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Writing Skill: A Fond Farewell
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In the run-up to the Story Elements course , I'm posting a trio of Writing Skills, one a week, to get you exploring the different i...
Writing Skill: Scene Bookends
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In the run-up to the Story Elements course , I'm posting a trio of Writing Skills, one a week, to get you exploring the different i...
Writing Skill: The Pretence
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In the run-up to the Story Elements course , I'm posting a trio of Writing Skills, one a week, to get you exploring the different i...
Spring Writing Food: Italian Frittata
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Perfect writing food is quick (either to make or to double up another day's cooking) so it doesn't steal your wriitng time, low...
Writing Skill: Prove It's You
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To launch the online GETTING ROMANTIC workshop, I've got a brace of free Writing Skills lined up for you, to get your pen moving and...
Writing Skill: Deluded Diary
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To launch the online GETTING ROMANTIC workshop, I've got a brace of free Writing Skills lined up for you, to get your pen moving and...
A Poem for Every Moment
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For years, I waited for poems to come to me. I'd coax their arrival with long walks; I'd catch fragments and phrases, and wait pa...
Writerly Party Games
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Four nifty party games and after-dinner games for writers, bookworms, and word lovers, which need little to no prep, mostly suitable for ...
Winter Writing Food: Bhakti dhal soup
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"Carve out your writing time and defend it like an angel with a flaming sword," I say again and again . Most of us are carving ou...
Can't bear to stop poeming?
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If November’s poem a day has whetted your appetite and you can’t bear to stop, don’t worry: the Meddling with Poetry course is starting ...
Cracking dialogue scenes
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“It’s our style,” she said brusquely. He frowned. “Is it really, though?” She laughed scornfully. “Who else’s would it be?” ...
Writing Like Yourself
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"It's very odd for me reading young Neil Gaiman," says older Gaiman. "Cos I remember being him, and writing that, but I...
Writing Skill: Squashed Sardines
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All five of us are prowling the house in darkness, tiptoeing from room to room, silently opening cupboards and blindly feeling inside them...
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