I thought now with half term over and my son back in school for 2 hours in the morning, I would catch up with the online tutorial only to find that the tutorial has ended. I only managed to read a few of the posts and I can’t help feeling that I am inadequate – their creative writings seem to be better than mine (though I hadn’t posted anything) with very positive comments and interest. I am frightened to discover what other people think of my work. I don’t think I can critique either – some people think that Arsenal is great; Rolling Stones are better than The Beatles; Cliff Richard is wonderful. You can’t please everyone all of the time. I can’t get into some books – on a recent trip to charity shops, Margaret Atwood’s Blind Assassin was in most of them. I notice that certain authors are predominant in these shops: Archer, Deighton, Jilly Cooper, Catherine Cookson, Joanna Trollope…
Eurgggggh
February 26, 2006 at 11:54 am (My Writings, Ramblings on)
Went out yesterday for inspiration and came away with a number of books from charity shops. One was by Richard Scarry for my son, another was a book on the use of English for journalists. I also bought a few fiction books in Welsh, though these are shelved for later reading. I cam across Roger von Oech’s Creative Whack Pack, which I paid £1 (the most I paid for a single item in a charity shop yesterday).
I was unable to write anything on the bus, but did read some more of Virginia Woolf’s A Writer’s Diary. I had a cuppa in a cafe yesterday morning when I got to my destination for a Welsh Chat a bit too early, so I did a bit of a descriptive freewrite on the place. I tried to write down what one of the people there was like before she left. When I got home, I wasn’t feeling well and that lasted all evening. I went to bed early and I think I slept well (hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in ages), so I am a bit bright-eyed and bushy-tailed though that won’t last long!
