It won’t be news to any of you that I am not a theatre critic so don’t be expecting some in-depth review of the writing and the acting that I was lucky enough to enjoy on Saturday night – this is more just about the group and the evening. If you haven’t been to or heard of The Brink before its a community cafe and Liverpool’s first dry bar, which does make it’s location a little ironic as it is a stones throw away from the bulk of Liverpool’s clubs, bars and nighttime spots. Continue reading Liverpool Playwrights at The Brink
On we go to a new diary; it’s very pink, fluffy and still smelling of the perfume I covered it in because I wanted to be like Marty in Grease when she is writing the love letters to her many boyfriends. Although, it is interesting that I picked something with “Femme” written on the front when I have bought 2 t-shirts in the past month that have the same word printed on them – guess this is how you start finding your identity when you’re growing up. Despite the fact that I seemingly thought that having a more ‘sophisticated’ looking diary meant that I was much more mature now and much less embarrassing I’m afraid that this particular volume is probably going to be the worst in terms of cringe. Enjoy!
I often think about
The nettle stings on your legs
when I pushed you from my lips.
I didn’t want anyone to see us
Locked together, in love.
Even then I was afraid of what bound us
and even now
I’m still thinking about then
and your prickled calves
hands shaking but my mouth laughing
and all of my body was wrecked.
Tense and stretched from my stomach
that pull, the tether that connected us.
But now I don’t feel you
I had a completely different post planned for today but yesterday, whilst I was trying focus on my novel and working on finishing chapter 3 I found myself feeling disconnected from what I was working on. I figured it was a little useless to try to force myself to continue as it would only lead to heavy editing later on so I opened up a new word document and decided to write something that better expressed how I felt in that moment. The past few months have been strange for me, despite living here for just over 6 months now it feels somewhat closer to a year. Without getting into too many details about my personal life, a lot has happened that threw me into a bit of inner turmoil and now I am reaching the point where I am okay with processing my feelings because it always takes me a long, long, long time to feel things truly.
I think anyone who has ever undertaken any kind of writing (even essays at university and such) faces two kinds of dread; the first being that of looking at a blank page and wondering how you’ll ever start and the second, being when you’ve left a piece of writing unfinished for a long time and know you have to go back to it. For me both of these happened with my dissertation that has now evolved into the novel I am working on. The project began at the end of my second year with writing my proposal, giving me the entire summer to do appropriate research and time to think about how my ideas would mesh together. We came back to university, were given out dissertation tutors and then it took me 2 months more to actually start writing thanks to a weekend writing retreat in Whitby organised by my univeristy so I was sort of forced into starting my piece. Despite the pressure, the deadlines you face in education do push you into producing work but what about after university? You’d think that once university is over and the pressure is off that writing would become more freeing and enjoyable again but then months pass by without you producing anything of note and that project you spent so much time on is just sitting in a folder on your computer that mocks you with the “date last modified” telling you how long you’ve ignored it. Continue reading 5 Tips on How to Return to That Piece of Writing You’re Avoiding