We met at Izzie's house
Izzie, Annie, Rob and I.
No Chris, because of work;
no Linda, because of illness.
(Get well soon, Linda.)
A small, writerly exchange of
news:
Izzie's blog is 42 in the lifestyle
blog charts;
Rob has launched his crowd-funding
scheme;
Annie's organising a poetry
recital competition;
Tony's just surviving.
The red velvet cake and white
wine for some and then the
business of the evening: the reading and critique of Annie's
submission to the group. And the tension felt between the
need to have a narrative versus
the pure
fun with words, and Rob doubting whether
he was
qualified to judge poetry and yet
finding the rhythm of the words
inconsistent. When it works well,
he said, it really
works and Izzie liked the sweet
imagery of the characters having their
bath with suds and foam but
worried about two stories being
told at the same time and Tony
wondered if the rhyming couplets were a
straitjacket and whether Annie
might be better off
translating the whole thing into
free
verse so she wouldn't have to
worry about the
rhythm or the meter or where the
stress fell or how many syllables
there were but could
concentrate on either moving the
story forward or just
revelling in the sheer joy of the
nonsense of it all.
Plan for future meetings (subject to change)
Tuesday 24 February
Izzie submitting
Tony hosting
Tuesday 10 March
Rob submitting and hosting
Tuesday 24 March
Linda or Chris submitting
Annie hosting
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