Mother Writes: Events

Saturday, 19 February 2011

Events

Leading on from my previous blog about finding my way slowly back out into the world of socialising and activity once again (after my lengthy hibernation!), I'm going to write a short list of writing / literary / poetry events I'd like to go to at some point this year; something I can refer to when I'm feeling inspired to have an evening out.

In no particular order, here they are:

Oh joy, I have discovered there is a Creative Writing school at the South Bank Centre. There's a dialogue writing event coming up on 8th March.

Bookslam looks like a fun night out with some really good writers talking about their work.

Woolfson and Tay is an independent bookshop in central London which has regular author events, talks and performances.

Calder Bookshop is another independent bookshop, Waterloo based, which again holds regular events and talks. Long live the independent bookshop!

The Book Club Boutique sounds kind of wacky, but lots of fun. It is, apparently, a place for books, booze and boogie woogie.

So, here's my next challenge....having listed these events, I now need to get to them!

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Mother Writes...What's it all about?

When I was little, I imagined with the supreme confidence of a child that when I was all grown up, I'd be a celebrated writer. And by grown-up, I probably meant about eighteen. The concept of even reaching the age of thirty, let alone beyond, was off my radar and my seven-year old self shuddered at the ominious thought of not having published at least several novels by that grand old age.

Fast forward to the present. Here I am, age thirty-five, wife to a lovely hubby and mother to three gorgeous children. Now, am I writer? My seven-year old self would hold a very strong opinion on this: No, because I don't have a single published novel to my name. But I'm pleased to say that now I'm all grown-up, I'm also a bit more measured and realistic in my expectations of myself. Don't get me wrong - I love my seven-year old self for believing I could achieve that much but I have, over the years, come to an important conclusion:

If you dance, you are a dancer. If you paint, you are a painter. And if you write, you are a writer.

But we have to actually do it, not just talk about doing it. It's all too easy to procrastinate about our creative endeavours and that's all I ask of myself now: to create; to write. And if I'm lucky enough to get something published (which I'm pleased to say that I have done, in the form of short stories, reviews and articles), well, that's a bonus. And that's what this blog offers: little slices of honesty on my plate of life as mother, wife and creator of words. It's often not easy to juggle all three, particularly dealing with bouts of chronic insomnia. But I have to trust this is all part of the journey, and challenges are what make life interesting.