Tonight I should be attending the monthly workshop at the Bahrain writers Circle. The workshop recently took on a new format where we each have to bring a piece of work, approximately 300 words long. We hand them in and they are then distributed randomly amongst the members to read out. A group critique then follows, discussing the merits and the downfalls of each piece.
It does sound a bit gladiatorial to have your precious pieces thrown to the lions to dissect and chew over, but it can be rewarding if your piece is looked on favourably, and you can retain your anonymity if you don’t want to own up to writing something disastrous.
Anyway, as usual I digress. Recently I haven’t been in the mood for any writing, not even wanting to think about books other than to read them. So rather than write something for the workshop, I was going to extract a few hundred words from something I’d already written. It’s not cheating and well within the remit for the exercise.
What actually happened was the ‘Wee Blighters’, obviously bored 
from not doing any work on my novel ‘Harry’, decided they would leap in and give a hand. Unbeknown to me, they were eagerly beavering away inside my hide to produce something for tonight.
from not doing any work on my novel ‘Harry’, decided they would leap in and give a hand. Unbeknown to me, they were eagerly beavering away inside my hide to produce something for tonight.
Last night, on my way up to bed, one of them popped into my mind to hand in their handiwork. So rather than settle down in bed for a short read, followed by some much needed sleep, I was diverted to my computer to get this masterpiece down and printed, ready to take.
I am pleased they have come up with something. The annoying part is that they have had a month to do that. Why couldn’t they have done it last week, or even over the weekend? Of course, they are my ‘Wee Blighters’, and as such they have seen me leave everything to the last minute, so maybe I shouldn’t complain too much. Job done.
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