But then … I’ve always thought underpasses were spooky.

Well here’s a last-minute announcement. This Sunday the 7th of October I will be making a brief appearance at Illicit Ink‘s Writegeist event  here in Edinburgh. The fun starts at 8pm down at the Bongo Club and it’s free. I’ll be on the stage at some point giving you a taste of the spooky underpass experience.

When Words Collide

Illicit Ink in their own words are:

Illicit Ink run awesome spoken word shows. Themes such as faeries, time, monsters and murder have inspired a mischievous mix of dark and witty fiction, with each show hosting a fresh lineup of both new and established performing writers.

Tonight they have organised an event called When Words Collide. There will be some local writers showing off various space themed works. Here’s their promotional poster which I think is great!

I’m doing a short spot at this event tonight. I would have given more notice except I wasn’t sure if I would be able to make it.

Now I am sure.

So I will be there.

If you’re in the area and you’re free, you should be there too.

Also; this event is being held at The Bongo Club. This venue is yet another local arts venue under threat of closure.  The current trend is to replace these with yet more dull generic chain bars. There is a petition – sign it!

Spoken Blindly in a poetical way

Every month (roughly every 2nd Monday), at the Blind Poet here in Edinburgh, there’s a spoken word event called Blind Poetics.  It’s a mixture of poetry and spoken word from the local writing groups*.  It’s only been going a couple of months but I’ve been enjoying myself there.  In fact, so much that I did took a spoken word slot and read my short story The Equation.  It seemed to go down well  and I hope to do another – probably in August during the Fringe.


* This is Edinburgh so there’s a few.

Spoken Words in the Frozen North

Poets seem to have all the luck*.  They have regular performance events where they can stand up and introduce an audience to their work.  Not so prose.  It seems that the art of storytelling has lost the telling part – unless you have a bunch of books under your belt.  I was honoured to be included in the line-up for the Wee Red Gig.

The event was held in the Wee Red Bar at the Edinburgh College of Art which is a small place just off the central courtyard of the ECA complex.  After having my satchel searched by the obligatory Small Angry Man (who was very polite).  This is   all we had:  a mike to talk into and some lights shining in our faces.  It was great.  I’m glad my own work went down well.  All of the other stories were of a high standard and I was impressed with the range of styles (writing and performance) that were on show.  The Writers Bloc guys  were their usual professional selves and I have to thank them for giving me the opportunity to get up there and introduce my work to a new audience.  My only regret was forgetting to bring a camera and recording the entire show.

Next Time…

* Though I am told that poetry isn’t as popular as it used to be and it’s damn hard to make any money in it.