Barny

It works for me! Okay, I stumbled over the ‘gorgeous’ writing (which I may have complicated by trying to combine it with ‘something I know nothing about’) but, hey, I can chip away at that as and when.
The journal is up-to-date and close to being a habit, so that’s good, and I’m looking forward to four months of unemployment to help me catch up…[Read more]

I think they are pretty much perfect in length. Enough time for me at this busy point in my life to get to them and do the reading and give it enough thought, but not too much to lose momentum. Very happy with it, thank you! x

Going to jump in now because time and access to internet are going to be in short supply over the next week.

I am happy with how it’s going. I have no wish for it to be any quicker than it is.

Ta all! The substance in question was, I believe, CBD oil; two gents were having a very animated discussion about setting up in business to supply it.

@Raine – I am a death-dreamer, too! I’ve been shot, drowned, stabbed – really weird to feel my life ebbing away in the dream.

I think the forced thing is definitely due to the fact that I try to…[Read more]

I shall get my reflections together in the next couple of days. My IRL writing group is reading at a local festival thing tomorrow night, and I seem to have lost my multitasking skills…

With regards to the next seminar, can we share thoughts on how it’s gone so far over the next few days.

If everyone is good with it, we can start the next…[Read more]

I adored this @KazG. Nothing else to say.

Love you all XXXX

Ha ha The smell of Immac. Never forgotten!

This is a bit of a cursory ‘reflections’ because I forgot to make notes of my thoughts as I read the chapters and did the exercises. Plus I’m away without the books so I can have a quick look to jog my memory.

The main thing I got out of Chapter One of the Burrows book was how useful a tool freewriting/freedrafting can be for all sorts of…[Read more]

Read your dialogue soon after a trip to Mull. Wish I had the memory to write down what I hear i passing. And your ‘I remember blue tiles and the smell of drains and old food.’ sums it up; as you say above, you only need a couple of telling details.

Ha! I love the breezy armpits!!
Personally, the smell of immac makes me gag!

Agreed, @Janeshuff and @hilary re the tiny details being evocative. I always struggle when someone is describing some room or building in perfect (perhaps even gorgeous!) detail. I’d rather just know one or two small, precise things that tell the story all on their own. So don’t tell me about every feature in some grand rococco drawing room, but…[Read more]

Interesting how eclectic your I Remembers are, compared to some of the others – is that because you didn’t set yourself a starting point, or because you naturally skip between thoughts? Although looking at them again, there’s a strong family theme. I love the linking of first date, hugging your dad on your wedding day, and finding the house. And…[Read more]

Can’t remember it all, now, and I couldn’t record, but overheard in the gym changing room (possibly TMI!):

My sister bought a laser machine and now she doesn’t have any at all. Anywhere.

How much was it?

It was a few years ago. Three or four hundred I think. She just zapped the hairs every time they grew back. What do you use?

Immac. Every…[Read more]

I love your gorgeousness!! And *stands up* I am Raine and I too am an overwriter! 😀
There are so many images you’ve got there that are stunning & the whole is profoundly evocative. I particularly like the ‘She needed another word for this sea, because sparkle or glitter or shimmer were not savage enough. They did not hurt.’ Because that is such…[Read more]

Thank-you for posting despite feeling rubbish. And seconding @kazg – I love your writing. x

Just catching up with some of these posts. I love the peas, Squidge!! Ah, conversations with small children are so much more fun from the outside!!

The dream descriptions held a nice sense of disconnect, I think, and interesting that trying to deliberately write gorgeous felt so forced. Is it a sense that searching for additional descriptions is…[Read more]

And this a long ago piece deliberately adopting a Neolithic voice:

Always an edge to beware, to be aware of.

First at Liddle had been slabs, as thick as three of her three-year fingers, flat patterned stone, hard and often sharp when new, both separating bed from bed and on which they lay, degree of comfort dependent on the depth and newness of…[Read more]

Thank you both! I succumbed to overwriting, which I’m prone too, and it was FUN. If a bit much to read 🙂