SnUfft StUff..

Writing. There seems to be a debate surrounding me about writing process atm, no matter where I go it’s inescapable. We write alone, that is without question. I write, curled up in bed way past one in the afternoon, guilt free on my days off, jumping up to grab cups of tea and bowls of porridge, and maybe the odd piece of chocolate. (Just the odd piece, really.)

But the more writing events I go to, and festivals I attend or volunteer for, the more the question keeps rearing its head, am I benefiting from all of this, should I just be locked away by myself tapping away happily on my keyboard?

The answer, for me, as far as I can see, is yes. Whether there are more opportunities if you know more people within the ‘scene’ is irrelevant for me. Every time I attend something, I walk away feeling motivated, enlightened, fueled to write more, wanting more than anything to be just like my mentors.While I am intensely shy and a little awkward when people want to talk to me about anything, (besides designer post-its, I love post-its) I think spending time with other writers is important, if for nothing other than to challenge how you feel about festival’s, and the new performance type nature, that readings seem to have taken on.

Anyway, submissions are a little quiet at the moment, there’s still a few past one’s open.

Also, Someone who is obviously really dedicated, Josephine Rowe is launching her new book How a Moth Becomes a Boat. I’ve seen her read a couple of times, really mesmerising stuff. If you can get up to Newstead for this I’d highly recommend it, details here.

Have a nice week kids, more next week.

Soph Xx.