What can YOU say in six sentences?
It’s not exactly plagiarism, not at all in fact, but at times it gives rise to concern that I am little more than a sponge.
The T10 prompt arrives around midday in Britain and if my memory serves me well (and it doesn’t always, so I have to resort to pen and paper) I carry it to lunch where reading is as essential as the inevitable cheese sandwich and an apple.
Yesterday I had ‘wind, wallow, white’ in my head and Melissa Kite’s weekly ‘Real life’ column in the Spectator to read - a self-deprecatory snappy journalistic-style rant. What I then wrote was more reportage than story, albeit in my typical convoluted sentence style, beginning with winding sheets and digressing therefrom.
I even posted it, but after half an hour I took it down again and two hours later read the last chapter of A L Kennedy’s ‘So I am glad’. Her writing style is one I ever aspire to (without knowing how she does it) but just a chapter was sufficient to re-jig my writing style brain (app? pattern? template?) and I continued with Colin and Daisy's tale.