Nothing to report

So, I waited until 6:25 and took an executive decision and went home.
Honorable mention to Marsha, who was just about to set out when I texted her, so at least she didn't have a wasted journey.

I hope no one else turned up after 6:25 (it's your own fault for being late if you did!)

Better luck in March :-)

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Tom Waits - Chocolate Jesus

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Questions, questions

'That was good wasn't it?'  said Clare as we were leaving wgwg last night.  And you know what - it was good.

Marsha arrived before the end of the group - hurrah (!) so we were treated to her very funny account of a man from Trinidad ( or was it Barbados?) and his plan to get away from his wife for a few days. It was a brilliant piece, but I can't help being very pleased I'm not married to this scheming trickster!

Daniel has reworked his poem from last week and it has become much more understandable but as Marsha pointed out, he needs to work out if it is a piece of poetry or a stream of consciousness ( or is it both?)

Judith's Dolgo has now made his way into Westminster Cathedral and is waiting to receive the Host, because he is hungry, why else.  But is it the Host, or is it a piece of Vanilla cheesecake he receives?  And do chocolate Jesus's exist for sale in the gift shop or not - we need to know!

David is starting a new course and bought us his homework to peruse.  It was an allegory set on an island where something untoward is definitely going on.  But we all thought that maybe Starbucks was ripe for a bit of allegory action as well.  He has to hand it in today, so I'm not sure he will have time to carry out our suggestions and add a bit of Starbucks, but was a very well written piece which we enjoyed hearing.

Clare's piece continued with her protagonist on a plane annoying the stewardess by reading via her laptop.  But an angry stewardess is the least of her problems.  I'm not sure yet about who will actually turn out to be the real villain in this piece. Is it the father who is the villain, or is it actually the daughter?  Hmm, time will tell...

Oh and for those still wondering about the chocolate Jesus - Tom Waits certainly thinks they exist...


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Cold Night, Warm Words

Oooh it was cold last night, proper brass monkey weather.  No one is going to turn out in this I figured, but how I misjudged you wgwg'ers.  Six other brave souls arrived bright eyed and bushy tailed for more literary high jinks.

First off was Judith with more tales of the amazing Dogo.  He has now left Victoria station and is staggering towards Westminster Cathedral, catching a couple of cockroaches engaging in a little cannibalistic activity on the way. Urgh.  I love hearing about his adventures but I sure wouldn't want to be him. I know I've said it before, but what a truly wonderful one off character Judith has produced in Dolgo.

Next up was David who wrote a lovely piece concerning memory. It was a sort of before and after affair with a slightly melancholy air.  Beautifully written, I hope that his writing course liked it as much as we did.

Then newby Daniel ( he came back!) read his poem.  We were at a disadvantage because he had no copies, but we managed to go ahead without them.  I don't think we caught all the nuances of his poem as we couldn't see it, but he has a lively style and he promises us copies next time.  It was a sort of companion piece to his last reading, with this one set in the cold.  Such a sense of cold and freezing he produced!  I really hope he does bring copies next time because his work is interesting but it's difficult to catch hold of on one hearing, thus making feedback difficult. His is a very dense rhyming style that puts me in mind of Malory.

Clare has a new story that is coming along well.  Families are always difficult and I sense that the father/daughter relationship in this story is not going anywhere good. Brilliant writing as always.

Ibra was reading for the first time.  His native language is French and he has had to translate the poems into English with a little help from Sita.  The poems sparked much debate about language and translation.  They are quite dense and I don't pretend to understand some of them, but I hope he brings more of them along!

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Quality not quantity

First group of 2017! How apt then, to have only one first timer, who had something to read, and two regular facilitators who didn't*. We waited a bit for more people then  embarked on Daniel's lyrical traipse through the forest. It must be pretty intense to be subjected to the full concentrated force of only two critque-ers but he handled it really well. We didn't scare him off we hope! He did say he'll come back.

See you all at the next one on the 19th.

*Why break the habit, eh?

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No reads, no fees and oh, party

So this week, Anne and Naa sat about plotting. This is what we get up to when no one turns up. Someone did turn up, after having been searching for us for ages it seems. He was over the moon to have actually come across us on the correct day and the correct time but alas had nothing to read. The next actual group will be January 5th, 6pm, Willesden Green library.

In the new year we've decided to put a pause on collecting attendance fees. In the past, attendance fees have gone towards printing anthologies and we've built up some money in the last little while. . So as we work back towards a healthy attendance and a substantial amount of short stories ready for print, we'll stop charging until we've figured out exactly what we're gonna spend it on. So if the cost of attendance put you off before, worry no more and come along.

****INVITE ALERT*****
As I said before, our next actual group is January 5th but on the 15th of December we're gonna treat you wonderful people to a drink (with some of that money built up) to celebrate all the great writing you've written and we've experienced through the year.


So join us for some Christmas cheer....

15th December
The Beaten Docket
Crciklewood Broadway
7pm.

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Two blasts from the past...

Really wgwg, you are spoiling us, last night we had not only the return of Jarred but Bilal as well - who'd a thought it.  

Judith started off the night with another snatch of Dolgo's life, and what a picture she painted! You might think that Parliament is a starchy establishment - but our Dolgo is a cleaner there and he has a key...  What goes on in the Home Secretary's office after hours is, to put it mildly, surprising, if not pornographic. 

David read us a short piece featuring a dad and his son thinking about skateboarding - ooh not sure that is a good idea.  David's piece had me squirming - and not because of the writing. How embarrassed would you be if your dad wanted to take you skateboarding? Exactly. 

Jarred is appalled by the American election result and his piece did not pull any punches.  It might have been an allegory, but waves of beasts arriving on a beach to be met with slaughter did not take too much effort to decipher.  A really strong piece.  I wish he'd come back to visit us more often, but he's a very busy man with many balls kept spinning in the air, not to mention he's now a doting father - got any baby photos to show us Jarred ;-)

Bilal didn't read, but he was there and gave feedback and I guess that's all is needed from Bilal ( but if you ever do pick up your pen again and write something we want to hear it first.)

Then it was off to the pub for three cups of tea, a coke and a tonic water - and I'm not even kidding. I can't believe I just wrote that - have we lost the plot?  

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