#Swanwick70 - Day 5
I attended a short course on writing Erotic Fiction earlier this week. Some very ‘interesting’ pieces of writing were shared during the workshop. But I will not be repeating them here in this blogpost.
I shan’t reveal the bawdy words to the parody version of an old music hall song which, and at their request, I was tricked into reading out loud to a table of old ladies.
Nor shall I record the conversation tonight in the bar which caused such raucous laughter.
None of these things can ever be spoken of.
It’s all censored.
Because, of course, what happens in Swanwick must stay in Swanwick.