Today we started workshopping at TAFE. I was asked to go first. It was a sort of a Liz the guinea pig sort of thing (not really , it only felt like it).
I am no stranger to workshopping but this involved twenty three people, who I barely know, and it was kind of scary.I had lots of favourable comments. That’s because the lecturer made everyone say at least one good thing. The more noteworthy ones were: A good sense of period; strong opening sentence; good descriptions; powerful and evocative similies; good establishment of character and relationship; wanted to read more; and my favourite: some of the lines were so good I wished I had written them.
Then came the suggestions for improvements.
You will be glad to know, I am recovering.
Actually, they were not too bad and on the whole very insightful. I will take them all on board, especially the ones about Bridie’s needs and wants being expressed more powerfully.I came home and debriefed to Carine(Yes, she is here again). But … I would have to say at this point my gut is still churning. It will be like that until I get a chance to make changes. That is the thing about writing. The creative tension is like elastic. You are stretched … and stretched … and stretched … until you finally give birth and then, it starts all over again.
It is soooo hard writing a novel.
My lecturer’s final comment was: “overall a good start which could be made even better.”
There goes my weekend again.