing from it despite the slow going. The other book I am reading at the moment is The Zen Art of Writing by Ray Bradbury – a superb collection of essays and short stories about his writing processes. I am practically overdosing on inspiration despite being just halfway through. It inspired me to find this course.
What do I want out of this year? I want to scream in the face of fear, write anyway and become my own Ray Bradbury, a writing rebel with pen poised, ready to break all the rules.