I’ve really enjoyed some creative writing workshops recently. One of the things which strikes me though is how slow I am compared to others. It can literally take me weeks to write a single short story. Given that my goal is something decidedly more long-form, this is a potential problem. Writing short (with the help …
Thanks to Amanda Tuke & Helen Jones for another brilliant workshop. This time the theme was looking at nature through frames – and it made me think of the time I was dive-bombed by jackdaws and crows while having a sneaky early morning coffee in “Chicken Centre”. The thumbnails are now anthologised and you can …
PHEASANT Not ice, just a crust of frost baked mud, rutted with the memory of rain. Warmth forgotten, beaten down by broken bracken, distant snap of dog frozen in the air. Helmeted green, duck sleek and red eyed, hop-strutting towards us. Wise guy this one; canny enough not to fly.
As part of my prize in the Urban Tree Festival, I have a chapbook published. While absolutely thrilled, this also gave me a bit of a headache as I had nothing anywhere near ready. However, after much angst and even more coffee, I’m pleased that the draft has now gone off to the publisher for …