One of the things that happens in the Dunbar writing group is the ten minute exercise. It’s on a theme, topic, subject etc suggested by the member chairing that night’s session (we take it in turn to do that). It never ceases to amaze me that a dozen or so writers can come up with so many variations on the theme, and in such a short time. Writing, as we know, is a solitary business, and we’re a big group sitting round the same table, but somehow members manage to focus their own ideas, and produce something worthwhile, or at least the start of something worthwhile. Nobody expects a finished work to come out of such a short session, but some of my own poems owe their existence to ideas that germinated in the heat and pressure of these sessions.
Tonight’s session was inspired by an object brought in by the member, and it resulted in 14 very different pieces, some of which have real potential.
I’ve now taken down the poem for revision and probably retitling.
Another group feature is the short biography of a writer, with a brief reading. Tonight’s was David Jones – worth finding if you can.