There were thousands of jelly fish in the cockle pond this morning, a swarm of them. I’ve written a lot about them. I’ve also written a lot about the photographs I’ve taken this week. I’ve also written a lot about the birds. I’ve enjoyed writing about them. But I don’t think the writing has been very good.
Is it because the writing is quite shallow? By which I mean I am writing about subjects and saying where, when and how I took them, and how much I enjoyed taking them, but there is no detail about the individual subjects. Also, if I repeatedly photograph them, do I need to increase the story each time?
I’ve written in the past (not too long ago) about my attendance on a creative writing course at St Vincents College a couple of years ago. At the time that I didn’t really want to write fiction. The course was aimed at creative fiction writers, and there were some that were very good. But I don’t think my brain works like that.
Earlier this week, I happened to google about writing creative non-fiction. There is loads of stuff, videos on youtube. Also a whil ago, I wrote about needing to put more feeling in to my writing, perhaps that means being more descriptive in what I am writing.
There’s a long weekend ahead. At weekends, I use my big camera. I’m going to try and get out for walks. I’ll try to be more expressive. In my writings.
Sorry, this is another post of me whining about feeble I am at doing what I want to do. Rather than being feeble, and whinny why don’t I try and do something about it?