(Update: The photos of me belly dancing are at the bottom of this post.)
Wednesday was Awards Night at Nottingham Writers Club, and for the first half hour I was standing up front and announcing the presentations- one of the responsibilities of being the current Chairman- no sitting back with a glass of wine, or other alcoholic/non-alcoholic refreshment and relaxing...
There weren't as many trophies as in past year's- a couple of the
|A few of the NWC annual trophies|
Some years that happens, and it's a disappointment, but hopefully next year those trophies will be presented.
I'm sure that most writers would have no problem when the subject is open, but it can be much harder when you have to fit it to a specific age (as with children's books) or a set theme.
Blogger and NWC member Keith Havers was the worthy winner of three trophies, including Writer of the Year. You can read his blog here.
Wednesday afternoon I was actually writing a 500 word flash fiction on the theme of 'a Christmas visit' that needed to be handed in to the competition Secretary that evening.
By the end of my story I had my usual issue of realising that I'd just written a scene from a much bigger story. So I don't expect it to do well.
Last December I promised I would do a party piece this year- some belly dancing. I kept my promise, and I will release the photographic evidence as soon as a copy of the photo arrives in my inbox from the club photographer. I only danced for a few minutes... :D
Otherwise the audience were royally entertained by a number of recitations, from the club president and two club members- both serious and fun pieces. And our newest member, Kate, read out the poem she'd been inspired to write during the merriment. Which proves inspiration truly does come from everywhere...
|Enjoying the dance|
I was going for the Christmas glitter look
and the flowing sleeves to waft about when my arms were
Below left: striking a pose...