Weekly Round Up: All The Things She Said




I'm always having these epiphanies. Where I realise I love this, I am serious about my craft, I want to be a legitimate writer and use all the time I have cultivating words into stories and poems that make me think, oh, yes, this is why I am here. 

So I'm stepping up, like I think to myself every week, like I am constantly trying to make myself do. But I'm typing it out of hold myself accountable. I'm going to write more, get as much work as I can out into the world, I'm going to update this blog at least once a week. I am going to set up a mailing list to fire out tarot poems at people once a fortnight, and perhaps invite them to buy me a coffee. I will clean up some old stories and poems to put them on my payhip, for anyone who is interested. I might set up a patreon, but I'm still a little bit shaky on the logistics. Note to self:  speak to someone who uses it to find out how it is as a platform

Writing: In Case You Missed It

I've been writing a lot, lately. I've entered a couple of competitions and submitted to magazines and journals. I'm trying to make this an ongoing practice. Keep up the momentum so it has no opportunity to lag. Watch this space next week, when I should have something up on the Write Young Things blog! 

Online: 

My online activity has been a little down, but in fun news, some friends and I are hosting a ficathon on livejournal, if anyone wants to play. Who says writing has to always be serious?

In the Real World:

This week I've had a couple of... shakes. I had a dreadful hospital appointment at the start and had a not so great day at work at the end, and the middle, bar one bright spot, was mostly a grey blur. However, as I'm sure you can tell from the tone of this post, I've managed to dig into the misery to find some energy, some soul, and a lot of motivation. That's how things go, I suppose. 

Playlist: Currently Reading (and Listening, and Watching, and Doing, etc.)

I'm reading Purple Hibiscus at the minute, and I am in utter adoration of the use of language and how it so succinctly evokes a sense of place and claustrophobic anxiety thrumming eternally under the surface of the teenage girl. We should all be reading Chimanda Ngozi Adichie. 

Also, Florence and the Machine dropped their latest album, so excuse me if I speak about nothing else for the next decade. 

Highlight of the Week:

I have two highlights, one for each week since I last posted. Last weekend was the Queen's Park Book Fair, and I don't know how to articulate how wonderful a time I had. I met Zadie Smith's mother Yvonne Bailey Smith who has a wonderful artistic voice of her own, and I got to speak with several other poets and authors, too, including Crys Salt, MBE, who I found endlessly enthralling and inspiring to speak to. 


This week's highlight, then, was our latest Write Young Things meeting (pictured above, with a horribly unflattering and yet endearing photo of me reading), where, despite there only being a handful of us, and despite the horridly warm weather, we got to have a lovely time just sitting and talking like artists for awhile. There is nothing like that time, among people who love what you love. I wouldn't trade those moments for the world. 

Hope you had a good week!

Lucy x

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