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Hello! Here is a post I wrote mostly the day before yesterday.
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lobelia321 and I went to a writing workshop in Cambridge, run by the writer AL Kennedy (who, by the way, is not at all scary but very nice and friendly). It was a two and a half hour session, but I would have loved it to have gone on for a lot longer. She spent the first half talking about things, many of which penetrated my thick skull and were helpful. She does stand-up comedy sometimes, which you could kind of tell -- it was that sort of performance. Before we started, I overheard one of the other participants talking to her about Eddie Izzard, and there was a definite similarity there, I thought. We had a ten minute break, during which we met some slightly strange people. Then we did some exercises during which we had to ask each other questions and reply in the voices of our characters, which was very much fun. Then I had to run away and catch my train. On the way home I felt all energised and stuff, and had lots of ideas, and came to a conclusion about the novel I'm not writing, which was that I ought to be not writing a different one.
The other day on the bus the window I was sitting next to had quite a lot of water in it. Seriously. It was acutally inside the window, and it sloshed up and down like waves as the bus moved. It was like the bus had been made partly out of fish tank - old, neglected fish tank full of algae.
I am moving TOMORROW omg! I am off to live in a flat near the park with some actual rooms in it. I have been quite annoying and mood-swingy, because I get stressed and am liable to panic, but am really perfectly ok. My interwebs are not being connected until Tuesday afternoon, so we shall be forced to be apart for a short time. Do try not to pine too much. When I am properly installed I will surely take pictures of my new abode and maybe the street and the park and probably some random pigeons and stuff, and post them here (if I can muster up the energy). After that you can all come and visit me and take tea, subject to approval of your application form.
I shall now sign off.
GOODBYE!
PS. I AM TOTALLY NOT NEARLY PACKED ALL MY STUFF IS STILL EVERYWHERE STOP HAVE RUN OUT OF BOXES STOP SEND HELP STOP
Last weekend,
lobelia321 and I went to a writing workshop in Cambridge, run by the writer AL Kennedy (who, by the way, is not at all scary but very nice and friendly). It was a two and a half hour session, but I would have loved it to have gone on for a lot longer. She spent the first half talking about things, many of which penetrated my thick skull and were helpful. She does stand-up comedy sometimes, which you could kind of tell -- it was that sort of performance. Before we started, I overheard one of the other participants talking to her about Eddie Izzard, and there was a definite similarity there, I thought. We had a ten minute break, during which we met some slightly strange people. Then we did some exercises during which we had to ask each other questions and reply in the voices of our characters, which was very much fun. Then I had to run away and catch my train. On the way home I felt all energised and stuff, and had lots of ideas, and came to a conclusion about the novel I'm not writing, which was that I ought to be not writing a different one.The other day on the bus the window I was sitting next to had quite a lot of water in it. Seriously. It was acutally inside the window, and it sloshed up and down like waves as the bus moved. It was like the bus had been made partly out of fish tank - old, neglected fish tank full of algae.
I am moving TOMORROW omg! I am off to live in a flat near the park with some actual rooms in it. I have been quite annoying and mood-swingy, because I get stressed and am liable to panic, but am really perfectly ok. My interwebs are not being connected until Tuesday afternoon, so we shall be forced to be apart for a short time. Do try not to pine too much. When I am properly installed I will surely take pictures of my new abode and maybe the street and the park and probably some random pigeons and stuff, and post them here (if I can muster up the energy). After that you can all come and visit me and take tea, subject to approval of your application form.
I shall now sign off.
GOODBYE!
PS. I AM TOTALLY NOT NEARLY PACKED ALL MY STUFF IS STILL EVERYWHERE STOP HAVE RUN OUT OF BOXES STOP SEND HELP STOP
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*BEAMS*
IT WILL ALL GET PACKED AND MOVED, DUCKIE! FEAR NOT!!!
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please come and bring chocolate goods i will put the kettle on.
MUST PACK KETTLE OMG!
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I'll send Russell over with some boxes. oi, Russell!
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Stuff.
Which park, pray?
And how exciting, too.
Re: Stuff.
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The buses of your town are a hub of adventure.
I typed up my notes on A.L. Kennedy today. They seemed even more helpful on second reading. Shall I post them here??
Good luck again!!! Yes, soon we shall take tea!!!!!
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AL Kennedy (who, by the way, is not at all scary but very nice and friendly
*lol* ...i kind of wanted her to be scary. heheh.
hope the move went okay, duckling.
b.x :)
ps. wtf is "wrabness"? i was idly scanning the train timetable whilst at the station near my mum's...never heard of the place before...it's near you though. "wrabness". hmm.
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Or it's in Essex. I have never been there, but I can't help thinking it might be mildly depressing...
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b.x :)
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