Newcastle Adventure: Day 4 and 5
RIGHT. Two whole days have flown by again and I haven’t written at length about things that will make you jealous! This must be rectified! ASAP!
Well, Saturday began with breakfast, as all good Saturdays should. Sian and I are good at breakfast; we intend to make a habit of it in Brisbane. Then we headed off to a panel called “Writing Revenge” which was about writers writing to get back at others, and …
Oh my god can I just interrupt to say that the pub downstairs is currently getting Rickrolled? This is the best.
… sorry, return to normal programming. Yeah, writing for revenge was really interesting. There was an author there who had written fiction that included characters based on his real life in not very good lights. And there was someone there who works as an editor on sport biographies who spoke about having to remove really petty, damning stuff by sports stars wanting to settle the score. Loved it.
Then it was on to cupcakes, at a cupcake store Samara would flippin love, and then a catch up with my mentor by the ocean. Kalyan is pretty amazing. She gave me heaps of advice about writing – how to not hate it, how to gain inspiration, places I should sit when I’m writing and things to try. Some of the stuff that really stuck with me includes: “write for yourself, if other people like it – great”, “stories come from people” and “write with rhythm”. We’re going to keep in contact via the internets.
Then I thought I had to volunteer but I didn’t so I went to “NYWF saves Australian TV in an hour”, a panel that had Alex on it, as well as Dom Knight from the Chaser and Lawrence Leung and an awesome guy called Mark Sutton who also hosted the cryptic crossword thing. I don’t know that they necessarily saved Aussie TV, but it was entertaining and an interesting insight into the many different ways someone can go about writing for TV. The place was packed, it was probably the most popular thing I’ve been to here.
Then Alex was on another panel, “Comedy writing: tough crowd” about writing comedy collaboratively. I found this to be one of the most inspiring events I’ve been to here. I really want to take a lot of the stuff I learned at that panel and apply it to making something awesome on my return home. Lots of stuff they said clarified for me why BUGfarce worked so well last year, and also how I could have done it even better. So stay tuned, who knows what might come out of what I learnt there.
Then it was home again home again jiggity jig to get ready for the ball! I decided to walk home, which was a mistake, it’s much further than I thought. But I did get to see the reason why all the streets were suddenly closed: there was a float parade. I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen one before. The floats were a bit odd, and one of them was actually just a ute with an umbrella on it, but still, floats!
I’m pretty proud of my costume, slap-dash as it was, and the hat totally made it!
The ball was a lot of fun. I drank too much and danced a lot – I taught Celeste how to do that foot dance thing we used to do at school? Does anyone remember what I’m talking about? Because I didn’t even realise I remembered until I was slapping my feet against hers. That sounds… stranger than I meant it to.
Also a list was compiled of words that need to be used more regularly in daily life:
The band, Shanghai, was pretty great, and so was the first DJ. For my rant about the second DJ please refer to my tweets at about 2am this morning QLD time.
Oh yes, that’s right. When I got in, drunk and freezing, I remembered to change my phone to an hour later, making it suddenly 2am instead of 1am. I then stayed up for an hour, I’m not sure why or what I was doing (mostly just tweeting about the DJ, I suppose) but there you go.
I got up much earlier than I would have liked thanks to agreeing to volunteer and the wonders of daylight savings. My vollie shift was long, and covered in rain, but good. It was much the same as the other night – go to a venue, dump equipment, realise we’re missing something, go get it, come back, set up, go somewhere else, repeat. My Midnight Beast hoodie bore the brunt of the downpour but by the time I finished I was exhausted and shivering, and still hungover so I had a little lie down back at my room. I’m not really sure why I was surprised that this resulted in me sleeping through the spelling bee, but I was quite surprised indeed! I’m quite upset I missed it, because I’m sure I could have done a great job, maybe even been a finalist, but sometimes the best word of all to spell is nap.
I went and met people that I know and ate a lemon tart in a house looking over the ocean, while watching Australia’s Next Top Model. Then we headed to the Writer Wants a Wife finale. Brilliant stuff. Alex asked me to guest blog about it, so I will link to that when she uploads it. Linkety Link
There was a bit of a sad parting of the ways after that, as some people are leaving in the morning. I shall be quite sad to return to reality myself, really. This has been the best time I’ve had in ages. Equal parts exciting, fun, new, inspiring, challenging, silly and awesome. This has been the year of trying new things, and short of completing the challenge “go skydiving” this is probably going to be the biggest new thing I try all year. I made the decision to come here because I wrote a vaguely emotional tweet about needing to escape my own life, which Alex, someone I’d never met, responded with “www.thisisnotart.org - do it” or something similar. A spontaneous, crazy decision that has turned out better than I could possibly have hoped. I’m definitely coming back next year, without a doubt. Coming with?
