Events

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. […]

Tuesday evening at Fulham Library felt like dissecting the architecture of storytelling itself. The third person workshop gathered twelve writers around tables that had seen countless creative struggles, and I found myself examining my own narrative choices with fresh skepticism. The session centered on mastering distance – that delicate balance between intimacy and objectivity that

I’m looking forward to attending the Fulham Library Creative Writing Group on Tuesday, July 2nd at 6:30 PM, where we’ll be exploring the craft of third person narrative — both limited and omniscient perspectives in past tense. Following on from May’s session, this month’s focus offers perfect timing for my current project revisions. The group

On June 21st, I joined the “Shut up and Write” session at Waterstones Piccadilly’s 5th View cafe — a beautifully simple concept that reminded me why writing thrives in community silence. There’s something profound about sitting among strangers, all bent over laptops and notebooks, united by the quiet intensity of creation. No critiques, no sharing,

Yesterday’s protest poetry workshop at The Feminist Library reminded me why poetry remains one of our most urgent forms of resistance. Phoebe created a space where vulnerability met activism, where personal voice became political statement. The two-hour session explored how poetry transforms individual experience into collective power. We examined how line breaks can mirror the

On June 10th, 2025, I hosted “Poetry Evening with Anastasia Dubinina” at Queen Mary University — an intimate exploration of what happens when Russian memory collides with English present, creating something entirely new in the collision. This wasn’t just a poetry reading; it was a conversation about linguistic resistance and cultural reclamation. As I shared

Join me on June 10th at QMUL Arts One for an evening exploring poetry as cultural translation. Reserve your spot here. What happens when you write about London in Russian, then translate your own nostalgia into English? When the fog of a Brighton morning carries echoes of Petersburg snow? Poetry becomes archaeology—digging through layers of

Sunday mornings in Hampstead carry a particular quality of quiet anticipation. At Waterstones on the High Street, the “Write Together” session transformed the bookshop’s familiar browsing space into something more intimate—a temporary writing sanctuary where strangers gathered to work in companionable silence. The format proved refreshingly straightforward. No forced introductions or prescribed exercises, just the

Next Saturday I’ll be at Fulham Library’s Creative Writing Group, and the timing feels deliberate. I’ve been working on several pieces that need fresh eyes—particularly a short story set in London’s underground stations and some experimental poetry exploring urban isolation themes. Writing groups offer something you can’t extract from solitary work: immediate reaction to your

Last night’s panel at King’s College left me with more questions than answers—which feels appropriate given the subject matter. As the speakers dissected AI’s impact on literature, I found myself thinking about the uncanny parallels between machine-generated text and the mysterious letters that drive my novel “Anonymous Letters.” Dr Collett’s observation about AI’s “convincing mimicry”