We Shall Not Be Moved

“How unspeakably lucky I am to possess you.  I shall think of you, you, you and nothing else, tomorrow, next day, and Sunday and Monday, and every day and hour and moment!”*

Does this do anything for you?  Me, neither.  Nor did do anything for Vita Sackville-West, to whom it was written. The writer was Vita’s lover, Rosamund Grosvenor, whom she dumped almost immediately afterwards.

Plutchik's Wheel of EmotionsFor me, writing emotion is the most difficult thing.  (Maybe this is the reason why I have had no success in womag writing.)  According to Robert Plutchik’s theory, there are seven emotions:  fear; anger; sadness; joy; disgust; surprise; trust; anticipation.  Aristotle listed some different ones, so did Darwin.  The writer feeling emotion as he/she is writing is not enough to make the reader feel, because the reader isn’t the writer and is not touched off by the same things.  So, you go through the motions of using all the senses (sight, sound, feel, smell and taste).  You use tropes.  You extrapolate from your own experience.  …And it still falls flat.  What about this, though?

“I arrived her yesterday [Duntreath Castle]… Do you remember the peacocks stalking round the house in the small hours of the morning uttering penetrating but unmusical cries, the gorgeous flaming sunsets that set the hills a-kindling for all the world like cabuchon rubies?  Do you remember the staid and stolid girl – a remote connection of mine – whose birthday we celebrated at a place called Lennox Castle?…”*

Do you feel the energy?  Do you feel the rhythm as every sentence is begun with the words ‘Do you remember…’?  The writer is rapping out quick rhythmical questions, each one starting with the words ‘Do you remember…’   She also is making a pitch for Vita, but, not bothering with abstract protestations of love, she is setting out challenges, by calling up specific shared memories.   This is Violet Keppel, who will replace Rosamund in Vita’s affections.

Emotion is a funny thing.  I’m furious that a sixteen-year-old posh girl, at the beginning of the twentieth century, can write emotion better than I.

So what advice can you give me?

*From ‘A Portrait of a Marriage’, by Nigel Nicolson (George Weidenfield and Nicolson Limited, 1973)

Insecure Writers Support Group – I’m A New Member

Insecure Writers Support Group badge
ISWG badge

I’m definitely an insecure writer.  You name me a -living – writer who isn’t.

Last month, I joined the Insecure Writers Support Group.  I’ve been reading Patsy Collins IWSG posts for years and I really don’t know why I didn’t get round to this before .

We IWSG members are asked to post on our blogs on the first Wednesday of every month, about our doubts, the fears we have conquered, our struggles and triumphs, offering words of encouragement for fellow-writers who might be struggling.  We also visit others in the group – hence the Twitter handle and hashtag in the tags to this blog post.

The biggest fear I have conquered this month is a very practical one:  how to travel from my home, deep in the Essex countryside, to the ACW Writers Retreat in the depths of the Yorkshire countryside.  Neither I, nor my ancient Ford Ka, could face the 250 mile drive.  Then, in the middle of May, my wonderful friend, Fiona, from Leeds offered me a lift from Leeds to the retreat house.  (Thank you so much, Fiona.)   I therefore booked a train from Peterborough to Leeds, but the plan to do the two-hour drive from home to Peterborough and to park my ancient banger at Peterborough station for two nights was starting to appear more and more expensive and less and less workable. However, today, my husband announced that he is visiting a musician friend in Bury St Edmunds on the day I’m travelling.  So he’s driving me to Bury (an hour’s drive, in his much better car), from where I can catch a connecting train to Peterborough.    The ACW Retreat’s a week on Friday, 16 June.  Next month, I’ll tell you how it went.  For the first time since booking it, I’m really looking forward to it.

This month we IWSG-ers are also asked Did you ever say “I quit”? If so, what happened to make you come back to writing?   My answer is Yes, twice.  First, a long time ago, when I rattled off a very hurried novel, in the space of six months, and entered it for a national and very prestigious prize.  When the typed manuscript plopped back on my doormat after less than a week, on my husband’s birthday, I howled, but now I’m so pleased it got rejected, because, when I think about what I wrote and how I wrote it, I squirm.   The second occasion was when I wrote about a local holiday club, where I was helping.  When my article published in the local rag, about one sentence of mine was used and the rest, which the staff writer supplied, was inaccurate and misleading.  The holiday club leader had to apologise to the other helpers.

What got me back?  After the passage of quite a bit of time,  the stories that kept going round and round in my bed, and needed to be put into words.  One of the deals I have made with myself in the last few years is that I will never quit again.

Writing in Times of Stress

I’m going to make a confession.  I’m a political animal.

London Bridge Station
London Bridge Underground sign. Attrib Wikimedia.

The #LondonBridge terrorist attack last night has overset me even more than the Manchester incident two weeks ago.  The cumulative effect of three incidents, I think.  Unable to sleep last night, my brain is all mush.  At five in the morning, I was full of outrage and hurt and at breakfast-time I could hardly put together a Facebook message to my son (who lives in Deptford).  And, no, I had no real reason to be worried about him, but you do, don’t you?  However, during the course of the day, I’ve been to church and done ordinary everyday things like cooking and putting up sticks for my runner beans.  Practical tasks help.  Otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this.

I read a newspaper every day and I have political opinions..  Many of my stories, and most of my putative novels, have had a political slant.  I’m calling them ‘historical’ because they relate to times gone by, although they are not really, as the official definition of historical fiction requires that fifty-plus years of water must have passed under the bridge.  Some feature very recent events, like Tomatoes and Their Role in Brexit, my latest story on Alfie Dog Fiction.  For each work, I’ve tried to achieve historical accuracy and reflect the thoughts and opinions of the times, also factors like weather.  Do you remember how it rained cats and dogs in the lead-up to the EU Referendum last year?

I know writers who write to comfort themselves, to work themselves through bad periods in their lives.  Many have written their best work whilst under intense stress – the World War 1 poets, for instance  – but I can’t do it.  I need a little time in which to reflect and consolidate, to deal with the emotion.

I’m trying very hard to carry on, as per the previous post.  It’s hard.  But right now I’m watching the News on television and hearing about the people who were there have had to deal with.  I shall carry on.  I shall write.

London Bridge will not fall down.

Why We Have To Keep Writing and Carry On

Yesterday (Sunday, 28 May 2017) I had a story (‘Tomatoes and Their Part in Brexit’) published on Alfie Dog Fiction.  Don’t you just hate people who start  off blog posts like this?  I’ll move on… straightaway… although, you’ve got to admit that, in my case, this sort of thing is rare.

I don’t have much to say writing-wise.  Last week, for all of us in the UK, has been Manchester week.  My connection with the city is that I was at university in Manchester in the 1970s, about a mile from Victoria Station, (below the site of the Arena where the terrorist attack happened).  I recognise many of the placenames mentioned in the News:  Deansgate, St Ann’s Square, Didsbury, Whalley Range.  I lived in Fallowfield, where the bomber had his bomb-making factory.  I have good memories of Manchester.

Although I’m hurt and angry, I was not so poleaxed by the Manchester bombing that I was unable to do anything else last week.  I went to work.  It’s high season for exams, so I was invigilating GCSE, Functional Skills and every sort of vocational qualification.  On Tuesday, I took part in, and minuted, a PCC (Parochial Church Council) meeting.  Yesterday, on Sunday, we had an amazing day, attending my granddaughter’s Christening, with friends and family.  Today, I replanted my tomato plants and sewed more seeds – lettuce, radish, marigolds, poppies, echinacea.  The weather has been glorious, hot for the first time this year.  I got on with life, ordinary things, the insignificant things.  Or are they insignificant?

Keep Calm and Carry On Mug (attrib to Flickr)
Keep Calm and Carry On Mug (attrib to Flickr)

We’re all fed up with seeing ‘Keep Calm and Carry On’ on mugs, tea towels, t-shirts and everything else, but that’s what people in Manchester are doing, with enormous dignity, showing love, bravery and solidarity.  Actually, I didn’t expect anything else.  We’ve had terrorists in the UK before.  In July 2005, on the occasion of the Seven/Seven attacks, my husband rang me at work at quarter to nine in the morning, saying, “I’m okay.”  “Yes, darling.  Why wouldn’t you be, darling,” I replied, not knowing the news.  A few minutes later,  ambulances, sirens shrieking, would charge out of Colchester, down the A12 to London.  A decade previously, we had the IRA, and before that, the Blitz.

Our hospitality has been abused.  We believe in democracy, freedom of speech and thought, fairness and supporting people who are down on their luck.  We believe that primary school girls should be allowed to go to a gig to hero-worship a big girl.  Keep calm and carry on suddenly has real meaning.  Keep calm and carry on writing what we believe in, because we live in a liberal democracy and we can.

A Writer Has To Live

Dustpan and brush (my drawing)
Dustpan and brush (my drawing)

A writer has to live.  A writer has to write.

Many writers have other careers, often working in demanding and responsible job roles and write in the evenings and weekends, but this didn’t work for me.  I couldn’t summon up the time or energy to when I was in full-time work (about two years ago).   I was a college lecturer, so my supposedly free time, at home, was taken up with lesson preparation and marking.   I know of others, who used to write, but now don’t, because they have been subsumed into their day jobs.

So what do you do?  It’s significant that many don’t start submitting and publishing until their middle years.  Some retire early and live off their pensions.  But, what if you’re too young to retire or your pension isn’t going to keep you in the manner to which you’ve become accustomed?

You can attempt to do your career-type job part-time.  I tried, Dear Reader, I tried.  To an extent, I’m still trying, but it’s difficult.  You’ve heard of mission-creep?  There’s also job-creep, where you’re so used to a job role taking over your whole life when working full-time that it still does, even when you’re part-time or sessional.  In my case, I was spending (supposedly) writing time preparing lessons, marking them, attending meetings that were only tangentially relevant to me and also staff development (which I didn’t need).  What a writer needs is a jobby job, where you turn up, do the work, then go home and write.  Here are a few suggestions:

Learning support assistant (or teaching assistant)

Learning Support Practitioner (my drawing)
Learning Support Practitioner (my drawing)

Apply to any local school or college.  You commit to as many or as few hours as you wish.  You sit with, and support, your students in class, then go home when they do.  There may be a few meetings and your line manager may try to get you to take a qualification, but most schools and colleges are desperate for LSPs, with or without pieces of paper. I haven’t worked in this role myself, but I’ve worked closely with many LSPs who write, paint, play music and just do family life.

Exam Invigilator

Exam Room
Exam Room (My drawing)

Apply to local schools, colleges and universities.  You turn up half an hour before the exam to set up the room, and you leave about five minutes after it finishes.  End of.  Again, you commit to as much or as little as you wish.  The only drawback is that it’s seasonal work (very busy in May and June),  but not as much as you think, as there are vocational and Functional Skills exams taking place almost all year.  You will be welcomed with open arms, as more and more qualifications involve exams, so more invigilators are required.  I’m doing this now, about three days a week – at the moment.

Election Staff (Poll Clerk/ Presiding Officer/ Counting Assistant)

Voting paper (my drawing)
Voting paper (my drawing)

One of the advantages of living in a democracy! Obviously, these sort of posts only become available at election time (about once, or twice a year in the UK), but the pay is excellent and a useful top up to other sources of income.  Poll clerks and Presiding Officers have a long day (fifteen hours), often sitting doing nothing for long periods, but counting assistants could be through in two or three hours (late at night) or be still counting after twelve hours (in the event of a recount).  I’m being a Poll Clerk again, at the General Election on 8 June.

Retail

Again it’s stipulated hours, working when you’re working and otherwise out the building. I haven’t done this for a long time.

Cleaning

Dustpan and brush (my drawing)
Dustpan and brush (my drawing)

I know of at least one successful writer whose day job is cleaning.

Most of us writers, being university educated, feel entitled to a professional role, which takes time and emotional energy.  Do you want to write or have a career?  Or… have you had your career and is it now time to write?

As I’m fed up looking for photos online, I’ve done my own drawings and scanned.  I’m no artist.  I hope they will do!

Is It Safe On Our Computer?

In other words, are our computers going to be hacked, like 47 NHS Trusts?

Are we writers likely to lose everything we’ve written?  As someone who is a bit of a nerd and finds computer security fascinating, but is only an IT tutor, not a proper IT security expert, I say – oh, so cautiously – no.

(If you know more than I do about what I’m writing below, please feel free to skip this post and pop in again for the next week.)  Computers are built like a washing line.

Operating System as a Washing Line
Operating System as a Washing Line

The small bit of code that makes them go at all – the BIOS (basic input output system) – is the props.  The operating system – Windows (in its various versions), or iOS (Applemacs, iPads and iPhones), Android (phones and tablets), Linux or whatever – is the structure everything else hangs is the line.  The programs which you use on your computer (Microsoft Office (Word, PowerPoint, Excel etc)), Internet browsers (Internet Explorer, Chrome etc) and anti-virus applications are installed on to the operating system (OS); these are the clothes hung on your washing line.

The largest number of computers which have been hacked, in the NHS and elsewhere, use Microsoft Windows XP operating system, which Microsoft stopped supporting in April 2014.  The reasons for retaining XP are that, often, an expensive and complex piece of equipment, like an MRI scanner, was designed for XP and so all the computers that work with it also have to use XP.    However, we are not here to solve the problems of the NHS.  Very few home computer users still use Windows XP.

The other computers that were affected ran on more up-to-date operating systems, but they were not kept properly up-to-date.  Microsoft, Apple and other technology companies send users updates to their operating systems.  These are usually security ‘patches’, which enable your computer to fight off the latest nasties (what computer professionals call malware, not viruses, which are just one sort of malware).  We should install these updates as soon as we receive the message saying they are available, but when we are using an organisation’s network (when we’re at work), the IT department should do this for us.  In 47 NHS trusts they didn’t.  I don’t know why.

So, the issues in this instance are institutionalised, and home users, like writers, are low risk, but that doesn’t mean that we can sit back and be complacent, because other – different – cyber-attacks will be around the corner.  However, computer security is actually just common-sense.

  • Use a firewall to filter all incoming internet data.  Windows Defender is installed on all Windows computers.  Unless you’re using another firewall, check that it’s enabled.  (Look up how to do this on Google).
  • Run all available updates (see above) to enable your firewall to deal with the latest nasties.
  • Install an anti-virus program (such as Norton, McAfee, Malware Bytes, Kaspersky, Avira) to mop up the nasties that the firewall misses.
  • Don’t click on dodgy links on websites, like the ones saying you’ve won a million pounds.  Don’t click on emails from people/organisations you don’t know.   Also, beware of those from people you do know, when the emails look unusual in some way, when they don’t use the sort of language your friend normally uses, contains spelling spag, or the message says something like they’re stranded in Thailand and need money.  Beware of emails supposedly from reputable organisations, especially if you see spag and the logo looks fuzzy.
  • Never give out user ids and passwords in an email; legitimate organisations, like banks, will never ask for entire passwords, only a few characters.  If you are unsure of an email, hover your mouse over the sender’s email address; often you will see that a credit card company (for instance) is masking a completely email address.

  • When doing money transactions, or entering other confidential information, check for https:// and/or a padlock in the address bar.
    Halifax Bank url
    Halifax Bank url

    This web address (for Halifax Bank) displays https and a padlock.

  • Back up (copy) your writing, on any device other than your computer.  Use a memory stick or a portable hard drive.

The price of keeping your computer safe is not expensive or complicated.  We just need to be eternally vigilant.

Writing Competitions and Why We Should Enter Them

I don’t have  a winning recipe for winning writing competitions, even though I’m the Competitions Manager for the Association of Christian Writers (ACW).  I do have a bit of insider knowledge, though.

Most comps set out strict rules regarding a deadline, formatting and how a story must be submitted.  Try and get these right, but, if, after you’ve sent it, you realise you’ve done it slightly wrong, don’t lose any sleep over it.  The number of times I, as competition manager, have hunted out someone’s contact details, for instance.  Maybe I wouldn’t be saying that if I were running the Bath Fiction Award or the Brighton Prize, but most comps are smaller scale.  Broadly speaking, there are three absolutes:

  • You must keep within the stipulated word count (maximum and minimum)
  • You must not put your name in the header or footer of your story (if you are asked not to, which is most of the time)
  • You must pay the entry fee (if there is one)
  • You must submit before the deadline (but then, if you’re a few minutes late, sub anyway and see what happens).

How entries are presented is very important.  Don’t look like an amateur, by, for instance, indenting paragraphs using the spacebar or trying to centre a heading using the spacebar.  Even so, if a story is good enough, some (but not all) judges will overlook bad formatting.  Run a spell check and proofread; few judges will excuse bad English.

Don’t be afraid to enter prestigious comps, like the Bath and the Brighton.  Newcomers have been known to win the biggies.  The only thing that may make we writers pause for thought is the entry fees, which can mount up – although there are many free comps.

Now, this is the shocking bit.  In my opinion, whether my or your story wins a comp, or not, depends on opinion – judge’s (or judges’) opinions.  Where there have been two judges, frequently they don’t agree on a winner – initially – until they’ve had many more discussions and probably assessed the stories on a marking scheme.  They get there eventually, and I don’t find this shocking at all, actually.

Still, statistically, we are unlikely to win.  So what’s the point?

  • It’s the taking part, getting your story into the sort of state where it can be entered for a comp, tidying up loose ends ,laying it out in the format required, and submitting it to the required deadline.  The required kick up the back side!
  • Even if we don’t win first prize, getting a mention is a massive boost to one’s writing confidence.  I’ve been short-listed and long-listed in a few comps, with Words With Jam, Alfie Dog Fiction and WordsMag.  In 2015, Julie O’Neill  (of Julie Wow or Wittering blog) and I were long-listed, then short-listed, for the Alfie Dog International Short Story comp.  For about a week, we were comparing notes on email.  In the end I came fourth and she fifth.  For days afterwards, I was walking on air and I expect she was too (although she doesn’t live near me).
  • In many comps, you are allowed, for a modest fee, to request a critique – a professional opinion.  Well worth it, in most cases.
  • Your name gets known.   In your critique, you may get comments along the lines of ‘We remember you entered last year… This year’s story shows progress.’
Cup of tea
My favourite cup.

And it’s not a big deal when it doesn’t work out, when the long-list appears with nothing resembling our names on it.  (Am I the only one who scans lists for names that look a bit like mine, the names beginning with R, for instance?)  We move on, have a cup of tea and enter the next comp.

By the way, can you write funny stuff? Good.  Right.  You’ll want to know about the Association of Christian Writers’ Comedy Writing comp. All you need to do is to write a comedy script (1000 words) or a humorous poem (24 lines), on the theme Bringing a Little Sunshine.   It’s not being launched officially for about a month, but there’s nothing to stop you starting writing now.

Coping With Rejection

You go through the I quit sequence.  Am I just rubbish, the worst writer in the world?  You go through the I’m never going to write again thing.  Then you read some published stories, in some print mag, or online ezine, and you think, ‘No, I could never write as badly as that.’

Plaque on seat beside River Colne, Wivenhoe, Essex
This is a real plaque on a seat beside the River Colne in Wivenhoe, Essex. I’m sure ‘fat bloke’ was written with great affection.

Rejection, hurts: in love; in friendships; at work; when making job applications, when making offers of help which nobody takes up; in conversations when you are interrupted or when others don’t respond to what you say.  As well as in writing.  You are warned to expect to be rejected, that it’s all part of the game.  You try.  After all, you’re just a newbie.   Then, you have a few successes,  but still more rejections than acceptances, and each one still hurts.  You’ve invested time and effort.  You’ve exposed yourself by sharing things that are personal and private.   They don’t want it.  How dare they not want it?  

A little voice inside you asks, ‘Is it just me that feels this way?’  Now you’re berating yourself again, for not being a proper professional writer.

View of River Colne, in Wivenhoe, Essex.
View of River Colne, in Wivenhoe, Essex.

Towards the end of last week, I asked my Facebook friends how they coped with rejection.  Many of them said they would ‘go for a walk, let their shoulders ‘slump a bit’, have a rant or a sulk.  So it’s not just me that feels rejection so keenly?

They added that they would get some more feedback on their work, perhaps from another author or professional feedback from an editor. One said she would look carefully at what the editor who had rejected her work had said about it, but, if that editor had said only, in so many words, ‘not for us’ (as they often do), that’s difficult.  They would also look at their work themselves and see how they could improve it, and again at markets to find a better fit for their story.  But several warned against over-analysing.  ‘Don’t dwell on it too long.  Life is too short, and there are more books to be written,’ wrote one published author, and another equally successful writer posted, ‘I just think that’s fine… [My books are] not everyone’s cup of tea.’  Don’t you love the chuzpah?

A non-writer friend reminded me that J K Rowling had one of her books rejected when she subbed under another name.    Moreover, wasn’t Harry Potter rejected nine or twelve times (depending upon which website you visit)?   These are the sort of stories that keep us scribblers going.  My friend Patsy Collins suggested that it helps to have several pieces ‘out there’, so that there’s always the chance that the next response will be a yes.  You have to believe that.

And, I say, keep doing other things.  You are not all writer.  I went for a walk by the River Colne yesterday, with three great friends.  I’ve used my photos to illustrate this post.

Bluebells beside the River Colne in Wivenhoe.
Bluebells beside the River Colne in Wivenhoe.

Making Use of Bad Experiences

Hangman GameA heartfelt thanks to all who responded to my last post about this blog.  Many of you wrote very fully and provided some really useful advice, not all of which I have had time to implement yet, as Beloved Daughter and grandchildren were staying last week.  I haven’t yet moved over to WordPress.org either.  But I am still working on it, all of it.

This week, I want to post about bad experiences, those that are so awful we don’t want to think about them.  I say that these are the things we should write about.

In November 2014, I wrote about stress once… and twice.   I rabbited on about trying to break into womag, but I didn’t because I was too wound up to write anything at all.  Some writers area galvanised by stress, anxiety and depression, but I have to be calm.  At that time, I was working full-time as an IT lecturer at a further education college.  The underlying reason for those posts, which I couldn’t bear to write about, even on my blog, was that I had received a unfair learning observation.  My lesson, in web design, to Level 3 (A level equivalent) students was by no means perfect but I certainly didn’t deserve to be told by my observer (A) that ‘You don’t show that you care’.   It was apparent, during the observation feedback meeting, that A did not understand the technical content of the lesson, and therefore assumed that ‘no learning had taken place’.  I needed to take two weeks off  as sick leave, because of stress.  When I eventually returned, early, because I was going off my head at home worrying, I had to endure a meeting with A’s line manager (B), who wanted me to have a thirty year old mentor.   Six months later, I left (officially ‘retired’ from) the FE college, and, after another six months, I started teaching part-time at an adult learning college.

Fast forward to last Friday, to me sitting down a mandatory staff development session at the adult learning college.  ‘Hello Rosemary,’ says a cheery voice.  ‘Are you teaching here?’  I looked up  to see A and B standing at the front, about to lead the session, all smug and smiley.  Oh, Dear Reader, it was as if the last two and half years had not happened, as if I was back at the FE college and being told that, after teaching for twenty years, I was the worst possible sort of teacher.  As I sat in that room, for six whole hours, I felt as if I was with two women who had seen me on the loo with my knickers around my ankles.   If that’s too graphic for you, I apologise, but I feel very naked and exposed writing about this.   Part of me feels I should abandon this post altogether.

Only now can I start to distill in my mind how I felt at that time, how my blood coursed through my veins like a raging river torrent, not a babbling brook, but water in flood, tumbling, fast and furious, over stones.  The water was muddy, having churned up everything underneath it, as the blood in my veins felt dirty, bilious with bitterness and anger.   I recall not being able to sit still, or stand still, gobbling my food, gulping down my words, not able to complete a sentence.   I was unable even to think through a complete thought or sentence.  Everything I did, at work, at home, I questioned.  Every drop of confidence drained from my soul.   But, like Gloria Gaynor, I survived.  Immediately after the feedback session with A, I went into my timetabled class of teenage boys and taught them Photoshop, even managing to forget – for a time.

No, I’m not going to write about FE teachers suffering bad learning observations.  (There would be a limited market for that.)  What I am doing is editing the novel I wrote for Nano, the first part of which concerns my mc being rejected for Cambridge.  She is very angry, and upset, and those terrible, terrible experiences back in 2014 are informing my writing.   Of course, these are my experiences, not hers’ and she is different (much younger), but tapping into these emotions has helped me write her grief.

…I’m still scared of publishing this.  I’ll find an image first.

Your Advice, Please (Yes, Really)

Bored smiley
Bored smiley. I’ve come to like smilies.

Am I boring you?

I am aware that this blog, and its companion book review site, Dear Reader, are not pressing enough people’s buttons, or, to put it another way, they are not pressing my like buttons.  I’m not saying this in a sorry-for-myself sort of way, but rather in the hope of constructive comment, please.

What I Might Be Doing Wrong

  • My posts are just plain boring.  (I’m not ruling this out.)  At the moment, I’m mostly writing the second draft of The Novel, and I’m aware that there’s not a lot to say on my writing front.
  • My writing style is not interesting.  A friend of mine suggested I improved the first line of my posts, perhaps by asking a question or the sort of statement or comment which makes readers really sit up.  I’ve tried to do this.
  • I myself am not well enough known to attract readers.  The received wisdom is that you raise your visibility through social media, but I’m doubting whether ‘they’ know what they’re talking about.  I wonder if it’s the other way round.  I like to follow the blogs of established writers, but I am not one – yet.
  • I’m not using categories and tags correctly.  It is said that the categories are the list of contents and the tags are the index.  However, this writing blog doesn’t seem to lend itself to categories.   I’m aware that I use fewer tags than most people, but over-tagging is one of the things bloggers are warned against.

What I Think I do Right:

  • I do include pictures.
  • I do try to keep the word count down to 500 words (apparently the optimum), even though I know a lot of bloggers write at much greater length.
  • I do include hyperlinks.

What I Know I’m Doing Wrong

I haven’t updated the pages, specifically the About page, on Write On for a very long time, but is that in itself enough to turn people off?

Technical Stuff

I am not using the sorts of titles and words which Google’s search engine picks up.  This is very likely, as WordPress.com doesn’t allow you in there.

Tomatoes, grown by me, some time ago.
Tomatoes, grown by me, some time ago.

I am going to move both blogs over to WordPress.org in a minute (or, rather, when I can pluck up the courage), so as to be able to use its SEO (Search Engine Opimisation) tools, so, within the next few days, these two blogs will have different urls (web addresses).  (I don’t know exactly how this works and I suppose I won’t until I do it.)

Now for the good bit, the Yippee moment.  (They say you should always end on an uplifting note.)  My short story ‘Tomatoes and Their Part in Brexit’ has been accepted by Alfie Dog Fiction and will be published on 28 May.   And yes, I will definitely remind you nearer the time.  You see, I do know something about promoting my writing.