These were (partial) notes from Margaret Atwood’s MasterClass, Lesson 2. They’ve been sitting in my drafts queue here on WordPress for far too long, so I’m moving them out into the world in case any of you can benefit from them. I am unaffiliated. You’re welcome 😉😘 😆. You might also like to see my notes from Lesson 1. And perhaps this strange thing I wrote as well, on wine and fairy godmothers. And this other strange thing, on Margaret Atwood and wasps. Yes I’m obsessed. With a lot of other things too. I’ll get through it somehow.
- Says she became a writer partly because she was a very early reader – they lived in the north woods and there were no other forms of entertainment other than books. No running water, no electricity. In the winter they’d go back to the city. Other children were afraid of getting lost in the woods, MA was afraid of flush toilets.
- Wrote her first novel at age seven. An illustrated story about an ant. She dryly says it wasn’t a great success. Then lost interest and wanted to be a painter.
- She is so funny on the next part. She talks about her job as a puppeteer.
- Started writing seriously again when she was 16. Wanted to go to journalism school. Was discouraged from that because she was told that if she were a female reporter she’d only be writing obituaries and fashion pieces. (This was in the 50’s.)
- Then she thought she’d run away to Paris, live in a garret, smoke cigarettes, drink absinthe, write masterpieces, die young.
- But first she’d go to English Language and Literature. Because she might conceivably end up as a teacher before jumping off the bridge.
- Then she—
Oh wait. I said I wouldn’t obsessively document these things. Ok, hit publish and get back to work. 😉
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