Recently I have written mostly about my new writing workshop and how excited I was but now that we have had a few it's time to think about what comes next.
The first writing workshop was last week and the second was yesterday. Last week we looked at creating dialogue and making it easier. This week we looked at building up an action scene. Both weeks we brainstormed over issues that different attendees were facing with their stories.
It sort of felt like this:
However one thing left me feeling more like the guy on the right here.
It was a reaction that I did not expect and one that came from somewhere I could not have expected it from.
The reaction was anger and the anger was from someone who did not come. When I say angry I mean utterly furious. Blocking me on facebook serious mad and needing to vent about it. Crosser than a crossing guard on national cross day.
Were they angry that they could not come along?
No this fellow was angry that I could have the balls to run a workshop at all. How dare I think that I could do this? What right did I have to put ideas into people's heads that they might be able to write a book? Who the heck did I think I was? Clearly I had stolen this idea from someone else, or something.
The answers were of course that no one gave me permission because innovation does not wait for permission to start something new and besides the person in question was not in a position to grant permission for anything. What right did I have to make people feel good about writing and wanting to do it? The same right that we all enjoy in the UK, the US, France, Australia and many other countries. The freedom of speech. The freedom to have ideas and share them. The right to say to other people "I believe in you."
Every last one of the people that have come to my workshops has talent. Some of them have developed it more than others but they all have that spark. They have the one thing that makes a person a writer. Not raw skill but the nagging voice that demands that they write - the compulsion to tell a story.
Given sufficient time all the workshop attendees could see publication. Maybe or maybe not with this story, the same for the next and the next and the one after that but sooner or later that need to write forces us to keep writing and the repetition of writing improves our skills until what we have is good enough to make us a bunch of cash. What defines the ability of all of us to see work published is not how good we are now but how long we will refuse to give up.
So I am going to take this person's negative attitude as a sign that I am doing the right thing about writing. I intend to show the world that every day folk can and will write stories that you will want to read. Look for my name and the workshop in the "with thanks" section of books one day because all success needs is a little faith.