Posts Tagged ‘Learning’

No, I don’t want to appear on the reality game show The Apprentice, I would love a  real apprenticeship. Especially in writing. This has been something I have struggled with for several years. Writers, watercolor-ists, dancers, singers, sculptors, altered-art artists, and every other ‘ist you can name, all of us are in dire need of training.  There’s no shame in saying that; we lack knowledge. It’s what makes us  students.  The problem lies in how we are expected to go about obtaining the knowledge.

First, we are expected to pay between 100,000 and 500,000 dollars to get a piece of paper that says we are really good at receiving information and returning it to the one who gave it to us, ad nauseam.  Unfortunately, that’s what 90% of colleges do today. They don’t teach critical thinking, and they bind up those who have a genuine desire to impart knowledge (the good professors) with so many standards and rules that they can’t really spend the time on things like critical thinking and interpretation. We are also going to be studying a good many things that really have no practical day-to-day use in our chosen field. The Botanical/Anthropology class that I took was fascinating, but there’s really nothing that I learned from it that I use today. It was an eight-week class which cost three thousand dollars and all of my time (when I wasn’t working on the other three classes and their readings and assignments) which I could have used learning about writing and my craft and not why people settle where they do and what political implications come from dividing up land and resources.  Did I glean anything about writing from that class? Not really. I’m not a world-builder and even if I were, there wasn’t a whole lot to pull from other than a rough idea of why people develop certain kinds of cultures.

This is a waste. It’s a waste of my time, my money, and my talent. It’s also a waste of the professor’s time, money, and talent.  Why teach if the information is not going to be used? College is not set up in a way that’s practical for me, because it’s not (for the most part) set up for artists. If you want  to learn to teach, to edit, to work with the applied sciences then college is definitely necessary.  If you want to study history or sociology or  the sociology of art  then it is also needed. Any form of business or communications, or information services, then yes some form or type of college is something you need.

If you want to learn to sculpt, paint, draw, work in textile mediums, or write, it really isn’t.

Oh I can hear the screams. Shh. I’m not done yet.

Think about this with me: when is it that an art student actually learns what they will use the rest of their life? In the  higher  numbered classes where they are usually working on independent projects under the watchful eye of an art professor.

When is it that the writing student actually learns what they will use the rest of their life? In the higher  numbered classes where they are usually working on a short story or novella under the watchful eye of their professor with their grade dependent on acceptance and publication of their work.

Here’s the kicker, those higher level courses? The ones where artists are actually working in their chosen field, where writers are actually, writing? That’s what an apprenticeship would look like. Students actually engaging in the craft under the watchful eye of the master.

An  apprentice  in the old world way of teaching,  would   learn  things specific to their chosen vocation.  That’s what a brick maker learned, and a barrel maker, and a shoe maker.  They lived with their teacher, bought training by working for them without pay (today this is called an internship), and then graduated to Journeyman and finally Master of their  craft.

I want to return to this way of teaching! This makes sense, college for writers does not.

A writer’s apprenticeship today might look something like this:

They agree to work for the author who takes them for three years without pay. They handle the viral marketing of their author’s books or work (facebook, twitter, emails, blog visits, and the mechanics of all of those though the author provides the content) as well as contacting stores for book signings,  author reading events, and other miscellaneous promotions (like running to the post office to mail out winner’s books etc).  They function basically, as an assistant to the author and are unpaid for three years. The day-to-day grunt work taken away from the author (and their spouse or kids) would free  them up to write.

However, not all the time would be used to further their own career.  Part of that time would be paid to the apprentice in the form of teaching. 
The author would be expected to teach their apprentice writer the tricks of the trade; how to write a query letter, how to work with an agent, how to write a proposal, how to polish their work,  how to work with an editor, and  how to give and how to take critique.  The apprentice would also be learning more about viral marketing by doing it and absorbing better story telling by watching how their author. A lot can be learned by simple observation.

After the three-year period, the writer (hopefully published by now) might agree to stay on for an additional year as a Journeyman to the author who has taken on another writing apprentice. Now the Journeyman writer is still doing some, but not all the marketing( the apprentice has taken over quite a bit of it), and working on their own work as well. The Journeyman can teach the apprentice some of the basic things that they learned from the author, allowing the author to have more time to write. After a year  The Journeyman writer leaves,  a published author in their own right.  After several years on their own, when they feel that they have enough work to justify having a writing apprentice, they taken one.

And the cycle  would continue.

This is what I want. Sadly, it’s not available. The  best I can do is to teach myself (always risky), listen to others who have made it into the realm of authorship (also risky), and read every last book that a well-established author has published. In this way I can glean from their work the skills I need to follow where they have gone.

I’m starting to do that with a note-book I’m keeping for my reviews. So far I’ve learned from:

Kerry Nietz
Debbie Vigiue
Davis Bunn
Loraine McCourtney
Marissa Meyer
Timothy Zahn

What about you, scribes? How are you learning your craft? Tips? Tricks? Secrets? Don’t hoard them, share them!

What I heard

Posted: July 2, 2012 in Musings
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I’m one of those that really enjoy thunderstorms. But Fridays’ storm was not one to savor. The lightning came so quickly that it resembled more of a strobe light than a storm. I had to close my eyes several times because of the frequency of the bursts.  I was up in my bedroom, watching through the window when my alarm clock switched off and then back on again. On the other side of the hall way I heard “Press review for set up instructions.” Which meant that the phone in my office had lost power and regained it, resetting the guide. The fan over head stopped humming, the blades sliding through the hot air with less force than before, and then they kicked up their whirl wind again. “Oh no” I groaned. Sure enough several minutes later “Press review for set up instructions” sounded again and the fan overhead hiccuped. I got up and turned it off as the lightning flashes made my room resemble a scene from Saturday Night Fever.  Then with a cessation of sounds, power ceased to flow through my home. Within minutes, the heat coiled like an anaconda around me, squeezing out sweat.  Even in the dark, even without electronics running,  it was hot.

In between peals of thunder my head dipped close, closer, closest to the pillow and I slept. Fading  into dreams,  I hoped against hope to wake to the power being back on.

In the morning, I woke to hot, still air in the room. But also to the bright piping of a bird singing loud and sweet in the stillness.  I heard a cicada start chattering. I heard the giggle of children and the louder, rowdier  laughing of teens.  Someone opened and closed a car door down the street. Two people walking by the curb murmured liquid sounding words in an Asian tongue. Crows took up the descant to the bird’s melody. The wind groaned around the side of the house, and sighed in the leaves that made light and shadow chase each other over my room.

The power didn’t come on until Sunday morning @ 2:00AM and I learned a lot more about myself in the heat and the misery of the weekend, but one of the bright things I learned is that turning off electronics helps me to tune in, Yahweh’s creation.

For those of you in the North East, or anyone who has gone through a long power outage, what discoveries did you make?