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3 Lessons from a Year of Not Writing
The gauzy illumination of fairy lights reveals the coloured spines stacked along every shelf and bedside drawer. There, a poetry book preordered the minute the writer announced it. Here, an anthology produced from a previous commission. And just there, a thoughtfully-selected collection gifted from a friend, with the tiny cursive note forever inked onto the…
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Collaboration: Your Free, Powerful Writing Tool
We’re naturally drawn to gossip. Writing rivals? Intriguing. Feuds with publishers? Tell me more. Drama over book awards? Let me pull up my seat. But working together with other writers to create truly unexpected pieces of creative work? Yawn. No one wants any of that. Yet in times where social media trolling is rife, tensions…
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Top Tips to Overcome Writer’s Block
In my last post, I talked about the importance of stepping back and being kind to yourself if you’re finding it hard to write during these difficult times. Staring at the same four walls, not interacting with new people, and not embracing new experiences as you normally would will doubtless take a hit on your…
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Creativity in Crisis: Why It’s Okay Not To Make Art Right Now
The dry rustle of hands shoved into coat pockets is an act of protection, hugs are replaced by nervous nods, and to step out into the crisp sunshine more than once is to break the law. Social media is a flickering buzz of news articles, virus-related memes, and screenshots of Zoom meetings, a glass of…
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How to Overcome Self-Doubt in Writing
“If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.” – Vincent Van Gogh Ever feel like you’re being watched? Perhaps you’re trying to crack on with that novel. Or maybe you’re perched on a bench, trying to capture the landscape in front…
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Write What You Don’t Know: A Writer’s Experience in India
The taxi jolted us headfirst into the bustle of New Delhi, the swell and billow of rainbow-coloured silks, sweet oils cracking through the smoky air and a shimmer of grey heat rising to meet the dusty sun. These were the sorts of things I’d only ever encountered between the comforting fug of book pages and…
Natalie Ann Holborow 