So, I’ve been silent for nine months. Well, not quite silent, just quiet, but very busy. Here are a few things that have been happening:
I started a Creative Writing PhD.
What on? Hmm, still not sure, but it’s fun trying to work it out.
While slowly and cautiously venturing into academia, I finished my novel. Again. But this time well enough to send to my agent (she loved it, by the way…)
As an aside: I went camping in the summer for three weeks with my family and friends. Spent many days shivering in my swimming costume on the great slate rocks: it wasn’t quite like last year.
Before the PhD and the camping I did a scriptwriting course. So far, no script.
I became a teacher! Teaching creative writing to a group of 13/14 year olds, which basically involves playing games and encouraging them to lie.
I’ve started my teachers’ training (university level) and now know a little more about planning seminars (around text and not), how to move my hands when I’m giving a lecture (apparently expansive gestures are good), what to do if Tony in the back row falls asleep.
I helped organise an event for NAWE – the National Association of Writers in Education – and a network for Creative Writing PhD students around the country.
I took a break from North London Writers. Sad, but glad to have a little more time to read for my PhD.
My dear friend, Zoe, and I are in the process of setting up a creative writing workshop gig, offering courses to beginners and intermediates from a cosy little cafe in Shoreditch – there will be cake! Our website goes live this week.
My mum moved house. Not really relevant, only I’m happy that she survived it.
I’ve started writing non-fiction. This is new for me.
I’ve cycled hundreds of miles through the mad streets of London.
My children and I have shared many many cuddles.
I love my cat.