Here’s a poem / piece of writing giving you an insight into what goes on in my mind at night….
The answer is 1667. If you’ve just completed National Novel Writing Month, otherwise known as NaNoWriMo, then you’ll know what I’m talking about. For those of you who don’t, the idea is that you write a 50,000 word novel in just the 30 days which make up the month of November. Many people around the world get involved and local events are organised where people get together and just write.
Well anyway, I decided to have a go this year and this is what happened….
This is a genuine post on our local Freecycle forum: “We have a very old kayak to get rid of. I don’t know anything about it except that it has a hole in it but still floats and that it is too small for my 6’3″ son to get into. It appears to be made of plastic. There is no paddle.”
It inspired us at Writers’ Group to write a poem! Here’s mine…
This is a mini story I wrote in half an hour at Writers’ group last week. We were given the topic: ‘You can’t trust March’ and it had to be written in dialogue.
‘Oh I wouldn’t do that if I were you.’
‘That – planting out those begonias.’
‘It’s far too soon.’
‘Too soon? It’s lovely and warm. I’m in a t-shirt.’
‘But you could have your coat on tomorrow. You can’t trust March.’
Our homework for writers’ group last week was to write a short story about neighbours from hell. The title of mine is: Smoking is bad for your health
‘Hi,’ I said shyly to the new neighbour.
‘Hi,’ she replied, and smiled.
This was the extent of our pleasantries for about a week, until somehow, we got chatting. I can’t remember what about now, but oh how I wish I had looked the other way; just got on with my life and never said anything to her. However, here were these new neighbours and they were about the same age as us and it’s so difficult making friends with other people our age; and they just seemed so nice! ….
Competition time again at our writers’ group. I don’t know the results yet, but I’ve got my fingers crossed for this one. I should’ve posted this on Halloween, but I forgot! We were challenged to write a short story with a ghost/supernatural theme. This was my go…
The little village of Pilton in Somerset has been home to many creative people, including authors such as Fay Weldon, John Le Carre and Guy Kennaway. Our writers’ group has been fortunate enough to have the company of Guy Kennaway recently; it’s so fascinating listening to a published author and having the opportunity to ask questions. A couple of weeks ago he gave us the line, “The first time I smelled that…” for our homework. We’d been talking about darker fiction involving children, which I think may have been the inspiration for me writing this…