Wading through life a bit at the moment what with one thing and another. Your basic shit happens type stuff. So, not quite as prolific as I would like to be. However, a few things are keeping me going.
I’ve been doing an online course: Writing for Children with Creative Writing Ink. It’s led by Oisin McGann, children’s author. I’ve found it to be very clear and to the point. A lot of writing books and courses go into such depth about the craft of writing that I find myself in anxious over-analysis mode. I’m then thinking about writing rather than doing it and, as you know by now, I spend enough time avoiding writing as it is. The course covers writing for different age groups/reading levels, sets exercises and gives constructive feedback, as well as offering practical advice about the publishing process and marketing oneself.
Talking of marketing oneself (what a smooth link) it’s time to blow my own – I was going to say trumpet, but, a) it’s a cliché, and a workshop I recently attended with Writing Events Bath was all about avoiding the cliché, and, b) it sounds a bit arrogant. So, I’m going to go with blow my own kazoo – (or does that sound rude?)
Anyway – waffle be gone.
I won first prize in Writing Magazine’s Ghost Story Competition at the end of last year. It is to be published in the March issue.
Objective for next time: Write a whole post without any brackets.
Back at the end of last year a very short story of mine was highly commended in the Inktears Flash Fiction Competition. Along with the other winning entries, you can read it and give feedback here: http://www.inktears.com/
Mine is “The List” by Kathryn Clark
I said that to my friend once. It was a factual statement as I attended an exercise class each Monday and I parked in the car park on Friday Street. However, she laughed because it seemed to sum up my personality – being something of a Friday person and parking up on a Monday to wait until Friday came. She sees herself in the same way. In fact, we first fell into friendship when confessing, while walking back from dropping off small children at school, that beneath our coats we were both still wearing what we’d slept in, and not only that, she was on the way to the corner shop as she’d had no bread to make the packed lunches.
There are plenty of things out there in the world about all that slummy/yummy mummy stuff, and I so don’t want to get involved in all that. It bores the pyjamas off me. My point is we both view ourselves as the sort who muddle through the week until Friday finally comes, but actually we spend a huge percentage of our time being completely capable and organised, solving problems and getting things done – it’s just they all seem to be things for other people.
I’d already started writing this post earlier today and then, this evening, the IT Director said there’d been a “story” on the news saying that women spent a whole year of their lives shopping.
Had they also done research, I asked, on how much time women spend doing things for other people?
Procrastinating, you mean? he said.
Hmm – maybe it is a form of procrastination.