A New Talk

Instead of wasting time on twitter I am spending the rest of the day writing a new talk. Most local groups have now heard me speak on my life and works so I am creating a new talk on Sussex in Fiction. This gives me the opportunity to show the two different ways Sussex can be used in novels, either absolutely accurately, as in the books of Peter James, or as an inspiration as used by Simon Brett. The more I look into the writing of Sussex authors the more crime stories I find. Of course, there are also historical romances, like those of Pam Weaver. I have been buying books and taking some out of the library so that I can quote from each author. The most interesting part will be if the listeners can identify places that are not named in the books. It’s easy enough in my books when I don’t name the town but do say it has a pier, a hospital, a Leisure Centre and is near the Downs!

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The Charity Gig results

I’m hoping I can find a good photo to put with this post. The charity gig for St Barnabas House Hospice in Worthing raised £200 and I now have some pictures of some of the musicians and readers but I am going to try to show you the lady who won the lucky ticket prize –  a funny bear clutching a bottle of red wine. Some of my photos won’t come on and I don’t know why. Here goes!

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Writing a talk

No more poems at present as I am researching Sussex Writers for my 2019 talks at Womens’ Institute meetings.

After talking for about two dozen times on my life and works I thought I should branch out and introduce people to other local writers, old and new but this involves reading about their lives as well as sampling their books so it is taking time. Thank goodness for the internet or it would be a much harder job.

My story for the competition has been posted and, as usual I thought of ways to improve it after it had gone. Never mind, it was a free one!

This weekend is all parties and Christmas lunches. It seems early. I haven’t done my Christmas shopping yet. The weather has been unpredictable so we are beginning to hibernate. I did buy a Christmas wreath for the front door but it isn’t up yet.WP_20161214_001

Planning ahead

Still not writing, but I am planning. First we have the UK Southern Book Show in October and I have to give a ten minute talk, then we have a charity gig in November when the Sea Scribes and the Friends of St Barnabas in Worthing are combining to entertain with stories, poems and songs. Although my singing is atrocious I have been trying to learn a song to sing at the folk club we attend , on an Open Mic night.

The rest of the time I am designing posters and advertising. I don’t have a publishing package so I do it on Open Office. I really should get some more book marks done, or at least, some up to date business cards.

I’ll try to load up one of my recent efforts.

A Bend in the Lane flyer

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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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