My research is taking over, help!

A word for you #fiction writers about research. One trouble can be that the more you learn, the less confident you feel about getting enough of it right. Well, forget about that – you can keep researching throughout your work on the book and ask experts to check your drafts when the time is right.

Another is that you can find yourself so thrilled by looking into another era that you forget about the novel or story it’s all for. You forget to write your book.

My work in progress is a novel (again, at last, after so many years, I can’t tell you how excited I am). It’s set in the 1920s and I’m having a marvellous time dabbling, paddling, then heaving myself into deep water for a truly exhilarating swim in those waters. So much of what went on then matches us now, and so much is different. You probably know how it feels when I say that the material keeps multiplying, like weeds on the verge of getting out of control.

So yesterday I sorted it out, made lists for the future, gathered in new files.

The biggest pile is from my evenings and afternoons of quiet writing: scribbles in long hand in lovely cafes. That took me by surprise. Those two-hours patches of leaving the research miles away and allowing characters to stride up to me and talk, to tell me about the crucial times of their lives, confide about their best and worst, those have been most useful of all. My characters deepen by the day, become tougher, kinder and (to me anyway) more loveable.

My point is this: research can often take over, yes. Regular sessions of ‘quiet writing’, preferably with friends, rather than alone at home, can open that portal and allow your characters to bring you their strongest stories in their voices. The balance is wonderful, between your novel’s world and allowing the characters to circle and land. Long live those marvellous coffee shops.

Happy writing!

Rosie Johnston is a human author – no AI allowed

Writing prompts for April 2026

Our writing prompts for last Saturday’s meeting of Churchill Writers featured Papa Hemingway’s first successful novel, ‘The Sun Also Rises’, published by Charles Scribner & Sons in 1926. Hemingway famously stripped his writing to the journalistic bone but the quotations below (chosen at random, by letting the book fall open) show how he didn’t throw out his narrative skills. He was adept at suspense, surprise, economic description and writing slant. Let these take you where they will – happy writing!

At noon of Sunday, the 6th of July, the fiesta exploded. There is no other way to describe it.

When I woke in the morning I went to the window and looked out. It had cleared and there were no clouds on the mountains.

As a matter of fact, supper was a pleasant meal. Brett wore a black, sleeveless evening dress. She looked quite beautiful. Mike acted as though nothing had happened.

Robert Cohn was once middleweight boxing champion of Princeton. Do not think that I am very much impressed by that as a boxing title, but it meant a lot to Cohn. (The novel’s first line.)

We drove out along the coast road. There was the green of the headlands, the white, red-roofed villas, patches of forest, and the ocean very blue with the tide out and the water curling far out along the beach.

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A weekend of events with the mighty Anthony Toner

On the weekend of 23 & 24 May, 2026, musician and blogger Anthony Toner is visiting north Kent on his way home to Northern Ireland after touring as a special guest of Barbara Dickson and Nick Holland. His friend Maurice Kinkead, known for organising music events in Belfast for Van Morrison and now living in Sturry, has plans to bring Anthony and me together for two unique shows combining music and poetry. Anthony’s music ranges from sweet and thoughtful through funny to a high old time and it’ll be great to see how the two of us blend.

On Saturday 23 May, from 7pm at The Old Curiosity Shop in Harbour Street, Broadstairs – ‘An evening of words and music with Anthony Toner and Rosie Johnston’: event information and ticket details here.

On Sunday 24 May at 2.30 for a 3pm start at The Little Green Book Shop in Herne Bay – ‘An afternoon of words and music with Anthony Toner and Rosie Johnston’: event information and ticket details here.

From Eventbrite

POETRY AND PROSECCO on Sat 13 June

I’m thrilled to be reading at Sarah Briault’s POETRY AND PROSECCO event coming up on Saturday 13 June. I was booked to read at last month’s P&P but, floored by covid, I had to pull out. I’m so pleased to be reading this time alongside my friends, both excellent poets, Charlotte Ansell and Maggie Harris. Thank you, Sarah, for organising these events so beautifully. More details are here:

On Saturday 13 June, 2026, from 7.30 – 9.30pm, Sarah Briault brings POETRY & PROSECCO to north Kent again for another  ‘fun, bubbly evening’ and I am excited to be a featured poet reading alongside CHARLOTTE ANSELL and MAGGIE HARRIS. We’ll be in the glamorous surroundings of the Oriole Cafe at Kent County Cricket’s Spitfire ground in Canterbury. Your ticket price includes a glass of Prosecco or non-alcoholic drink, and the chance to read your own words in the OPEN MIC. You can find more about the event here, with a photograph of Sarah reading ‘Safe Ground’. Books will be available at a pop-up book stall run by Chapters Coffee & Books of Sturry and tickets are through EVENTBRITE.  

What is ‘quiet writing’ anyway?

It’s Alice in my Cambridge group we have to thank for my ‘quiet writing’ groups in north Kent. It was her suggestion that my Churchill Writers group meet for a retreat each year, for a whole weekend. No intense workshops and skills training, thank you. The most valuable thing of all, she assured me and the other writers agreed, is to have ring-fenced time away from demands so that writers can do what we love best: just sit and write.

I have transported this to the north Kent coast where I live and now, twice a month, I invite other writers to meet me in a cafe where we can sit in silence and write to our hearts’ content. That’s what a group of us did yesterday afternoon in The Old Curiosity Shop tea shop in Broadstairs, north Kent (with a paddle on Viking Bay afterwards) and it was a magical experience.

There’s no need to have anything prepared. It’s purely about turning up and being with other writers, enjoying that special energy we conjure up whenever we’re together. Heads down and in time, if we just keep writing, catching whatever comes, a portal opens. Writing floods through that can land us in something extraordinary beyond what we thought we knew. Whether we’re blocked or are laden with excellent plans, these sessions can take us by the hand into a different flavour of writing, something expansive and new, and sometimes a style we never knew we had.

Happy writing wherever you are, and let’s treasure our writing buddies everywhere.

The Old Curiosity Shop tea room in Broadstairs, north Kent

Writing prompts from Churchill Writers

Last Saturday our writing group in Churchill College, Cambridge was together again in person for the first time in months. Through the darkness and chill of winter, we meet by Zoom, which is cheery in its own way. But there is a magic about writers being in a room together that can ignite us, especially when we write together. Below are the prompts we used that day. I hope they work for you too:

Here, in this little bay,

Full of tumultuous life and great repose,

Where, twice a day,

The purposeless, glad ocean comes and goes,

Under high cliffs, and far from the huge town,

I sit me down.

(Magna Est Veritas by Coventry Patmore, 1823–1896)

Always it happens when we are not there —

The tree leaps up alive into the air,

Small open parasols of Chinese green

Wave on each twig.

(Metamorphosis by May Sarton, 1912–1995)

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

Is hung with bloom along the bough,

And stands about the woodland ride

Wearing white for Eastertide.

(Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now by A E Housman, 1859–1936)

Cherry blossoms –

lights

of years past.

(by Basho, 1644–1694)

In time of silver rain

The butterflies

Lift silken wings

To catch a rainbow cry.

(In Time of Silver Rain by Langston Hughes, 1902–1967)

In-words poetry in West Greenwich, London next Tuesday 24th

This coming Tuesday 24 March, we’re greeting spring with an evening of poetry in West Greenwich library from 7 for 7.30pm GMT, thanks to marvellous Irena Hill of In-Words. I’m enormously honoured to be reading (from Safe Ground, Mica Press, launched there in April last year) alongside NJ Hynes and Susannah Hart, with music by harpist Lucia Foti. We’ll be focussed on home and where we find it, with wine, Irena’s home-made cakes and the best of company.

Writing prompts for St Valentine’s Day

I’m looking forward to catching up with my Cambridge writers later today. Here are some prompts so that you can join us, wherever you are:

What is this day with two suns in the sky?

Day unlike other days,

With a great voice giving it to the planet,

Here it is, enamoured beings, your day!  

(Quatrain, Rumi, 1207-1273)

You, Beloved, who are all

the gardens I have ever gazed at,

longing. An open window

(You who never arrived, Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875-1926)

The highway is full of big cars

going nowhere fast

And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn

Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass

And you sit wondering

where you’re going to turn

I got it.

Come. And be my baby.

(Come, and be my baby, Maya Angelou, 1928-2014)

A sad sort of rain,

today, and I inside, alone,

look at the pictures I took of you

in London and Paris and Spain.  

(Rain, Margaret Newlin, 1925-2005)

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face

 (When you are old, WB Yeats, 1865-1939)

Agony! Pain hangs in my heart. Is it she?

It cannot be. Walk on. In the blue, a star.

(The street in shadow, Antonio Machado, 1875-1928)

Last night at my daughter’s, near Blaine,

she did her best to tell me

what went wrong

between her mother and me.

‘Energy. You two’s energy was all wrong.’  (Energy, Raymond Carver, 1938-1988)

Poetry and Prosecco in Canterbury, UK

On Saturday 7 March, 2026, from 7.30pm, Sarah Briault is bringing POETRY & PROSECCO to north Kent again for another  ‘fun, bubbly evening‘.

BECAUSE OF ILLNESS, I HAVE HAD TO PULL OUT OF THIS EVENT. LUCKILY MY DEAR FRIEND CHARLOTTE ANSELL WILL READ FROM HER NEW COLLECTION ‘AMITTERE’ IN MY PLACE, alongside MAGGIE HARRIS and BARNABY HARSENT. They will be in the glamorous surroundings of the Oriole Cafe at Kent County Cricket’s Spitfire ground in Canterbury. Your ticket price includes a glass of Prosecco or non-alcoholic drink, and the chance to read your own words in the OPEN MIC.

Tickets are through Eventbrite HERE.  

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