My second writing group has suddenly swollen in numbers – I say second only because I had a writing group, and then there was so much interest that I’ve started a second one! A few months ago, everyone who had expressed even a slight interest turned up, and I ended up sitting on the floor and others were on chairs from the dining room!
I knew a couple of people couldn’t come today, one poorly, one had an engagement she couldn’t miss, one is no longer available on the day we meet, so I printed off six sets of prompts for next month’s topic which is ‘Winter’ – they can write anything they like about or inspired by winter, in any form – or they can write about whatever they fancy, writing is the important thing!
We are seeing the effects of Storm Angus, and there are floods all around from the continuous rain, so I guessed some people might not make it, and also unexpected things crop up, so when three arrived I was very pleased to see them.
We had a general chat and catch-up; one of my writers has taken up the National Novel Writing Challenge of attempting to write 50,000 words of a new piece of work in the month of November. She has done brilliantly, and is storming ahead and will definitely meet the target, and maybe even pass it! I had to confess I’m lagging… but we had both decided to write a similar thing, but approaching it differently – our own life stories.
The NaNo writer shared part of her story, about travelling to Australia on a ship – very descriptive and evocative, and well brought to life.
A newish member of the group read a very gripping story, based on a true event, about an elderly lady, a would-be burglar, and a light bulb. She writes very elegantly and economically, and has a good sense of the pace of the story, which had a satisfactory and unexpected conclusion!
Our only man shared a story, maybe the beginning of something longer, which was fictitious, but had a connection to his own life-story, which was interesting. Set in Ireland it was very atmospheric, and we all agreed we definitely wanted to know more… what happened next?!
I read part of my own NaNo story, an episode from my father’s life which took place on the morning of his call-up in 1939.
The rain had abated somewhat by the time the session was over; however the NaNo writer’s husband couldn’t come to pick her up as there were floods in town! Luckily our man writer gave her and the other lady a lift, which was very kind of him.
So we may have been few, but we had an excellent and productive meeting!
If you want to read our newish member’s work, here is something she shared on our writer’s blog:
If you have any writing, poetry, prose, a memoir, anything, that you would like to share, get in touch!