Your skin hums, your heart fizzes, your head sings, your fingers feel like as though there is a wire-like connection to language. Yes, the writing has arrived, the story is flowing after a period of blankness, stuckness, whatever you like to call it as a writer.
That's where I am with a story at the moment. Which is good as I have a self-imposed deadline for an upcoming competition. Which one? Ah that would be telling wouldn't it! I'm feeling very competitive about this one so no clues. I'll let you know when I win (or not).
Colleges here in England are suffering substantial cuts so no creative writing teaching has come my way recently. Even invigilations have partly dried up. So I can't use that as an excuse to put off writing. Organising house extensions to be built however have distracted me. That and a fight over a new faulty computer (that lasted months) have distracted me from writing and from producing this blog.
Ilkley Literature Festival has come (hooray) and gone (boo). A writing workshop that I enjoyed was run by Tessa Hadley and prompted me to read some of her short stories – which I love! So will look for more now - and her novels.
