Today I’ve talked to: my writing buddy, Sally, over a couple of coffees and, ahem, for a couple of hours (but we have planned our writing activities for the first quarter of next year!) and I’ve also had phone conversations with the director of The Writers Bureau, a recruitment agency about a job interview and the editor of Best magazine.
It’s been quite a surreal day. And, no, I’m not going to tell you the content of those various conversations! All will be revealed…
If you’re thinking ahead to 2012 – as Sally and I were this morning – then you might want to consider joining a writing class or group from next year.
I’ll be running THREE groups for Solihull College from January – on Monday nights, Wednesday afternoons and Wednesday evenings, so if you live in or around North Warwickshire or Solihull, drop me a line on firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll let you have some more information.
And on the subject of writing classes, highly-regarded Birmingham publishers, Tindal Street Press, have just launched a new Creative Writing programme and details of their ‘Masterclasses’, starting in January, are here. (It doesn’t say how much they cost though!). I suspect it will be more than Solihull college will charge you for joining one of my groups, but I must say they do look very professional and they’ve got some great ‘guest writers’ lined up.
But don’t despair if none of this is relevant to you because there IS something on the Tindal St Press website which I can recommend to anyone who writes short stories – and wants to improve! (My hand’s just gone up). They’ve kindly attached 10 articles, by published writers, on different aspects of short story writing, which you can download. I’ve read all of them and they’re inspiring, so have a look here.
And finally, I know you’ve been wondering… my new fridge-freezer arrived today! I attach a picture of it, in all its naked glory, before I decorate it with loads of naff fridge magnets. It cannot be switched on for 8 hours, to let it ‘rest’ after its journey. The gases have to settle apparently. Bless. So, for now, all my food is still out on the patio. (And my mum is convinced I’m going to get rats…!)