I’ll set down my cup of tea and polish my elbow patches. You might in fact violently disagree with my views and be so horribly against them, that you demand to meet me on the misty heath at dawn to settle our differences with pistols.
I stated in my last post when we touched on sensory writing, and I’ll repeat it again now, that this is only what I’ve observed on my own writing odyssey things that I know, through trial and error, work well for me. Now that we’re past that unpleasantness, just to recap, what I’m doing in these little blogs (indeed some of them will be small enough to be referred to as Bloglettes - no, you can’t steal that term, I just copyrighted it), is talking a little bit about my views on the craft of writing, and different things I’ve found useful on my own journey as an author. Just have a three-hundred-word essay on my desk by morning explaining in detail your overwhelming feelings of remorse and I promise not to bad-mouth you as a sloppy student to the rest of the faculty while we’re having tea in the staff room and comparing elbow patches. We don’t need three minutes on the naughty step. You don’t need to lose your Netflix privileges. Feel free to go back and read that one first, and we’ll say no more about it. If you missed the first, just know that I’m not angry…I’m just disappointed.
The is the second of my blog posts about writing.
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