A couple of weeks trundled by and then I received a phone call asking if I’d like to meet at a possible venue called simply: The Shop.
You’d think that it wasn’t a very imaginative name and you’d be right. Because when I arrived I saw that it was much more than just a shop. It was a large space filled with tables and two leather sofas with little rooms firing off here and there. It also sold tea and cakes.
I was a little early so I checked out the here and there rooms and discovered that they were in fact spaces for folk to show off whatever the hell they wanted. There was a room for photography, another for showing a sixties theme and so on. There was even a room for toilets. Which was splendid as I needed to pee.
Becky arrived and proceeded to ask what I thought about utilising the space for creative writing. I thought it was a splendid idea, as there was a good vibe from the place. She then told me that she would set up another meeting where we would meet the proprietor and some folk who wanted to get involved if I came up with a name and designed the fliers.
I left feeling optimistic and went to work that afternoon.