Back on the horse?

I’ve had many kind words about my last post, about being lost in a labyrinth of my own making. Thanks to everyone who’s commented or commiserated. But it’s time to get back on the horse. I’ve submitted one piece of nonfiction to which I got a fabulous response (it’ll appear in a book at some point which I’ll definitely link to) – essentailly the editor’s reply was ‘wow this is one of the best responses,’ which is nice.

(Photograph by Colin Thomas)

Still working on the other piece. More on that in another post no doubt.

I’ve created two pitches and am starting to work on things, slowly approaching that horse that apparently I have to get back on. I am at week 8 of The Artist’s Way which I’m doing as a course with a support group of artists of various kinds – visual, sculptural and textual. The morning pages are running their fingers through the sludge that lurks at the bottom of my brain like bin juice (the official word for bin juice is leachate by the way) – I feel it is taking longer for me than some of the others in the group to get something useful out of it, but there may be some light ahead – despite heading into the darkest months.

I have read some more writing books so I’m due another Writing About Writing About Writing blogpost soon.

Hat tip to Neil Williamson who’s throwaway comment at FantasyCon has stuck with me and acted as a fertile ground upon which some seeds may be sown. He said: “Being a writer is feeling the fear and writing anyway.” So I’m hoisting my belt, taking a deep breath and approaching that skittish horse that once threw me.