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New Direction

I've been blogging as 'gaelikaa' on Blogger for three years, and I still am.  But as I'm getting back into writing again and, you could say, developing a writing life, I am going to make this my 'writing blog'.  Is there really any need?

My old blog 'gaelikaa' now renamed 'Out of Ireland, Into India' deals with my expat life.  My more recent blog 'gaelikaa's diary' is something similar, albeit with shorter posts.  The stuff I want to  blog about here has no place on either of those blogs.  I actually started this blog to participate in a blogging meme organised by Elizabeth Harper, 'Tell Me A Story Tuesdays'.   When Elizabeth left, Judy Harper and I continued it for a while as Tuesday Morning Writings.  I loved that activity, it got my writing life started.  Again.

I'm a member of two great online writing groups, 'Womag 2 Weekly' and 'Get It Write'.  We had a great fortnight on W2W and lots of wonderful stories. I was satisfied that my work scored well and I was very happy with the advice from my fellow writers on how to improve it.  I've got to submit that story now, preferably as soon as possible.  Now I have to work on my June post for 'Get It Write'.  I keep 'GIW' posts specifically for my non-fiction work, which makes me the odd one out in the group.  But I guess variety is the spice of life, so it's okay.

One of the hardest things I have had to learn is to stop being so long-winded.  I have to slash everything I write into pieces.  No one has the time to read long pieces nowadays.  If you don't grab your reader at the outset, you've lost them.

So with this in mind, I'm plunging into my next assignment....and of course there are my studies as well.  Final exams in December.  Must get on with it.  It would be nice to get the BA in English finished....

This post originally appeared on Write Away on WordPress on 24/5/2010

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