Remember when you were seven and someone asked what you wanted to be when you grew up? You probably said astronaut, or dragon trainer, or Lego designer. You believed it completely. The world felt wide open, bursting with stories only you could tell.
But now, somewhere between grocery bills and mortgage payments, that confidence got quieter. Adult life became a series of activities – the commute, work, dinner, Netflix. You started believing the voice that whispers, ‘Who am I to think I could write? Real writers are different. Special. Not people like me.’
That voice is telling fibs.
The child who saw magic everywhere is still there, just buried under years of ‘be realistic’ and ‘that’s not practical’. But what if you could find those stories again?
What if, instead of scrolling through other people’s stories, you finally started writing your own? Not someday. Today. A gentle rebellion from the comfort of your couch.
Just you, a notebook, and permission to believe again.
You’ll rediscover your voice – not the careful, professional one, but the real one. The one that notices things others miss. That takes a random Wednesday morning and turns it into something worth reading.
You’ll work one-on-one with a multi-award-winning author, someone who sees the storyteller in you before you do. Someone who’ll gently coax those half-formed ideas into manuscripts that captivate readers and audiences. Who’ll help you remember that your stories matter.
For 20 years, our creative writing courses have helped people step out of those grey boxes and back into possibility. They might help you, too.
At the very least, you’ll remember what it feels like to create something that’s entirely yours. To believe in your own ideas again.
Write that screenplay. That novel. That short story that’s been rattling around your head.
Your seven-year-old self is cheering you on.
