Where The Writing Takes Me

WHERE HAS THE WRITING TAKEN ME IN JULY?

That the thing about writing it takes you place and you get to meet people you probably wouldn’t be otherwise in contact with. My poem, ‘The Tears Of A Child’ was born out of a chance meeting with a woman on a bus who was going to visit her sister who has Alzheimer’s and is in a nursing home. It focused my mind on researching dementia, the effect it has on families and the startling fact it can happen at any age.
On a completely different piece of writing I wrote a short piece for my blog on Garth Brooks at loggerheads with Dublin County Council and his decision to disappoint 4000.000 fans who had bought tickets for his show in Dublin. 70.000 Of who were flying in from as far afield as Australia to hear him. Like everyone else I tuned in to all the diverse extensive TV and Radio coverage. Would he, wouldn’t he perform? It was getting more coverage than the fighting in Gaza.
And there again, an invitation from The Verbal Arts to attend two functions and read my poetry created an opportunity to network and make contacts with other writers, and established published authors.
All this alongside seeking out a publisher for my novel ‘Orphan and Strangers’ (Currently preparing to send the first three chapters to Lagan Press)
But here’s the thing I really, really loved doing – helping my eleven year old grandson to develop the plot for his first short story – ‘The Shy Killer.’
He did the plot. I did the prose. Does that make me a ghost writer?
Until the next time – keep reading – keep liking
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