This painting of Lumb Bank was hanging in my room
Just got back from Ted Hughes' house on Lumb Bank five days with 16 other writers interested in writing for teenagers - 16 rather GOOD writers, I hasten to add. One of my fellow students was 17 years old, still a teenager herself, possibly the next Zadie Smith if she decides this is her thing.
I thought Lumb Bank was in the Yorkshire Dales but it turned out it was just East of Manchester, up the M1 and turn left, through Halifax and up some hilly bits. Miriam drove (thanks Miri!).
We were told to look out for these benches at the top of a little lane
We stopped for pictures before winding our way down the hill.
This was the bit of the house looking down a hill at a magnificent view, with disused mills, woods, and a river.
I had room number one at the top of the stairs.
Malorie and Melvin.
We sat around a massive table
View outside door as we worked on a rare sunny day.
Malorie made ALL of us read, recalling one tutor's sage words in the early days when she was reluctant to share her work :
Tutor: Malorie do you want to be a writer?
Malorie: More than anything else in the world.
Tutor: Well You’ve got to shit or get off the pot.
The sunshine on the day we arrived turned out to be a red herring. The heavens poured throughout the week. On the few hours when there was no rain, some of us managed to go for walks and visit the nearby village of Heptonstall where Sylvia Plath is buried in a sad, untended plot adorned with tacky souvenirs from her fans.
A rare sunny day.
The Village of Heptonstall.
Ancient tombstones laid out in the churchyard.
Sylvia Plath's headstone. (my camera mysteriously switched to monochrome)
It was a heady week for me. I'd been deep in the mangle of making a living and writing had not been coming easily. Melvin and Malorie opened my rusty tap and allowed the words to flow.
It poured again on the way home.
Never mind the rain, my homecoming with all the children tumbling all over the bed was fantastic.
My suitcase was several books heavier after the trip. And I take heart from these words of encouragement from Melvin.
Slushpilers go to Arvon!
Love the pictures...sounds like a great course. Can you tell us any more about the content?
ReplyDeletehi keren! yup ... i thought i'd get the scenery out of the way first. there is probably a month's worth of blogging content in that course!
ReplyDeleteLooks like a fantastic week. I 'm looking forward to to the future posts about it too.
ReplyDeleteLooks great - I'm very jealous. Ditto looking forward to the future posts.
ReplyDeleteYou didn't have the same room as I had, then,
ReplyDeleteWas very tempted by this course, until I reminded myself that I don't intend to write children's fiction.
One thing I've always wondered about Arvon (not that there's a chance in hell that I could actually do a course) is how much time you get to do your own writing. Or is it all classroom/socialising?
ReplyDeleteWell, this was a tutoring week and we started at 9.30 in the morning and stopped at 1pm.
ReplyDeleteThen you had appointments with the tutors at various points in the afternoon. Supper was at 7pm ... but of course at Arvon you have to cook one of the suppers (in teams of four, to a recipe).
your team washed the dishes the night before (no dishwasher - which i have strong objections to and not just because i went on the course to get away from mine!).
after supper most evenings there was something on - one evening M&M read from their books and discussed them, another evening, Catherine Fisher came to read to us and talk about her writing, and on the last evening we all read out our own work.
Many people just came for the tutors but I'd also come to try to finish my book.
There definitely wasn't enough time to write so I took to getting up at 5 or 6 to get some writing in (I also worked late into the night). Which was cool - there was no distraction of the internet.
It was only on the last day, when the sun came out that I managed to take those pictures of Heptonstall and the surrounding countryside!
But the tutorials and the writing exercises they put us through unblocked my writing after a particularly turgid period of day-jobbing.