My Latest Poetry and Comedy Exploits
Sep. 26th, 2011 09:06 amThings to ponder...
I had a fantastic time at Lyric Lounge last Saturday. It was great fun using balloons and paper aeroplanes of our poems to muster the crowds and I really enjoyed hosting the talent showcase in the evening. Mark Gwynne Jones was excellent. Everyone was excellent! But I also had some really good feedback for myself (poetry and hosting), all of which is adding to my thoughts that perhaps poetry is where I'm getting the most kudos and respect, rather than comedy. What can I do with that, I wonder?
Then on Wednesday I went to my writing group and my stuff was up for critique. I had submitted the first chapter of Wonderwalled - my first attempt at long fiction since the 90s, and aptly set in the 90s as well. I've been scribbling away at it for a while but don't seem to have got terribly far with it. My intention was to write something anti-chicklit, but the general consensus from the group seems to be that I have just gone a little bit too far in this respect and there was a resounding cry of where's the story? Silly question - in my head! The thing has legs... but they need to paddle harder.
I think I may go away, read some Sophie Kinsella, come back to it in a couple of weeks.*
It occurs to me that writing is such a solitary occupation that sometimes it is difficult to even share work with yourself. You become divided into the person who can do extraordinary things and the village idiot. Together, they make one heck of a crime-fighting duo!
But seriously, this is why critique groups are damned useful.
Things I am up to this week include a poetry reading at Weston Favell library this morning at 11am. Then I'm doing my first comedy show on Thursday as part of the Nottingham Comedy Festival. I say first show... my bit of it will be about 25 minutes. Family stories and silly poems. All good, clean stuff. Mostly. That's at The Maze. tickets here:
http://www.nottscomedyfestival.co.uk/calendar_70739.html
Apart from that, I'm going to be pretending I'm Barbara Good.
*or maybe not. I seem to have come back from the library with Christopher Brookmyre's Pandaemonium and Submarine by Joe Dunthorne which I shall probably not have time to read as I also got some gardening books and will have a go sorting out my veg plot ready to feed me in the spring.
I had a fantastic time at Lyric Lounge last Saturday. It was great fun using balloons and paper aeroplanes of our poems to muster the crowds and I really enjoyed hosting the talent showcase in the evening. Mark Gwynne Jones was excellent. Everyone was excellent! But I also had some really good feedback for myself (poetry and hosting), all of which is adding to my thoughts that perhaps poetry is where I'm getting the most kudos and respect, rather than comedy. What can I do with that, I wonder?
Then on Wednesday I went to my writing group and my stuff was up for critique. I had submitted the first chapter of Wonderwalled - my first attempt at long fiction since the 90s, and aptly set in the 90s as well. I've been scribbling away at it for a while but don't seem to have got terribly far with it. My intention was to write something anti-chicklit, but the general consensus from the group seems to be that I have just gone a little bit too far in this respect and there was a resounding cry of where's the story? Silly question - in my head! The thing has legs... but they need to paddle harder.
I think I may go away, read some Sophie Kinsella, come back to it in a couple of weeks.*
It occurs to me that writing is such a solitary occupation that sometimes it is difficult to even share work with yourself. You become divided into the person who can do extraordinary things and the village idiot. Together, they make one heck of a crime-fighting duo!
But seriously, this is why critique groups are damned useful.
Things I am up to this week include a poetry reading at Weston Favell library this morning at 11am. Then I'm doing my first comedy show on Thursday as part of the Nottingham Comedy Festival. I say first show... my bit of it will be about 25 minutes. Family stories and silly poems. All good, clean stuff. Mostly. That's at The Maze. tickets here:
http://www.nottscomedyfestival.co.uk/calendar_70739.html
Apart from that, I'm going to be pretending I'm Barbara Good.
*or maybe not. I seem to have come back from the library with Christopher Brookmyre's Pandaemonium and Submarine by Joe Dunthorne which I shall probably not have time to read as I also got some gardening books and will have a go sorting out my veg plot ready to feed me in the spring.