As part of London Writers Week, the profits from which are going to help victims of the Grenfell Tower fire, I and other students on the MA Dramatic Writing course at Central St Martins were asked to write a rapid response, either to the fire or to other recent events in London. I wrote this.… Continue reading A Writer’s Response to Grenfell
Last October I began studying for an MA in Dramatic Writing at Central St Martin’s in London. Today was our first day back after the holidays, and there was a tube strike. Some of our cohort gave themselves a day off, and I have to say it was tempting. I had plenty of excuses: I… Continue reading Beckett, Bop It and why the Tube Strike helped me as a writer
And breathe. So. Yesterday I had an interview. For a job I really want. Teaching English, in a really lovely school with lovely kids and lovely staff and a really lovely head who didn’t just laugh me out of the room as has happened to me oh so many times before because of my utterly shambolic… Continue reading Can’t even….
… and still nothing but a seething mass of words. Actually a lot of them aren’t even seething, they’re just lying about, lumpen and inert and pointless, and taking up all of my desk, all of the kitchen table, three whole notebooks and three more half ones. They are everywhere – I’ve even got them… Continue reading 7000 Permutations…
So, fashionably late, I’m just getting started with Blogging 101, a course which I hope will get me feeling comfortable about blogging, rather than wildly scrabbling for the space where I can type stuff and then randomly pressing things until it says published, only to find weeks (months) later that, bizarrely, no-one has read my… Continue reading Blogging 101/Er, what?
That’s what my New Year’s Resolution is. Not literally, obviously: I’m not really the hunting sort, and anyway as far as I know there aren’t any round here. But I was thinking, randomly, about Michael Rosen’s fabulous book ‘We’re Going on a Bear Hunt’. My kids loved it, and so did I, despite its odd… Continue reading Hunting Bears
I found an entry in my journal, just one word: ‘understanding’. I remembered writing it, after it occurred to me what the word meant: standing under something. And I thought about how this might help, to look at a problem, or a question, or a thought, from underneath. This was before I looked the word… Continue reading Assignment: Generate something new (max 350 words)