Hello, I attended the best workshop I have been to in some time last Saturday, given by Natasha Lester and Lisa Chaplin. At last, a workshop that made sense, that spoke volumes to me, I didn’t feel inadequate, or, left feeling like a fraud. I do know they would love to share this workshop with emerging, potential and existing writers, let them know on their respective sites if you’re interested. I would happily part with my money to attend again.
This workshop led me to re-prioritise my love of writing
hobbies. I have inside me like most people, stories, to be told, that spin around and around in my head, won’t let me sleep, I unconsciously clench my teeth; have a stiff, neck, back, and shoulders, every day, my jaw bloody well aches to. A mind that wanders all over the shop, lacking direction and focus, usually when I’m driving, showering or reading a book. That’s really annoying as then I have to reread a page or two, else I have no idea what just happened.
I confess I’m not the brightest cookie in the jar; I have attended Uni and completed two units of a three-unit Graduate Certificate in OHS. I passed! Still stunned as to how. Pondering, do I complete or not, will cost another $3000, a spending of $9000 in total. Or, follow something that I really want to do. I’m guessing that I won’t be using that degree anywhere soon. I just wanted to know that I could do it; I also have a shitty attention span, which isn’t helping (sharing is caring).
These prompts I have been writing. I’m bored, as probably are you, on the plus side I got to number 11, that’s nearly three months. I might pick them up again, probably, I just don’t know.
A confession, I am English illiterate, oh, to attend grammar school, I did book and pay for a course but couldn’t bring myself to go. A blogger, clever cookie, grammar queen, Emily Hawker, who posts pictures, photos, what’s wrong with this picture, I get most of them, the ones I don’t, I wait for someone to comment so I can see what’s wrong.
I am descriptive rich but grammar poor
Writing is a complex job; yes it’s a job, that is if you want to write well. I write for many reasons, other than to prove that I can write. I am focusing on subject, verb, object at the moment, I had to look up what that meant. I have been picked up several times at a critiquing group for getting it wrong. I struggled with past tense to, another story for another time. I need to be told several times before it sinks in. I have had offers of books that explain grammar, but that won’t cut it, I don’t learn that way. As a trainer I get the stumbling blocks, and why we miscreants act the way we do. Maybe I am not as bad as I think, we are always harder on ourselves aren’t we?
Time and time and more time is needed. Stealing time to write (prioritising), especially when you work as well, having a space, a creative environment, talent and passion. Of which I have some. I have great friends Maureen Eppen and Monique Mulligan who introduced me to ‘A Writers Book Of Days’, daily prompts, that I don’t do every day, but at least three or four days a week. These prompts encourage free writing.
These take time, as does my blog, my paid job (work) and my social media (procrastination). I don’t have a Face Book page specific to my blog, to be able to reply with respect I need time to think, should someone be kind enough to talk to me, they deserve a decent response. Of course there is all the other shite you manage to navigate to get you through the day.
So predicament, what to erase from my world without compromise? I will still blog, connects me to my community and friends, I am loathe to give that up. I will continue to write, to tell stories if for no other reason than I need to empty my head.
Instead of dribs and drabs, I may put myself out there and blog some of my daily writing prompts. Of course that means then that I wont be able to publish them anywhere else. I see no issue there, as I am writing for the pleasure of writing. I will also focus on Ruby’s story, ‘Ruby, Killing Them Softly'(maybe a title maybe not).
I’m trying to be betterer (yes, I know that’s not a word), learn a new craft that I connect with. Life is but short, like a box of unwrapped chocolates, you never know what you are going to get.