I’ve just got back from spending five days in the company of a lovely bunch of fellow writers. I’m exhausted! I was lucky enough to get on to a course at Arvon in Hebden Bridge on writing for games, run by David Varela and Jon Ingold.
Amazing place – once lived in by Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath (and yes I did make the pilgrimage to her grave nearby) and now a house full of photo portraits of all the writers who have tutored the residential courses.
What a week!
I’ve come home with a head full of ideas and under strict instruction to not be hesitant about calling ourselves writers.
So. I write, therefore I am a writer.