I can’t believe I haven’t visited since October. Perhaps I’m not a blogging person! Well I’m here now, and I’ve been writing and editing and doing a thousand other things in my absence. I visited the Emory Douglas exhibition at Urbis a couple of weeks ago, as part of a Commonword event. It was aContinue reading “It’s been a long time”
I went to a writing workshop yesterday, to observe essentially and support Commonword who had arranged the thing. It was with Bernadine Everisto and she was really good. There were lots of Shirley’s young Identity crew there and it was great to see them respond and write outside of what they would normally pen. WhatContinue reading “Workshops”
I dreamt a word last night. Or it could have been this morning because it was with me when I woke up. I didn’t just hear the word I saw it written down and not in a form that is in the dictionary, which could be seen as me leading the way in variations ofContinue reading “Dreaming Words”
I’m writing, it’s happening. Despite being ridiculously busy with four different projects at the moment I’m back on track with my novel and first thing every morning my 800 words are going on the page. Might seem like nothing, but to me it’s a bigggggg thing. So hopefully when work calms a little I’ll beContinue reading “Yes”
I have to write 800 words every morning on my novel so that I can finish the first draft by October. I’ve been a bit slack for the last couple of weeks and today I’ve only done 400. I don’t know why I’m so rubbish sometimes, but such is life. I’ll do better tomorrow!
I’m not writing enough. That’s something that you’ll be seeing a lot on here. I want to. I have the inspiration. I have the work space. I have the time. So what the hell’s going on? Probably the fact that I have 3 jobs I’m trying to juggle at the moment, plus freelance stuff thatContinue reading “Inspiration vs Dedication”
I started a short story last Friday, I had an idea floating around and wanted to see how it would work out on the page. I wrote the first four pages longhand sat on a bench in Dunham Massey. I was pecked at by many flesh eating flies and one actually drew blood on theContinue reading “Writing”