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The Pearls of Age – dammit Perils!

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A very good friend of mine once scared the shit out of me in a way that friends should not do.  She told me that there is an uncharted moment in life that boasts no herald and no fanfare but at which you have aged so much, you now like the smell of lavender.  I have never heard anything so horrifying and since that day I make sure that I smell lavender at least once a month to make sure I still hate it and my youth is intact.  It’s a bit like the ridiculous tests you do when you are 19 … Continue reading The Pearls of Age – dammit Perils!

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Photography? Not so much!

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Yes.  Not one of my talents but hopefully this will give you some idea of our writer’s room.   I do appreciate that I am going to have to practice.  Ho hum. OK.  I am getting the hang of this…wait for it… I think there is another – gosh this is exciting but it still doesn’t really show how fab this facility is…hang on… Continue reading Photography? Not so much!

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Creative Writing Week Three: Life Writing and Practice Class Exercise: A Memoir

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Our life writing class this week looked at memoir versus fiction – yes James Frey came up!  We were given first page extracts and had to decide if we thought they were fiction, memoir or creative non-fiction.  Interestingly my initial litmus test was not to scrutinise style or level of detail although that did follow, but to ask myself am I bored?  If the answer was yes then it was a memoir!  I think I can confidently wave good-bye to any future as a literary expert/agent. We were then asked to do some life writing, a memoir and I shall … Continue reading Creative Writing Week Three: Life Writing and Practice Class Exercise: A Memoir

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Somebody always beats me to it!

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I have been cauldron stirring a black, black bile-piece about cyclists  (an evil we can eradicate if we put our minds and backs into it), for years now and Carol Midgely has piqued me at the post. I am aware that there are two kinds of cyclists on the road – those that have read the highway code and view themselves as road users, and those who are utter bastards and deserve to be driven over.  This latter group are the ones that pay no attention to lane marking, that coast along without pedalling allowing a major back-up of traffic … Continue reading Somebody always beats me to it!