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Whatever Works For Your Writing – Do It!

Sometimes you do your best writing in bed. Give yourself permission to do this.

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When I was writing for Fair City I used to lie in bed in the mornings running a scene over and over in my head until it was perfect, and then get up and write it down. My partner at the time used to ask when I was getting up, and laughed when I said I was thinking. I wondered if I was kidding myself until I got speaking to another writer on the series who said she did the exact same thing.

I remembered all this this morning when I was having a lie in. During this lie in I wrote a blog, a course outline, some tweets, this post and the answer to a question that’s been bothering me for a long time. Now that’s what I call a lie in.

Whatever works for you – do it!

PS During my lie in I also got this in a dream – God does not always come in lightning strikes but in a series of small kisses. You can replace God with the Muse, Inspiration, writing angel, whatever – just grab those kisses when they come.

 

 

 

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Heartfelt Writing Weekend

I’m running a Heartfelt Writing Weekend Workshop on 23rd and 24th January. This weekend will focus on how to write in a way that connects with other people, reaching into the deepest level of their being. This heartfelt writing has the power to change people’s lives. We will explore practical writing techniques from this deeper perspective.

We will also look at tools to break through your self doubt and blocks, so you can get writing and stay writing.

Beautiful words and an understanding of craft are not enough – the substance under the words is what matters.

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Over the weekend we’ll look at how to:

– be a heartfelt witness to life, so you’re overflowing with ideas that you are passionate about.

– create characters who leap off the page with their fire, passion and humanity.

– focus on the essential essence of every story – making your character go on a heartfelt, inner emotional journey of change.

– capture a living thing. How to shape, edit and polish without making the final work lifeless.

– stay wild and free during the writing process, finding the courage to say what you need to say and therefore the freedom to inspire people to change.

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For those who don’t know me, I’m a poet with two published collections and an award winning screenwriter and playwright. I won the Claddagh Film Script Award, the BBC Writersroom Undercover competition and I’ve had two plays and a short film produced. I was a writer for two years on RTE’s flagship drama, Fair City, and the award winning teen drama Seacht. I also spent eight years working as a BBC script editor, five years as a freelance journalist and I have a Masters in Creative Writing.

I wrote my first poem at the age of eight but stopped writing when a teacher praised my poem but said I could never have written something so good and it must have been copied. The humiliation and criticism stopped me writing for the next fifteen years. Self doubt and fear of ridicule can block all writers, often for years, and I’m passionate about helping writers get their work into the world and not waste precious time.

Whether you’re writing a novel, screenplay, poetry, graphic novel or play, this weekend will help you approach your work in a fresh and deeper way.

The workshop will take place in the beautiful and calming environment at The White Feather, 7 North Street, Belfast, BT1 1NH. Free tea and coffee provided.

Booking is essential as places are limited to ten.

Dates: Saturday 23rd and Sunday 24th January.

Times: 11am-5pm

Cost; £120. £30 deposit secures your place.

Email me at info@deirdrecartmill.com if you’d like to book a place or find out more.

If you can’t make the workshop but are interested in my one to one mentoring programme, drop me an email and we can arrange to have a chat about it or jump on a Skype call.

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Poetry NI Summer Reading

I’m really looking forward to reading at the Poetry NI Summer Reading at the Crescent Arts Centre on 27th August.

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I’ll be reading alongside a great mix of established names and exciting new voices – Maria McManus, Chris Agee, Ruth Carr, Kelly Creighton, Matt Kirkham, Geraldine O’Kane and Lynda Tavakoli. The night will be hosted by Colin Dardis and starts at 7.30pm.

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Interview in The Honest Ulsterman

I’m delighted with this lovely interview with me by Jim Meredith that features in the new issue of the Honest Ulsterman magazine.

http://www.humag.co/features/deirdre-cartmill

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Free Poetry Workshops

I’m facilitating a free poetry writing workshop on Love Poetry on Valentines Day 14th Feb in Belfast City Library from 11am-2.30pm. If you’re not in the mood for Valentines don’t let it put you off. Love your gran, love your cat, love chocolate – if you’ve got a passion for it, come and write about it. Booking essential – email belfast.central@librariesni.org.ukHeart

I’m also facilitating a poetry workshop back home in Tyrone in Omagh Library on Sat 21 Feb, 11.00am – 2.30pm. Booking essential – email omagh.library@librariesni.org.uk

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Reading from The Return of the Buffalo

Here’s a video of me reading some poems from my latest book The Return of the Buffalo. Hope you enjoy.

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May 15, 2014 · 2:52 pm

For My Dad

My dad would have been 76 yesterday. As I head up to Laurel Villa in Magherafelt to read this Saturday 12th April, on the eve of what would have been Seamus Heaney’s 75th birthday, I want to share one of my poems for my dad which was inspired by Digging:

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My dad spent the day ferrying the dead to the barrack’s makeshift morgue.
His bloodstained nails fleshed out the truth behind the first tense headlines.

In a daze, he decommissioned his paramedic uniform,
dumped jacket, shirt, socks, trousers, even his shoes in our kitchen bin.

He smashed the lid down hard, lashed out, until the tears crashed over
the no-man’s-land of his eyes. Powerless, I watched him surrender to his cries.

I’d spent that day firing words at a blank page, trying to breathe life
into their dead weight. I surveyed my cache of notebooks, suddenly aware

my vision was useless to this man who gave life back to the dying.

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