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Showing posts from July, 2014

A Mini Adventure

Here's the tale of how three writers from far flung parts of the world came to meet on a beautifully warm and sunny day in the vibrant city of Cambridge. They met originally in the virtual world as a result of an online writing community called 'My 500 words'. Online, they'd shared, encouraged, challenged and enjoyed each other's virtual company and so intrigued and curious, they decided to take a risk and make it real. And that's how two women from California - one from the North and one from the South (no wicked witch references intended here of course!) and one from a small market town in Cheshire came to have a mini adventure.

They ate and drank at Bill's in a quaint quiet street away from the main crowds and they talked writerly stuff and about life and shared their stories - the stories that had shaped them and made them the writers and people they are today. They talked and talked and shared their wisdom and their truth over flatbreads and mochas and…

Loss and a tiny rowing boat

Today was a glorious sunshine day - one of the hottest days of the year so far. It was a joy to be out enjoying blue skies and the warmth of the sun on my shoulders. I felt carefree and light. Today was an easy to be part of kind of day. As I walked in town, I passed a group of people huddled together. It was as if they were seeking warmth from the closeness of each other. And actually they were. Their black outfits gave away their purpose and a young woman elegantly dressed was holding on tightly to a bunch of beautiful deep red roses. Beyond them I saw the hearse and besides the coffin inside, the words Nana inscribed in white flowers. My own lightness faded for a moment. I was sad. Today these people, complete strangers to me, would feel the weight of sadness that comes from losing someone close to you. Tonight, a daughter will be missing her mum and a grandchild her precious Nana as well as anyone else connected to Nana.

But why should I feel sad. I have no connection to these peo…

Why I'm not telling anyone I'm writing a novel

I remember very clearly signing up to Nanowrimo for the first time. I was excited, eager and had absolutely no idea what I was going to write. But I'd committed to the process - so I had to get my act together and start writing and that's exactly what I did. 30 days later, I had just over 56,000 words on screen, I got the certificate, wore the t-shirt and boy was I proud of myself!

The other thing I did was tell everyone I knew that I was writing a book. I broadcast it to friends near and far, to family and of course posted about it on Facebook too. Soon everyone was excited on my behalf. I was buzzing from the attention of it all. This was new and suddenly I was interesting. People had something they could always talk to me about - my novel. How was it progressing? What's it about? When would it be finished? Self-publish or try and get an agent? There were so many questions and it spurred me on, gave me encouragement and all was generally good while I was still writing.