I’m inspired, how could you not be. Thank you to the team who organised the Rockingham Writers Convention, I learnt so much, became a tad anxious and then motivated, bit like a box of liquorice all-sorts, my favourite.
Those I listened to
Roseanne Dingli an absolute delight to see and hear, her energy and passion for her craft, so much wisdom and experience shared. Listening to Roseanne’s take on writers, write the way it works for you she says, describing how creative minds are untidy. How your work, your words represents a perfect picture for your readers, not the laundry piled up on a chair. Good point Roseanne, I wouldn’t want to read that either. Roseanne is passionate about research as I am, she says that you may only use the smallest part of your research but it is important. I couldn’t agree more as you have a better understanding of what it was, is, felt like, looked like, in that scene in your head before you put pen to paper.
Claire Boston, another passionate author willing to share her journey. Claire has two series of books, aside from writing her other passions are her husband and her dog. I chuckle as I wonder in at what order. I learnt from Claire a number of things; more importantly that mistakes are okay they help you grow with each piece of work you produce. Claire is so right and that is exactly what I tell my students, though I didn’t think it was allowed in novels, maybe it is if your work is powerful enough.
Michelle Michau-Crawford, a fabulous writer, lecturer, and a teacher of writing, wish I’d picked her brains more afterwards. Michelle took us through a series of writing exercises of writing from imaginations and images and expanding those thoughts and words. I’d be keen to sit in on her classes.
More sessions followed, and opportunities to pitch your manuscript. A friend asked me why on earth I hadn’t pitched mine, I said it wasn’t finished, It doesn’t have to be she said. OH. I said, well there’s always next year isn’t there?
I missed my friend Glennys Marsden, all round brilliant person, a published author, whose other specialty is marketing, personal branding and media management. But that’s okay, as I have the pleasure of coffees, lunches and chats and can have her all to myself. Glennys has several books and has recently plunged into romance and has a story coming out next year, she’s a dark horse that one.
My mind is awash with ideas and uncertainties, bit like an uneven frantic washing machine, you know the ones that gallop across the laundry floor trying to escape. I am nearing the end of my three months
jail sentence focus on a Graduate Certificate in OHS. I figured three months out of my life to finish this qualification wasn’t too much to ask, was it? That is providing I pass, seriously if I don’t I’ll sulk for a year. I can now pretend to be a writer again, maybe enrol in some serious learning. I have nineteen thousand words so far, my girl Ruby sits on my shoulder, stabbing me everyday, I swear I can feel little pinpricks. She’s bloody hard work somedays. I find myself thinking, what would Ruby do and analysing her answer? Insane I know as she’s not real.
My friends think going to Uni to learn writing is a good move, but I met a woman at the convention that said, oh no you don’t need to do that. I’m published and I didn’t attend Uni you just have to write. Now I do declare that she is self published, and is now working in partnership on another novel. The short time I spent having lunch with this woman, I wasn’t prepared and am thinking of all the questions I should have asked. I have come to the conclusion that what works for some may not work for others.