Writing Residency- May Gibbs Literature Trust

The month has come and gone.  Writing flourished.  Several projects were completed to first draft.
Others, a new peek at a long awaited fragment- was it interesting enough to push on into a picture book text or a novel?

New poems were written.  And last week I began submitting some of the finished work.  What a great feeling after a year of treatment where I could hardly handwrite let alone hold a book to read.

(Foyer interior or Hotel Rothsbury on Ann street- the location of my residency.)

It was a wonderful healthy feeling to know that I STILL wanted to write and STILL had the passion to write.

Now awaiting fruits of that labour and also trying to plot out a schedule to get bigger novels finished.  I have a much keener affinity with time and jobs to complete.

May Gibbs fellowship

I've had my first day alone writing... takes a bit to get used to- that there are no outside interrruptions- other than the need to get outside and walk and verify that there are other people around.  And there are some glorious walks- resulting in a book shop stop, or an op shop stop...

There is a new addition of an art stand- (in the studio) so I've begun to put up signposts of my story.  I am still in the evolving stage - I sort of know my characters- how do these different characters fit together- the setting, the time frame, the obstacles.  These are all beginning to show themselves. 

There is nothing like writing to find out the answers to all these questions.

I write for the surprise, the pleasure, when the frustration and the red herrings begin to not matter.