At last somebody has thanked us for the pantomime. I was hoping for some feedback and when they said it was’just brilliant’ and’made them chuckle’ I was so grateful. I’m not sure I’ll do another one, especially as I am focused on the next novel at present but it makes me feel it wasn’t a waste of time. I was really proud of the cast and they deserve to know their efforts were appreciated.
Sorry I can’t tell you about the book. I know some folk put excerpts on line as tasters but I like to feel the reader can identify with the characters and that’s impossible in a short piece.
I am looking forward to the book launch on 17th February when Elaine Hankin will have ‘Footprints on my Doorstep,’ Anne Saker will have ‘Matilda and the Waltz of Life’ and Wendy Hughes will have ‘ The A to Z of Curious Sussex;’ three very different books by excellent local authors. The venue is Heene Road Community Centre in Worthing, time- 10am to 1pm.
How I dislike being old. Maybe it isn’t age. Maybe it is just that I’m forgettable.Maybe there is something about my lifestyle that means people don’t remember me. Am I too self sufficient? Are my husband and I too exclusive? ( We don’t mean to be) Do folk think I don’t need help and encouragement? (they are wrong)
For months I put all my creative energy into writing a pantomime, casting it and recording it. Then I waited to hear what people thought of it. Did I get any feed back? One person, a friend, said they liked it. Nobody let me have a copy of it so I couldn’t let others listen to it. Copies were given to the cast at an event I couldn’t attend. I listened to it on line and it seemed OK but , oh, how I wished I had some CDs to show to people.
Eventually I asked if there were any for me. Oh no, all those that were left were thrown away! It was like having a story that I had written pulped before I could see the finished product. Everyone else had heard my baby except me! Not one of them had thought to save me a copy. I was forgotten, ancient invisibility was at work, out of sight, out of mind, the curse of the volunteer. Another example, like stay-at-home mums, that if you don’t work for pay you don’t count.
Next time I write anything – it won’t be free!
I had my first review of the audio pantomime yesterday. It was only verbal, but very welcome. I felt as if I had just published a book and wanted to know what people thought of it. The comments were very positive; the only criticism being inconsistent sound levels ( not down to me!) I am still waiting for comments on the script and the acting but it is early days yet. I’d love to do another one next year and am concerned that once Christmas is over no-one will bother to look at the website http://www.voiceofprogress.co.uk and search out December’s magazine.
Talking Newspapers are such an important resource yet they are not well known. This Littlehampton and Worthing charity deserves more exposure.
Well. I finished the fiction book first. The author is Chris Bohjalian and for most of the story I was gripped by the characters and their plight. I enjoyed the spooky house and the ‘herbalists’ but found it a little more difficult to cope with the ‘ghosts.’
I was , however, very disappointed with the ending. Why do so many writers rush the endings? I would have liked to hear the group planning how they were going to get away with what they had done and I lost empathy with the hero in the epilogue.
Now to finish the non fiction.
I haven’t seen the film and I know I have come to this late but it is the first book for a while that I have felt urged to return to when I should be doing something else.
The idea that a mother could feel so estranged from her own child is not so peculiar as I have known that situation, when a mother tells her son “I wish you had never been born” and the effect it has on the child.
However, Kevin has a hatred of ‘other’ from birth and this would make any mother less loving. The conflict between her and her husband, and his self imposed blindness to Kevin’s faults makes one want to wring both their necks, or send them for counselling.
My one problem with the story is that, if she was as intelligent as she seems, why on earth did she have another baby?
Thanks to Lionel Shriver for writing a book that I didn’t want to finish and an ending that seemed as satisfactory as it was horrific.
After a discussion with a technician about sound effects I began to realise that producing a pantomime, even if just in audio form, is going to take up more time than I anticipated.
I need to get the cast together for a preliminary reading and then find a date that suits everyone when we can record. I am afraid there are not enough parts for everyone who wants to participate and, because the readers are all so well educated and have lovely voices, some of the volunteers sound alike.
The Sea Scribes, our local writing group, are designing their own website so , as soon as that is up and running I will try to link with it. In the mean time, I have just begun to read “We need to talk about Kevin” and the writing knocks me out. I’ll do a review when I have finished it.
Scribble is a little short story booklet published by Park Publications in the UK. The Summer 2017 issue has twenty stories and comments on the last issue by readers. Each issue has a competition and readers decide their three favourite stories. It is always interesting to see how different people’s opinions are.
The annual subscription is £15 for four issues (£21 overseas) and the stories are more varied than the usual magazine fare. If you are a writer looking for a home for a story of up to 3000 words you might find Scribble the best place to try.