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Monday, 27 May 2013

Eight Days



Monday 20th May 2013

Slow day. Two steps forward and one step back. Eventually got through chores and over to Lamplight for the open mic. Fantastic turn out. Twelve performers. Good to see Charles, Jaene, Winston, Graeme, Mark speeding on saxophone with Margaret, some great stuff from newcomers. Bad luck Jenni couldn’t make it, but she’ll be there for the end of season megabash next month.

Absolutely bucketing down outside. Mark Speeding gave me a lift home. The main road by the industrial estate is a bit flooded. 11.43 pm.


Tuesday 21st May 2013

Felt a bit sick on the bus to work, busy with mid-term prep for workshop reviews. Session went okay. No-one likes the paperwork. Ironic for a writers’ group, but there you go. Fell asleep on the bus home. Bought bread in Consett but had cowboy hash for tea. Caught the national news headlines, read a tour budget breakdown by Ex Marillion singer Fish, who is playing Stockton Arc tonight and was at the Sage at the weekend. If I knew more of his back catalogue I would have been tempted but only have Vigil in a Wilderness of Mirrors and a compilation cd. Saw him twice in eighties/nineties. Too exhausted to do much, I answered some emails and printed out two pieces of work for critique by Wendy Robertson and Avril Joy – last session with them tomorrow. Watched the second episode of BBC Crime drama The Fall on iPlayer. Really hammered now, fearing a migraine. Better get an early night. 8.56pm.


Wednesday 22nd May 2013

I have times when all is well with the world and I’m truly grateful for my lot – then a mixture of fatigue, professional let-down and general observed mundanity just sets me seething and spitting brass tacks.

Session at Waddy was poor today. Spent ages doing mid-term review prep only for three people to turn in. So I bailed the plans and did invented definitions for new compound words and some fiction exercises.

I've been lying down for about 45 minutes coz I started to feel a tension headache coming on. Didn't get home till ten past six as I've been in Bishop Auckland this afternoon for my final Back to Basics session with Wendy Robertson and Avril Joy and about eighteen participants. We were given a 12 page short story by some guy – whose name has vanished from my memory – set in some middleclass family home of yesteryear involving an adulterous mother, then asked to dissect and highlight for uses of descriptive relish, evidence of social context, description of setting, characterisation and mood.

It was suggested we try a family dinner table piece of fiction ourselves at home - I just happened to have the one I did at Waddy last week in my notebook. We then very briefly got an overview of character development. The things characters carry – ten objects in a list and find reasons for owning them. I suggested the poems What Every Woman Should Carry by Maura Dooley and About his Person by Simon Armitage, as these are the two that have made this exercise very successful at Waddy over the last five years. At the end of the session I handed in my Whitby recollection plus the opening vignette of Sunshine.

Bus back was okay, as I took the wise decision to fortify myself with half a Jamaica ginger cake (two for a pound at the pound shop in Durham) and had plenty Tesco blackcurrant and grape sparkling water with me. Bought some rice and tomatoes and beans in Consett and then home to an all-day breakfast for tea before starting in on the email/facebook checks.

I read the thing about David R Morgan. Can't believe it made the Gaurdian, he's well and truly blotted his card now. Doesn't look good for a schoolteacher to pass off another's poem as their own. Who knows, maybe some of his Moodswing acceptances are shady; I never checked, as the timeframe for his bad deeds was post-broadsheet demise.

Emailed Waddy a while ago asking them to forward an apology to Chris, as I've decided not to go in tomorrow afternoon – the week is already wearing me out and two workshop sessions plus JibbaJabba is a bit excessive after kick-starting the week with Lamplight open mic. I am going to do my food shopping after the MIND session then return home to do Poetry Jam event page and chill a bit before heading over to Byker for the spoken word.

It's been hailstoning hard this evening. Has just started again. In half an hour it will be lights out for sure. 9.54pm.


Thursday 23rd May 2013

Awake at five o’clock this morning so I did the daily pages. Got up an hour later and have been on the go since. Lots of prep for Consett MIND workshop then off to deliver it. A nice session.

V8 to Consett. Are the roads really as fucking potholed as they seem? Or do these pissy little yellow buses actually have no suspension whatsofuckingever? Running late. Wolfed down my pasta and locked up. Tonight is JibbaJabba. I do the door. I won’t be performing on the Cumberland stage again until August when hopefully I’ll have a new book available and new set totally nailed. Some days I think I should give up on memorisation. Other times I think the material requires it to make it worth presenting to an audience. Hey, I’m a self-indulgent lock-in. Busload of conversation, movable feast outside and I ignore all of it. 6.00pm.

Enjoyed all the Jibba guests – Gentleman Busker, Terry Dobson, Jodi Ann Bickley and the Improvguys. Strong open mics too. Really cold walk back to Newcastle. Rainy, icy chill; it’s nearly fucking June. Too late for the chippy. On the bus now, not looking forward to walk from Consett. 11. 23pm.


Friday 24th May 2013

So fucking cold today. And tired, so I’ve got bugger all done. Can’t type without my hands hurting. Read some essays online, watched footage of Fish (ex-Marillion) and Rollins; listened to The Black Album by The Damned. Been a struggle to get my head round much. Did some research into Lulu publishing. Could be the way forward for the next big book. A few messages back and forth between me and Jenni. We’re going to see ‘Withnail & I’ at the Tyneside Cinema tomorrow and The Shawshank Redemption on Sunday then Alphabetti Spaghetti Open Stage night at the Dog and Parrot. It’s getting closer to midnight. Wanted to work on my own stuff today but needed time out to get my head rewired. Hopefully back on form tomorrow. 11.42pm.


Saturday 25th May 2013

Got a print out of my book jacket today. A few more proofreads and the thing will be off to the reprographics shop. I’m on the 45 to Newcastle. Me and Jenni are going to see Withnail & I at the Tyneside Cinema. It doesn’t start till after midnight. We won’t get home till three. I have brought food supplies for our lazy weekend. Have a little bit of a headache, hope it goes away soon. Whingeing teenagers on the bus. Pleased I don’t have to suffer idiots very often. 8.52pm.


Sunday 26th May 2013

Did morning pages and talked to Jenni about sharing workshop content. Thinking about the book; hope it can be printed this week. No idea if it will sell out the limited edition or even sell at all, but it looks pretty bloody good.

Jenni is still quoting lines from Withnail & I: “You’re not leaving me alone in here; those are the sort of windows faces look in at.” Richard E Grant is tremendous. Richard Griffiths too. Superb film. Good to see it on the big screen this morning.

Didn’t get up till nearly twelve as we didn’t get to bed till half three. This afternoon went to see The Shawshank Redemption. Jenni is amazed that I’d never seen it before. Brilliant film. BLT sandwich for me and sushi for Jenni afterwards at old Eldon Square.

Went to Alphabetti Spaghetti tonight upstairs at the Dog and Parrot. Jenni tried out NapoWriMo poems. Good to see Improvguys as well. Pizza and chips on the way back to Bensham. Hot in the attic tonight. Really tired. 11.20pm.


Monday 27th May 2013

Back home after a great weekend with Jenni. Currently listening to The Black Album by the Damned. Was thinking of going to see them play in Middlesbrough this August but just found out last night that they are playing the Academy in December – much easier to get home from Newcastle than Teesside. Hands hurting today. Pain in knuckles, poor grip strength. Been thinking about my book. Feel reassured by the prices of various limited editions online that mine is very reasonably priced. Going to watch BBC crime drama The Fall at nine this evening then have an early night. 8.44pm.

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