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The type of day-job loner who occasionally wants someone to talk to about writing, and more specifically, some people to gain feedback from? My real-life friends read, but only read and not write, and therein lies a huge divide. I can only fit myself into a group for a certain length of time. Is there a network of anti-group writers out there? (and no, not on the net!)
Thinking of that... is there anyone else awake in the UK right now? I feel like the only one. Can anyone recommend a nocturnal writing group?
So, Im posting my first ever thread mainly to see what time any reply might be.
My other half says I subtly remove myself from groups and gatherings until I eventually disappear. My own fault really.
And Wow, ten minutes or so 'till you said hello, so I might go to bed now! my typing's all shot and I'm starting to waffle.
Writing after everyone else has gone to bed is the only hope, but now the ideas and plot wont let me lie.
Can people survive on this little sleep? At least the baby doesnt wake every night anymore.
Ive tried going to bed early, getting up in the dark and writing before everyone else wakes up, but then I just skive off work if I get on a roll.
Ive tried writing till midnight, then knocking myself out with a stiff drink, but that doesnt work - I just wake up after a few hours and write unintelligibly bad poetry.
Hmnnn. Going off to bed to try again
Can't suggest anything suitable re groups.
On Talkback you can pop in whenever you like for a chat or a serious writing discussion.
for whom sleep is tricky.
Good grief. it's a crime,
to write such awful rhyme.
WELCOME!
and everyone else is asleep
I am gleefully rubbing my hand together: as if trying to make fire with friction alone.
Thank you for the suggestions, Ill check them out, but now Im off quick, write while you can!
I feel in a suspensey-horror mood, maybe pensive, maybe All Souls night is early must go before They come back .
ooo, and green wellies, racing-green strappy sandals, moss coloured Doc martin's, pale suede 3.5 inch with a ribbon, emerald-fake snakeskin slip-ons...
I always buy green shoes when I see them for sale because shoes, like one's hat, should never match any other item of clothing you may be wearing (!)
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn't go,
and doesn't suit me,
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals,
and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,
And run my stick along the public railings,
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,
Or only bread and pickle for a week,
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,
And pay our rent and not swear in the street,
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised,
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple!
- Jenny Joseph