Now, it is possible that my experience of going on a Writing for Children course at the Lumb Bank Arvon Centre, was unusual. It is possible that I am prone to exaggeration. It is also possible that I live a very sheltered writerly life in my loft with only my keyboard for company, and I succumbed to ‘Writers' Euphoria’ in the presence of seventeen other children’s authors. But I don’t think so. Because I wasn’t the only author who had tears in her eyes as we said our farewells on the last morning. Some authors even threatened a ‘sit in’, but were encouraged by the lovely staff to, ‘Go home!’

So, why didn’t we want to leave?

Could it have been the accommodation and setting?

Lumb Bank is a wonderful old building perched on the side of a hill near Hebden Bridge. The isolation and fantastic scenery make you think you are in another world, completely cut off from your normal life.
The room we worked, and ate in, had a huge table, big enough for eighteen to sit around comfortably, from which there were fantastic views out over the valley. There were lots of comfy sofas in the sitting room, and the barn conversion, and we were encouraged to treat the place as our own for the week. Which we did.

The bedrooms are deliberately furnished sparsely. This is not the Hilton, or even a Premier Inn, in fact one student referred to her room on first viewing as ‘a pokey hole’ but had to be dragged kicking and screaming out of said ‘pokey hole’ on the last morning. My room was probably the biggest as it was an annex for a disabled person, and carer, with wet room etc. (Before you wonder, no, I am not disabled.) It can be cold up there and organisers recommend warm clothing – they even provide hot water bottles.

All in all I would describe the centre as homely, and very relaxing. But I’m not sure that’s why we didn’t want to leave.

So, maybe it was the tutors?

I don’t know if we were just lucky but our tutors were extremely supportive, non-judgemental and generous with their time. And as well as running (and participating in) the workshops, they both held a one-to-one session with each author to discuss work we’d brought with us. They are prolific authors: Malachy Doyle writes a range of books from picture books (The Dancing Tiger, When a Zeeder met a Xyder), to teen fiction (Georgie and Who is Jessie Flood) with Julia Golding writes for older children Cat Royal, Companion Quartet, and Darcy Lock. You can see the full range at their websites:

www.malachydoyle.co.uk
www.juliagolding.co.uk
www.juliagolding.co.uk
(after you’ve finished reading my article.)

Then we had the fabulous David Almond as guest speaker who oozed calmness and confidence and treated everyone as if they had already reached their goal of becoming authors of children’s fiction. (I was so pleased to hear it had taken him twenty years to get that first book published; not for him, such a shame for him to have to wait all that
time but for me, it meant that I didn’t have to feel despondent for at
least another ten years!) He was inspirational. But I’m not sure that
was it either.

So, was it the structure of the day?

Slaving over a hot workshop from 9.30 till 12.30. Lunch, then time out to write, walk, think (doze), chat, read, (doze) chill until 7pm. Sit around the huge table and eat the tasty concoction created by today’s group of volunteer chefs (more about cooking later), drink wine, then an evening activity of readings by the tutors or guest speaker. There was the possibility of a night out at the pub but we changed this to an evening of ‘Interview the Author’ that I was delighted to host. I would like to thank the tutors for their openness in answering such in-depth questions as ‘Reliant Robin or Bicycle?’ and ‘What is your favourite six syllable word?’ (Thank you to Clare for those two suggestions!) Very enlightening.

Or, was it the food?

The food was delicious. Help yourself to breakfast of cereal, toast, or fruit. Lunch was laid out by the staff – lots of cheeses, meats, breads, salad, etc. Plus cake. Then we had a rota for cooking the evening meal. We signed up into groups of four; each group washed up one night and cooked the next. All of the ingredients were provided, along with very clear instructions, and a member of staff was on hand to advise and rectify any disasters. I still think my chocolate pudding could have done with five minutes longer though.

So, was it the workshops?

Julia and Malachy’s brief seemed to be to help us become writers in general, not just writers of children’s fiction. To help us to find our voice and to challenge us to think in different ways. To say I was nervous of producing work on demand would be an understatement, and to say I was alone in my stammering and heart racing would be a lie. But watching the confidence of the group growing, watching the trust developing, listening to seventeen other voices producing seventeen different responses to identical tasks was amazing. It sent out a clear message – your best writing will be written in your own voice. So let it out.

Speaking of confidence – we were told at the initial, ‘Hello, Welcome to Lumb Bank, Have a Large Piece of Cake', meeting, that on the last night we would all perform one piece of work from the week. There were big gasps of horror and the blood drained from many faces. By the time Friday came, we were moaning and complaining – Only one! Are you sure? I have at least three! I was not the only one to release my inner exhibitionist, let me tell you, and that was before the wine!

And also speaking of confidence – people laughed at my work. Which was brilliant! As an author of funny fiction it was a relief to know that I was hitting some funny bones. Excellent.

Maybe that was it then. Or maybe it was the students.
It started out well. Lots of smiles. Lots of, ‘Where have you come from? Really? All that way? And what about you? Really? All that way. Gosh.’ And then it just got better and better. I can honestly say I have never laughed so much in one week in my entire life. It was a girls only group, apart from Malachy, and people bonded over writing, bonded over walking, bonded over books, bonded over wine, bonded over their personal histories, their children, their goals, their future. We were so bonded there was no need for glue. And we have kept in touch through an email group - friends are meeting up all over the place: Paris, York and Edinburgh and, soon, Newcastle.

Was it worth the money?

Definitively. Although I have to admit, I got a grant and didn’t pay the full amount. But I quizzed those who had said it was worth every penny.

Would I go on another? – just let me pack my bag!

So, I think it was the whole package, the whole Lumb Bank Experience that took a group of wannabes and sent them back out into the world with the following message - Find out why you want to write. Find out what you want to write. Find out who you are writing for - and write!