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I sat at the front by accident — and found my voice
A story about fear, creativity and speaking up
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The Workshop
I almost didn’t go, after all, the “How To Create a Protagonist” writers’ workshop at my local bookstore, was only an hour long, and at the very reasonable price of £3. There was not a lot to be lost in chickening out.
The sitting at the front thing, well, that wasn’t in my plan either.
True to character I arrived early and was welcomed in by the author, a very successful crime writer.
When I booked to attend, I imagined being seated on a comfortable sofa amongst other like-minded souls — my thought being I’d be able to blend in unobtrusively.
Held in the coffee shop above the bookstore it turned out that seating would be at individual tables of two. I took the first table I saw, not knowing where the author would be standing to deliver the workshop.
That meant I was seated at the front alone, with everyone else behind me. And thanks to this quirk of seating fate, looking to the front, and not back — is that a metaphor for life? —…
