July 2025

Wednesday evening at Bat & Ball Covent Garden proved more enlightening than anticipated. Stepping into the London Sci-Fi/Fantasy Authors community felt like entering parallel literary universe – familiar creative struggles expressed through completely different artistic vocabulary. The social atmosphere surprised me. Rather than hardcore genre discussion, conversations centred on universal writer challenges: character development, pacing, […]

Tomorrow evening brings opportunity to venture outside my usual literary circles. The London Sci-Fi/Fantasy Authors Summer Social at Bat & Ball Covent Garden represents territory I rarely explore, but perhaps that’s exactly why it intrigues me. The casual gathering welcomes both aspiring and published writers to share ideas and discuss their creative journeys. Whilst my

Yesterday’s session at Fulham Library Creative Writing Group brought unexpected validation. I decided to share a new poem, translating it myself during the workshop rather than preparing beforehand. The spontaneous translation process revealed layers in my work I hadn’t previously noticed. The workshop leader’s response caught me off guard. She described my piece as ‘excellent

Thursday evening at The Roasting Shed reminded me why I both love and fear reading aloud. Standing there with my pages, facing an audience that actually listened, I felt that familiar mix of vulnerability and exhilaration that only live poetry can create. The space itself helped – industrial but warm, with people genuinely engaged rather

Thursday brings opportunity to test written work against live audience at The Roasting Shed. Their Poetry Open Mic promises community and poetic exchange in what organizers describe as warm, inclusive environment for sharing creativity. The format welcomes both seasoned poets and first-time readers. Coffee and wine available while waiting to approach the microphone. Open mic

Saturday morning at 5th View delivered the familiar rhythm I’ve come to appreciate from these writing sessions. Twelve writers scattered across cafe tables, laptops glowing, notebooks open, maintaining the unspoken agreement that keeps me returning – no words exchanged about craft or content. The format remains refreshingly stripped down. No introductions beyond names. No sharing.