Our writing workshop started up again yesterday with Wendy Hughes in fine fettle, giving us information on how to research for our writing – something I have never yet done!
When you write building on your own experience it doesn’t seem necessary to do research but others in the group write about times and places they know little about and wish to check their facts. I suppose, now I am writing short stories, not a novel, I may need to check on things from time to time.
Our homework was to do some research so I’m going to be forced into it. Two tales are entered for competitions this week. I don’t know when I’ll hear but it is keeping me writing.I keep checking on the new website. When I have 100 hits I’ll be happy. Until then I am beginning to find folk on twitter #jacyround.I keep forgetting to add #amwriting or#selfpub so it’s a wonder anyone finds me!
I don’t know how long it will last but I am going to try to be better organised from now on. I have been sending off short stories to magazines and not recording when I posted them and and where they went to.
It is the curse of the computer, that if you read an email you feel the communication is complete and sent emails mount up if you don’t delete them.
How much do you print off? I try to save instructions about where and when to go for my talks, but little else. I do print the minutes of the Friendship Centre, but not copies of the articles I send to the newspapers.
September always feels like the start of something new, to me. That comes of being a schoolteacher, I suppose.I need a new focus, if I am not to start another novel.
A special day, today, as we got married 50 years ago and we are still together – through thick and thin! We are going down town to get some new rings as our fingers are too fat for the originals ( like the rest of us!) I’m also getting some new spectacles and we are out for dinner tonight.
I finished the story for the competition and it is ready to post. I am building up readers for my new website http://www.juliecround.co.uk. Comments welcome but don’t be too hard on me, I’m still learning!
Well, I finished the story for the competition and reread the instructions. It had to be under 1500 words and I had 1900. Usually I have to pad out stories. This time I had to cut, cut, cut. First I weeded out any unnecessary description, then I had a go at anything repetitive and finally I had to chop some of the action. It should be obvious who is speaking in a conversation without all the ‘he saids.’
After three tries I had managed to reduce the text. Now I have to do the cover page and send it off. Most stories in the magazine have a few lines about the writers. That should be fun to do – not a full CV, just a taster!
What a day! This morning we went to the opticians so that I could have an eye test and I chose a new pair of glasses that make me look more studious than I really am.
Then, this afternoon I went to see the doctor about my breathing and my infected ear and ended up with antibiotics.
Then I tried to get hold of my website people and they said it would be fixed in a few hours. We’ll wait and see! People checking my new one are getting my old one which is pretty good so I don’t really care.I’ll keep them both going and see which one gets the most traffic.Once that’s done perhaps I’ll be able to concentrate on writing again.
The clerk and the dairymaid went to live in a terrace in grim Southall town
They had little money, but lived with his Mummy, two girls and a terrier, brown.
The garden was long, with a small wooden shed and a lilac tree I liked to climb
A thin, scruffy lawn and a vegetable patch and a top bunk I wanted as mine.
My sister was younger and timid, back then. I told her such stories for fun
About pirates and dragons and things that go bump in the night, although there were none.
The tales Father read were of Winnie the Pooh, Just So Stories, poems and more
Like The Tree that Sat Down and The Stream that Stood Still -with magic and witches galore.
Our Junior School was in Beaconsfield Road with the gasometer for a view
And a playground for girls and another for boys, something that, now, wouldn’t do!
And yet all that dreaming, the stories and games, the dressing up we did for fun
Left me a legacy I wouldn’t change – made the child the adult I’ve become.
One short story and one poem written this week. That’s enough in this heat. I eventually managed to get the photo of the convululus from my phone to the laptop, via my email.
I don’t know if that is the only way to do it, but it worked. Sorry they aren’t in the same post. I have also been writing book reviews for Amazon and Goodreads.I may not be writing much but I am reading.