Around this time of year, literary events seem to pop up all over the place – at festivals, in the form of one-off workshops and in readings, launches and the like. This is good. I enjoy going along to whatever I can, and have in the past couple of weeks attended a festival, poetry workshop and book launch.
Such events are a great opportunity to mingle with other writers; to pick up some new writing tips or stumble upon fresh inspiration. It’s good to get away from your writer’s cubby-hole every once in a while after all.
However, the other side to that of course, is that it’s easy to begin comparing yourself to other writers – usually the ones who appear more successful than you. There’s also the fact that, when you’re at all these events, you’re not writing. The same goes for reading though, and I’ve spent this weekend immersed in Sara Baume’s ‘spill simmer falter wither’, and now need to pick up my own pen again.
But pick it up I will, for these fallow periods are needed for nourishment, I think.
Different people tell you different things about how they write, but I like to follow my senses and write as often as I can, while also making sure not to neglect the reading and the thinking periods. The incubation of ideas. I’ve been indulging in my poetry in recent weeks, but now it’s back to the short stories. My fallow period in this regard is drawing to a close, but I feel refreshed and ready to get stuck in. 🙂