I went to a writing workshop in Shaftesbury a few weeks back. We did a lot of freeflow stuff, which is when my writing is at its best. I have a fear about poetry. I don’t understand it at all. But we had to write a poem based on the theme of spring. The leader of the workshop really liked my poem. I’m unable to judge it, since I don’t understand poetry. I think I’d like to edit it and give it a better structure.
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(I've taken the poem down for now because I want to work on it and send it out someplace)
It’s all hectic around here at the moment. The garden and allotment are very demanding of my time. My writing is taking a holiday on the moon.
It's raining, so perhaps I might have some time to sit at the computer and tap out some words?
I entered the Terry Pratchett first novel prize ages ago. I didn’t win it. They haven’t announced who’s been short listed yet, though they should have done yesterday. I didn’t expect to win; my novel didn’t quite match the criteria for a start. It was well worth doing. I got a 126000 word novel written in four months. Since I submitted it I’ve been editing and doing some retrospective research, checking that what I’ve written is accurate, or at least knowing it’s inaccurate. There’s still a lot of work to be done, but this novel is probably the nearest to being in a decent enough shape to consider sending somewhere.
Aside from novel research and edits I’ve been writing a short story featuring longboarding. The spark point for this story is with this blog post
wherein a longboard dancer pulls slick moves to the beat of an inferior version of Prodigy’s Omen (love that song!)
More on that later.
