Hello!

Yep, ’tis I, fresh sprung from my slumbers. No kidding about my previous post’s ‘Sam sleep now’: Phase Three‘s first draft must have left me more knackered than I thought because for the last two weeks I’ve been racking up about eleven hours’ kip a night! But today I snapped awake for my first school visit of the new academic year – namely a return to St Augustine’s in Kilburn, London, for what were my second and third creative writing workshops, ever.

I’m still a little hesitant about workshops: I don’t like books and stories to be always associated with ‘work’. But the imagination of some of the Year 10 students in these sessions was a thrill to witness. It wouldn’t be right for me to tell you the best ideas I heard – they belong to their creators. Here are just two standout sentences to give you a flavour.

The first is simple yet chilling:

“She was alive but she was rotten inside.”

And the second…

“On the bus he reached down for his ticket – and found that his trousers had vanished.”

Today’s sessions were a bit, um, experimental in places on my part(!!) so my particular thanks to the staff and students I saw today. I hope you got something out of listening to me, because I thoroughly enjoyed listening to you.

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