I cannot remember a time when I didn’t like the physicality of writing but I didn’t think I had anything to write about.
Then I enrolled on a Creative Writing course and discovered the ways.
Writing from life, your place in history, autobiographical poetry, autofiction, journaling, psychogeography…. all those delicious indulgences, it was all allowed and encouraged.
This year (2016) we’re writing to a genre and the stories are getting longer!
A word about the blog’s title
Yammer and yammering come from the O.E. geomrian with a side swipe from the Dutch jammeren and means to lament, to wail, to express a yearning.
In the early days of life writing it felt as if I was doing a lot of that… but I was simply learning that you cannot write without yourself being in there somewhere; and I was learning to talk about myself without a cringe.
Blogging is an extension of that: it feels like increasing the cringe-potential of your life by turning it into public prose.
I got over the first – I expect I’ll get over the second!
I feel greatly encouraged by C.J.Cherryh’s
“It is perfectly okay to write garbage – as long as you edit brilliantly.
That will be the challenge before I let anything loose on here! 🙂
And in all this, I owe a huge debt of gratitude to Petra McQueen whose skillful and good-humoured encouragement helped me to find the ways!