Summer weekend with the Churchill Writers

It was Alice’s idea a couple of years ago, that we all meet in the college for a whole weekend with nothing to do but write and chat about writing together. Last weekend was our second Summer Retreat, coinciding again with the height of summer, and it gives me huge pleasure to watch these writers develop their confidence and write so exquisitely. Some are writing novels though they started small, others are dealing with editors within sight of the finishing line, and some are holding on to writing while life is more than usually demanding, as writing even a little always helps.

One of the writers has just emailed to say, ‘Thank you so much for leading us through a lovely retreat, it was inspiring, interesting and heart-warming as usual. I really enjoyed it.’ Many thanks for such kind words.

Many thanks too to Kathryn (on the staff as well as in the group, and herself a beautiful writer) for organising everything and to the marvellous caterers for keeping us topped up with tea, coffee and biscuits. Thank you, Churchill Association and Churchill College, for supporting this group since I set it up in 2011. Happy writing, everybody!

Prompts from Churchill Writers last week

Here are the five writing prompts I brought to our first Churchill Writers’ session in person since last November. As usual, I opened books from my shelves at random and chose a line or two, anything at all. The context of the source doesn’t matter, what’s important is that you take a prompt and dance with it whatever way you like. Enjoy the adventure:

inside will be a room filled with everyone I love‘ (from Joelle Taylor’s C+nto)

the music is big boned, takes up the whole of the dance floor‘ (source ditto)

he’s killing the shadow of a life my mother lived before they met‘ (Mothersong by Amy Acre)

Shadows on the wall, Noises down the hall‘ (Maya Angelou, Life Doesn’t Frighten Me)

I’ve got a magic charm that I keep up my sleeve‘ (source ditto)

Several of the group members said they hadn’t written anything for ages and doubted that they’d be able to produce anything. Well, here they are…