Not very soon as it turns out. Been writing lots though. Poems, short stories, pieces for competitions. Stuff I can’t post as yet.
This is Joseph Little’s latest musical project. It’s/he’s definitely got something. I look forward to hearing more.
So… this week has been busy, varied and in many ways a lot of fun. I managed to do two full days at work in a row… OMG! And we finally got Ma home on Tuesday evening. She was so happy and enjoyed her first glass of wine in over three weeks. She told me that she was very pleased with the accommodation and it was a lot like her old bungalow… in quite a nice area. Meanwhile Pa is muttering in the background- it IS your bungalow, which she chose to ignore. She then told me she thought they’d be staying for the night and maybe tomorrow, Pa muttering again… ‘You live here!’ She said she was very tired as she’d come home on a truck which was very bumpy. I told her it was an ambulance. She narrowed her eyes…’Well… it didn’t look like one to me. AND- I was wearing my pyjamas and I still have no shoes…’ Yes. Next weeks job I think. Any way- she’s home and that’s really all that matters. The rest we’ll play by ear. Take each day as it comes. The cliche’s abound… but they are true.
On Monday I attended the first class of my new course with Polly Tuckett. Fantastic. Great to see the old crowd and lovely that Jayne has joined us. Paul didn’t make it but we have since found out that he decided to take part in the first session by way of a correspondence course ;) This weeks reading was a story by Henry James called ‘The Real Thing.’ I really enjoyed it. I’ve not read anything by him before and now want to. Have ordered ‘Portrait of a Lady.’ Excellent discussion all about the ‘gaze’. We were asked whether we see our stories in a very visual way before we start writing and how often do we respond to the visual as inspiration. It’s fascinating to hear how different people are and how we all have such diverse ways. I explained that I often see my stories unfolding like films. I can see the minutae of people, of their lives and of their surroundings. It’s therefore very easy for me to describe them in great detail- I actually get to know them and they live, flesh and bones in my brain. It’s probably why I sometimes put in too much information. Sometimes less is more. A good lesson to learn for a verbose writer like me.
Tuesday was week 2 of novel writing. We covered description first. Did some interesting exercises, all about zooming in to a tiny detail which is what magically takes the reader inside the space. We then talked about plot and narrative arc and Rod explained how some writers work, and how he worked on three of his novels- all very differently. Just to show there really are no rules but it’s good to know of different methods should one need help at any point. To keep a whole novel with all it’s subplots, characters, twists and turns in one’s head for the entire duration of writing, is an amazing feat when you think about it. The power of the human brain is vast. We workshopped two manuscripts. Really interesting.
Leicester Writers club was good this week. I took the chair and think I did OK. It was a really nice evening. Terri Bradshaw read out a chapter of her novel. I love her writing and I feel real excitement over her story. She has no need to get so nervous. Dave Martin is back after his operation and I realised how much I had missed his comments. He is very astute. He also read a chapter of his novel. Well, actually, Chris de Lacey read for him as he’s still not up to speaking for too long. But it was good to hear, excellent. I’m looking forward to our workshop day on the first Saturday in June. It will be really good, I know. They’re a great bunch of people. I feel so lucky to be a member of the club.
I’ve booked my tickets to Sweden for next weekend. Looking forward to it very much, the three sisters and Robert and Krister of course. And Lily and Fred. And the tattoo!!! All so exciting and scary in equal measure.
Had a lovely, very long chat with Lee, one of my writing friends I met in Spain. I’m off to Paris to see him too soon. Can’t wait.
And today had a rather weird skype video call with Isaac. There was JC sitting beside him, a view of their boat, Louise chuntering away in the background, their dog roaming around. It was all slightly disconcerting somehow. Hey ho, modern families, modern technology. 3,000 miles apart but chatting like we live next door to each other. Crazy times.
Had a lovely walk this afternoon with the dogs, the kids, the sunshine, the warm westerly wind and a thousand nettle stings.
I miss my man. It’s been way too long. It will be 12 sleeps. Anything over a week and I find it hard- I must have an internal timer I think, programmed to be fairly chilled up until about six days and then the jitters creep in. I get all in a mither, restless, frustrated, disgruntled, maudlin. I hate waiting. He say’s ‘It’ll be worth it…’ but it would be worth it if I only had to wait a weekend, a day, one hour. It’s no argument. Not when you know it’s so good and it’s only going to get better. Still… only four sleeps now. I can cope… just.