UK readers

Wow! It seems I am read in the UK, too. I wonder if any of you like easy reading stories based in the past- not the distant past – the 1960’s. I wrote about young love and adventure in the UK in the 60’s when life seemed full of possibilities but people were basically more innocent, when girls hitchhiked alone without fear of consequences and it was possible to afford a flat share.

The book is called “A Lesson for the Teacher” which was probably a mistake as the word ‘teacher’ puts some people off. I called it that because, as a young teacher one tends to think that you know everything and it is only when you are out in the big wide world you discover how ignorant you are, especially about men!

It is probably my last novel (of six) as I have turned to drama and poetry. I’ll try to find a cover picture.

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A lesson for the Teacher cover
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Global blog

Thanks,India, France and the USA. Without you I would have almost no readers. I am having to force myself to write anything these days.

I have started a file of poems, old and new, and hopefully will attempt to write a new one for every special occasion. My Christmas one has already been published in a Sea Scribes anthology so I’ll have to try a new one. I did get an idea for an Easter one but it floated away from my memory before I had time to write it down. I don’t keep a notebook by the bed as we are advised to do – or take one out with me when I go shopping!

Then there’s Valentine’s Day, Midsummer day ( I’ve done Halloween) Guy Fawkes Day and, of course, the opportunity to do another pantomime. I do have thoughts about that but I’ll wait to see how the 2017 one is received before I start writing it. Folk might say they don’t want me to do another one.

I did once say I would not write my blog if I had nothing to impart so I may give it a rest until inspiration strikes! I’ll just try to find a picture for you. Julie.IMG_0078

Mistakes

I did it again! I clicked ‘like’ to see how many likes I had and gave myself another one by mistake! I don’t think I am on top of things at present. People I am waiting to hear from haven’t been in contact and emailing is so impersonal I don’t know quite how to prompt them. You can’t tell what their reaction to your post will be. Are they upset, bored, forgetful, disinterested, annoyed? I know it means they can read at their own convenience but I prefer talking face to face.

At present I am cheesed off with not getting answers to questions I have asked on line.I think folk get too many emails and only skim them rather than writing a reply straight away.

Not having paper copies also means I forget to reply sometimes. I have found a copy of my book packed into an envelope ready to post but without an address and I cannot remember the intended recipient. I hate getting old!

I know folk like pictures so how about this one? It is how I feel at present.

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Reading poetry

Out at the Willows folk club last night to hear a great set from Cadillac Country. I had dug out a couple of old poems in case there was time and Evette squeezed me in.

Once again I forgot to take my camera and I don’t use a smart phone so there are no pictures, suffice to say Brian Winslade and his band were brilliant, such a variety of country and 60’s numbers, including two from an almostElvis! We had a couple of Jim Reeves songs that we all joined in with and, all in all, a fun time was had by all.

The poem caused some reaction as the area I wrote about was familiar to one or two people in the audience. It was written about an incident in about 1950.

Unforgettable

The day I had the slipper’s etched for ever in my brain

That morning I’d not gone to school, I’d not do that again!

That day we had a mental test and I was scared of sums

But hiding in my own garden, now, that was really dumb!

The school alerted mother and she worried where I’d gone

But I was just behind the hedge, too frightened to go home.

They found me soon and then I felt my father’s rage and spite-

He set me down upon his knee and Spanked – to teach me right.

I never ran away again, least, not ’till I was grown

Then, goodbye old grey gas works and crowded terraced homes.

I left the old canal-side that had allotments on,

I left the streets that trolley buses one -time drove along,

I left the past behind me, as people need to do

But I’ll not forget the day that I was slippered –¬† well,would you?

 

New talk

Last night I gave my new talk, “From Manuscript to Microphone” to Worthing Friendship Centre.

This is the first time I have incorporated recordings into my speech and it felt quite odd listening instead of talking. It needed to be much longer. I had it written out but didn’t stick to the script, thinking I could add bits as I went along. It turned out I missed¬† as many parts as I added so it was still only half an hour.

Still, I did get a booking for another talk and I sold a lot of copies of the poetry anthology and a copy of the “Lane” trilogy.

It takes about five talks for me to get so familiar with the content that I can speak without notes but I may combine the two for the next session. I took a camera and forgot to ask anyone to take a photo. Pity, because I have a new stand for the books and the table looked good. I’ll have to use the old picture.

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Remembrance Sunday

Yesterday we watched the service and march past at the Cenotaph. The royals looked extra sad but the march past was excellent.

Then, in the evening, our folk club had a remembrance theme and we had a great variety of songs, from those from the American Civil War, Elvis Presley standards, through the two World Wars, to loves lost and past times remembered. We also had poems from Bryan and one that Joan had written for our poetry anthology, “Reflections, Then and Now” about her Granddad returning from the front.

It seemed a fitting way to end the weekend. I just wish there was some way of changing the style of poppy each year. We still buy some but we have a number of them in the house and soon there will be enough for one on every coat and we will have to start throwing them away. Somehow that seems a shame.

Bookmarks

New bookmarks purchased, with illustrations of book covers on, rather than my photo. While I was out I bought a display stand for the events that are coming up.I may not be writing but I shall be talking and (I hope) selling, in the next few months.My next task is to find some sketches for a spring event. I have looked on line and they just don’t seem funny. I think the secret may be to make them very local and topical but I will research Victoria Wood as she was very gifted that way. We want to mix music and words and give the takings to charity.I just hope my record player is loud enough for the hall next week as I am delivering a talk that includes recordings from the Voice of Progress. I’ll have a rehearsal as I do think having to use apparatus when public speaking is dodgy.IMG_0121