Still the words don’t come. I wait. I fret. I displace. I bemoan my unproductive creativily stultified lot.
This weekend whilst the BF decided to go to Brussels (who actually decides to go there, isn’t it that you have to go there, for European Union type things?) Actually to be fair, I think there was some kind of King Leopold exploration going on, Heart of Darkness and all that. Anyway, I digress.
200 words. The whole weekend and just 200 words. Not even very good ones, just ambling rambling words. A few scribbled notes (a brief ‘ah-ha’ moment of comprehension) where perhaps the Book one/Book two devise might help with the structure, was the shining light in a weekend of gloom.
So the decision is made, I have joined a writing workshop. If the Blog – the original premise of a devise to help me write on a regualr basis – isn’t working then perhaps a writing workshop will. Group pressure terror is an excellent motivation: to up your game, your standards and your productivity.
City Lit have some excellent courses that come highly recommended.
http://tinyurl.com/ybbnwyt
