Anthology

In the middle of editing the poetry anthology. Poems from four very different writers and I am wondering whether to keep the two different set ups. Some are written from the left margin and some centred. I quite like the variety but I’ll have to talk with my designer. I’d also like a border of some sort. I looked at some on line and I think I have found one I like but should it be the same on every page? Also, I have changed some of the punctuation and am tempted to restore the originals as they are how the author intended. I only found one spelling error in twenty poems. Now to get it all in order for October, when I am hoping we can make some sales.

The view from our house.

Hi folks, thanks for staying with me. I’m trying to find an image that will reproduce on twitter so folk know it’s me but I don’t have to change it every time.

I hope you liked the story. I am still working on the poetry anthology and will need to cast the pantomime, probably by September. I’ll be back when I have something to report.

Short Story. Bathtime. ( conclusion)

All I had in the kitchen that might work was bleach. I took the two tea towels from the oven door and soaked them in neat bleach, trying not to get any on my hands. Then, holding the dry ends, I rolled them up and pressed them under the bathroom door.

Then I pushed the waste bin up against the towels and put the kitchen stools in front of it. Only a strong, determined, creature could get past that lot.

I left the bedroom door open while I dressed – in more layers than I had intended, and put on heavy shoes instead of my fluffy slippers. As I did so I heard Bert’s key in the door. What would he say when he saw the barrier I had erected in front of the bathroom? He could be in urgent need of the toilet. I shivered at the thought of his anger.

“What the hell’s all this?” he shouted from the hall.

“Don’t go in there – there’s a snake loose. It was in the bath.” I called out to him as if I cared- but something was making me feel the fates were on my side. My mean spirited husband was about to meet the devil monster and all I could think was that he deserved it.

“You’re senile, woman. Why did you do that?”

“I thought it might get out.”

He shifted the stools and kicked the material away from the door, flinging it open.I didn’t know whether to stay and watch or hide in the bedroom. I took the coward’s way out and waited, and waited. At first all was quiet.

Then there came a horrible scream and lots of splashing. I blocked my ears. Was this what I had expected or had I thought it was my imagination, or the result of the pills I had to take?

I shuddered and pushed open the bedroom door. The smell of burning intensified.I remembered what Bert had said, “What the hell is all this?” as I tiptoed towards the bathroom.The brown water had drained away leaving a nasty stain on the enamel but there was no sign of my husband, or the snake – just a pair of brown boots by the side of the bath.

I can’t imagine what had happened to him but he hasn’t come back so, you see, I no longer have a carer and I really can’t manage on my own.

Poem- “Ponderings”

Why is it when we ponder, of past times we get fonder?

We remember the day life when was all play-

Through forests and fields we would wander.

It was fun going off on a train, no matter if sun or if rain

We could draw, we could read, we had all we could need

We didn’t seek riches or fame.

There was plenty of work for us all. We were proud, as a country, stood tall

But time sowed a seed of enveloping greed

And technology held us in thrall.

They tell us that knowledge is power. that computers will help nations flower

But with fighting and war the death tolls still soar

We witness their lies by the hour.

Do the children born now feel the same? Is living, for them, still a game?

Or has it all changed, is the world rearranged

And if so – who is it to blame?

 

( Taken from the anthology ” Honey and Humbug” which I produced with three others. Now out of print)

Author blog.

Reading about an author blog on twitter made me wonder if this should be an author blog or remain as a blog by an author. If it is to be an author blog it should contain links to my websites or the ability to purchase books but , at the moment, that is only possible through http://www.juliecround.com, which is linked to amazon.

Also, I guess I should be demonstrating my writing style, while I have only been posting poems. My problem is that I don’t seem able to connect with readers in the UK. I know a great many of them do not use the computer but I think, perhaps, I do not use keywords or Google as well as I could.

Until I get more skilled on the computer I’ll continue as I am, mixing musings with advice. Sorry there’s no photo but the country walk we had at Bramber yesterday was a delight. All on the flat and the dog was allowed in the pub afterwards for lunch. In fact he nearly pulled us through the door!

Preparation

This is almost as difficult as research. I have a bunch of poems to make up an anthology and need to find a linking theme, a title and then sort them so there aren’t two poems on the same subject next to each other. Then I need to find the ones that need illustrations, a good font and decide how many pages we can afford.

I have already decided we can do without an ISBN and it can be stapled rather than glued. We easily sold and gave away 100 copies of the last book we did like this “Honey and Humbug” and I don’t anticipate having any trouble doing the same again.

All the poets included write verses that are easy to recite, although I do put in a few that do not rhyme and Joan, in particular, writes poems that contain humour as well as a perceptive insight into the past.

Being an editor as well as an author has its benefits as, at the moment, my creative juices have dried up. I’m back to selling one book a week if I’m lucky so I need this anthology to keep me positive.