A quick (and late) shout for Are You Sitting Comfortably, Thursday 23rd Feb, at Jacksons Lane Theatre:
White Rabbit invites you in, away from the swirling London fog and the clutches of Jack Frost’s icy fingers. Cosy down and enjoy original short stories for adults in a magical atmosphere, read aloud by Bernadette Russell, Gareth Brierley and special guest readers.
...including one of my own, inevitably, and I'm told one by Zoe of the Mind and Language blog, which I recommend an excursion to. Also, to a particular friend who is peculiarly allergic to descriptions of fog, I can only say that the fog in my own story is simulated and harmless.
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Thursday, 16 February 2012
Am I a writer if a tree falls in the forest and...
Are you a writer if you're not actively writing?
Deep, man. A friend posed this a little while back, in the rhetorical fashion. As I remember, all of us readily agreed with sentiment; after all, it's about slogging and grafting, not coasting. But I can't help thinking the question has a telling ring of 'if a tree falls in the forest' about it, and much like that old favourite, I think the answer entirely depends on your terms.
I've had a think about it (it takes me a while) and I've come to the conclusion:
Deep, man. A friend posed this a little while back, in the rhetorical fashion. As I remember, all of us readily agreed with sentiment; after all, it's about slogging and grafting, not coasting. But I can't help thinking the question has a telling ring of 'if a tree falls in the forest' about it, and much like that old favourite, I think the answer entirely depends on your terms.
I've had a think about it (it takes me a while) and I've come to the conclusion:
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