Friday 18 June 2010

Ooohhhh - eeerrrrr and what a cock up!

So where have I been for the past few months? What have I been doing? And more importantly why haven't I been blogging.


She hangs her head in shame.


Okay I can say life has had a nasty habit of getting very much in the way recently with one thing and another plus a few nasty surprises just to keep me on my toes. Which it has. I'll stick to that but in a small way I have still been writing. Now that has shocked you hasn't it?


Yep, here in my sleepy little village we've started our very own 'Parish Post.' It's little more than a newsletter actually but it's great fun. It has given me the opportunity to go and have a chat with and write about some amazing people. People who have lived in the valley either all or most of their lives. I've probably the met the oldest Parish Council Chairman in the country. I've met a guy who still takes part in plowing competitions at the age of 91 and who has no intention of giving up. I've had coffee and a lovely chat with a singer/songwriter who works with women to encourage them and to enable them to build up their confidence. She also donates half her earning to a charity in South America who help support street children.


I've been to a cream tea and craft fair with views to die for and of course I've still been doing my bit at Wrekin Writers. But my creative side has been rather stiffled that was until today. Tonight we had Ludlow Writers. It was sad really we normally meet in the library but when we got there, the doors were firmly locked against us, we were homeless, we had nowhere to go. But did that deter us, did it heck. We sort of hijacked an outside table at a local Tapas bar, ordered tea, coffee and red wine for me and had our meeting there. Best of all though, they couldn't throw us out because we hadn't actually gone in.

The homework tonight. Well that's where the cock up comes in. I had my homework on the table while we were chatting when Simon reached over and pulled the top copy a little then burst out laughing. 'Did you mishear the homework?' he asked.

Immediately this drew the attention of the others.

It was sticky buns, not sweaty buns' he said. Well that was it I had to read it out. Fortunately, to me anyway, sweaty buns and football went together like.... well sweaty buns and football and the others had a damn good laugh, so the cock up was worth. It did get me thinking though. If I can write about sweaty buns, then I can write about anything.

Then when I got home I actually sat down at my computer and wrote a complete short story. 1100 words from a topic of conversation we had at the meeting tonight. (Bless you Ann). It's written, read through, printed off and sitting on my desk for the first edit.

Now I'm all creativitied out. If that's not a word then it should be but I'm happy, in fact I'm on a high - trouble is, got to try and sleep now. So, I'll love you and leave you and start again tomorrow.

Gosh what am I going to do with Wrekin Writers on Saturday - ah well I was hoping for sweet dreams.