It feels really weird not being in Onegin-land for a day. I actually go to work, and talk about something other than music, very strange!
And despite not getting to bed until 1am and being awake again at 5, I decide I do have the energy for writing group.
I have a completed story about Cretan bull dancers that I want to try out on them, and although it is too long to read the whole piece, I read about half, and an animated discussion follows about young narrators, contrasts and heat, which is extremely useful.
B reads the first page or so of his new novel which is very entertaining, and we talk a little about sequels (which this is) and exposition of the crucial plot detail from the previous book, for those who have not read it, and how difficult it is to get right. I don’t think we reach a conclusion.
A reads a chapter from her ongoing work, a riveting novel of self deception and angst which is both gripping and laugh out loud funny. She says how much we helped by suggesting she decide who exactly a musterious character was, and how it freed her up to get on with the plot.
We talk about our awareness of the group as potential audience when we are writing, and I admit to enjoying writing things I think they won’t like.
R is deep into a massive re-write of her adolescent novel (67%) and feeling a little worn by the process.
We discuss the fact the A is now retired, B redundant, and D redundant from tomorrow, and how all this time to write is suddenly available. I try very hard not to look expectant in an ‘ I expect at least a chapter by next time’ way. I think that makes it that under half of our group are still in full time work now. Are we a typical demographic?
J hasn’t made it to the group tonight because she is manically churning ingredients for her pop-up icecream parlour at Broca Foods on Saturday. We decide that our writing exercise will have an icecream theme in her honour, but make it difficult for ourselves by imposing a 100 word limit, and we produce, memoirs, love stories, and humour.
R texts J to let her know, and she stops churning long enough to respond that she is delighted. We talk about emailing them to her to print off and use as wrappers, but I don’t know that she has the time for that!
Copyright Cherry Potts 2011