Sun dappled sandstone, legions of literary luminaries and writers both committed and eager: such was the aura of Chipping Norton when I arrived at their recent Literary Festival. I was greeted in the Green Room by a brace of organisers who escorted me to my venue – the delightful Old Mill Cafe – where a throng of learners awaited. True, the below stairs venue was short on space. Nevertheless it oozed a satisfyingly intimate atmosphere. Tips, hints, advice, guidance, handouts; I resisted not in sharing. Yet, oh, how quickly time passes. For I’d barely clarified The 3 E’s when it was time to despatch my audience, safe in the knowledge that they were now fully equipped to tease a morsel of mirth from the most laughter challenged reader.
A number of other teaching commitments are also entered in my leather bound diary: a further Humour Writing workshop at the forthcoming Chalfont St Giles Literary Festival; and an imminent visit to Harpenden Writing group where I will also discuss my work and answering numerous questions.
Meantime the Festival Director of Thame Literary Festival, having invited me back for a third successive year, is thrilled with my workshop proposal. Oh, and my latest course – Inspiration to Write – is both fully subscribed and a third of the way through its tenure.
Honestly, it’s a wonder I have time to write these days. But, of course, I must remember to put my own rules into practise . . .