Changing Locations, The Laureate Years & Nigel
This week I had an interesting dilemma in my daily writing practise. I had to shift the location of a story I was busy writing. It's to be set in 1939 and I badly wanted the action to take place in the same part of London, down in the shadow of the Tower, as one I've just finished - but that was set 100 years earlier. However, there are some parts of the world that have just changed too much. The people I wanted to write about would not have lived in dear old Griffin's Wharf in 1939. So Walthamstow it is, then. Photo by Jennifer Pittam I was charmed this week to be invited to a book launch on Zoom. Mel Wardle Woodend was the 'Staffordshire Laureate' during Covid Lockdown, and one of several touchstones for me during that awful time. I had been used to mixing with other writers in person; evening classes at the City Lit, writing groups, a talk and a glass of wine in Daunt's Bookshop. All that ended abruptly in March 2020 of course, and when I saw an advert ...