I am very excited to have been selected to be one of the Hysteria Writing Competition judges. I will be judging the short story category and cannot wait to get all those juicy manuscripts sent my way. Here’s a bit more about me.
I know a really good writer.
I like her work so much that I have given her no choice but to team up with me and become a writing duo. We met on the Open University Advanced Creative Writing course and I fell in love with her rather twisted view of the world. Together we are going to use our little patch of cyberspace to post flash fiction and poetry while we continue on our writing journey, getting better with every sentence.
Some of the material may be a duplication of what I also post on here, but there are times when a little added anonymity is just what the doctor ordered so that you can be slightly freer to write about that time you did that thing that no one talks about anymore but that is just too deliciously twisted not to turn into a story.
To follow us just head over to www.ramsayrosewriters.wordpress.com
Feedback and comments on our work is most welcome, and we are also interested in showcasing other writers so do get in touch with the contact us page if you would like us to consider your work. There will be a different theme each month to help give a little direction to those gorgeous stories of yours, just waiting to be told.
I only get 30 minutes break in the working day where I can indulge in some creative writing, taking a break from the Technical documents that I am paid to produce. As soon as the clock starts on my break I grab my pen and pad and get to work, writing anything and everything that comes into my mind. When I first started to study Creative Writing I could no sooner freewrite on demand as I could stay at my desk through lunch, but it’s been very true that if you do it every day then you get better at it. If only that were the case with my job, but that’s another post altogether. And now I take just a few seconds before something comes out and I am well practiced at not self-editing, or stopping to think too much about whether any of it makes any sense. I just get my Virginia Woolf head on and keep producing a load of dust that I can sift through later when looking for a gem to polish up.
Today has been really sunny. I have been at my desk swiveling round on my chair every half an hour to look at the window, counting down the time until I could go outside and write. I have a big deadline for this weekend and need to be writing every minute that I have spare. But when the time came to get going I just put the pen down. I am exhausted. I have been writing so much at speed in work that I just can’t do it today to order. Not even when those orders are my own. If someone else had told me all this I would have said fine, just write about that then, write slowly, write in the tone of someone who feels like they are walking through quicksand (although I would have tried to avoid that cliche), and I would have said the end product will be a good account of a character who is shattered. But I was beyond self-discipline today.
Today I had more progress with my writing by not putting pen to paper on my lunch break than I would have had I scribbled away. I think.
I have been telling the folks in my little writing group all about freewriting recently, and how you need to push through the writer’s blocks and just keep writing regardless, writing out the silence and writing out the repeated words if they are stuck in your head until you move on to another one. However, today, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead I just stared ahead into the sun and let all the words dart about wanting to get out but not being allowed to. In the end I think what happened is that they all settled their arguments with each other and found a place to go and sit still for a minute, sulking that they couldn’t come out. Then, when I got back in from my break I was ready to write in a slightly more logical way than I would have done. I’m normally quite the fan of the garbled mess that freewriting produces, and would never normally try to reign in the rearing sentences, but today I was just too tired to open the flood gates. Some emotionally draining stuff has been happening around me for a while now and I was just too tired to let it all spill out and found it easier to just keep the moat up and sit with my back against all the thoughts, and then, once a bit refreshed, let them come out one at a time.
This goes against everything I have been encouraging people to do in my little group but it worked today and I may just try it again. I think the only way I will allow myself to indulge in this absence of writing on my lunch break is if I make sure that I still write later as well.
I read a tip for writing once which said that you should always stop before you want to, so that you always want to get back to it. Perhaps I’ve just taken it a step further and not let myself start when I wanted to.