Sunday, 14 December 2014
Saturday, 22 November 2014
New Book Published by Moorside Writer Chris Fewtrell
It has finally happened...the perfect Christmas
present...
The Young Thrusters -
The Young Thrusters -
An Affectionate History of an
Extraordinary Football Team
Has been published in paper and digital formats!
The book can be found on Amazon via this link
If you can't afford £11.99 (currently discounted to £10.18) then the ebook is only 96p!
The ebook can be found on Amazon via this link
Has been published in paper and digital formats!
The book can be found on Amazon via this link
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Thursday, 20 November 2014
'First Tuesday' 2nd December ------------------ Only Twelve Days To Go!
2.0 to 4.0 pm
Chesterfield Library
'First Tuesday' Meetings are held every month except August and are suitable for anyone who is interested in discussing and undertaking practical exercises in creative writing - prose or poetry
They are held in the Meeting Room Lower Ground Floor - Next to 'Browser' Cafe
No booking necessary- just turn up
Friday, 14 November 2014
The Mulberry Fugue by Heather Shaw
Daphne has lived in Mulberry House for decades and is terrified of losing her home. Alison has inherited the property and has no idea why. Thomas resents leaving the medieval world he has created to deal with the will’s increasingly complicated bequests. Bryn is escaping from the mess his life has become.
We rarely understand the complex reasons behind the actions of others.
This novel is a why-dun-it? The story brings together four very different characters whose lives intersect on Romney Marsh, a place where wetland becomes field, field becomes coast. Each of them must deal with the past before the past deals with them.
Extract
from The Mulberry Fugue
[Alison
has inherited a house on the south coast of England from a woman she
has never heard of. At a point when things are going very wrong in
her life, Alison travels from her home in Derbyshire to Kent, to view
her inheritance.]
‘No
roses round the gate then,’ Alison said when the taxi bumped to a
stop in front of Mulberry House.
The
driver eased himself out of the car and waddled to the boot. Puffing
with the effort, he heaved out Alison’s suitcase and dropped it
onto the pavement. ‘Mrs. Kulman preferred trees, I reckon,’ he
said.
‘Did
you know Mrs. Kulman?’ Alison said.
‘Comes
in from the continent you know,’ he said, looking towards the sea.
‘The rain. Just the one bag is it? You’ll not be staying long
then.’
A
slammed door, a revved engine and a squealing of tyres left Alison
alone, facing the rendered garden wall of Mulberry House. Behind her,
beyond the road and a low fence, the sea whispered and lapped up the
shingle. Squawking gulls, silhouetted against the sky, wheeled and
circled above her. It was getting dark.
Why,
she wondered, hadn’t she considered what this would be like? Across
the networks of travel, in trains, buses and taxis, from a landscape
of moorland and dales, to this wide-skied, open flatness, the
situation had remained unreal. The house had been an idea, a refuge.
But now, the dim shape was waiting to confront her, a property which,
for some undiscovered reason, was a stranger’s legacy.
Alison
grabbed the handle of her suitcase. She would go back home right now,
put the wretched property on the market, take a holiday, buy some
clothes, have fun.
But
taxis weren’t exactly ranked along the kerb nor was there a bus
stop in sight. To the right of the house gleamed a row of stuccoed
bungalows, like a curving string of square beads in pastel colours.
To the left, tattered RNLI posters obscured the windows of a narrow,
Georgian building.
The
gate to one of the bungalows creaked open and a small white poodle
trotted out followed by a man carrying a dog lead. When he saw
Alison, the man’s mouth tightened and his eyes slitted with
consternation. Scooping up the poodle, he scurried away.
‘The
natives are friendly I see,’ Alison told her suitcase. She dug in
her handbag for her mobile. But whom could she phone? She needed a
bed for the night but options were limited. Trudging back along the
coast road to book into a hotel did not appeal and the strung-bead
bungalows showed no sign of hospitality. Anyway, now she was a only a
step away from Mulberry House, curiosity had sneaked up on her.
‘I’ll
just stay one night.’ Alison decided, ‘if there’s anything to
sleep on that is.’ House and contents the solicitor had said but
what did that mean? She opened the gate and stepped into the garden.
The taxi man had been right. There were no flowers. Of the mulberry
tree, after which the house was presumably named, there was no sign.
She’d been imagining an orange-brown trunk with wide, sinewy
crevices in the bark, twisty branches, pale green leaves and fruit
with sweetness oozing from claret-red clusters. All she could make
out were stunted Monterey pines straining away from the harshness of
a marine climate towards the comforts of home.
And
so they faced each other, Alison and Mulberry House. Set back from
Marine Drive, on a corner plot, the house offered white,
weather-boarded walls for inspection while Alison’s was an
appearance crumpled by recent emotional turmoil and creased by
today’s travel. The house’s asymmetry was pleasing. On the left,
two dormers sat above multi-paned, ground floor windows with the
third above a porch, formed from ivy-covered trellis, around the
front door. To the right of the front door was what looked like an
extension to the original building. She craned her neck to look up at
the steeply-pitched roof of terracotta tiles stretching between brick
chimney stacks. ‘How long have you been here?’ Alison said under
her breath. ‘And why are you mine?’
If the house voiced an
answer, it was drowned by a screeching of gulls.
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Wednesday, 12 November 2014
You couldn't make it up! Part Two
Well you can actually...
Shakespeare is believed to have made up hundreds of words and phrases many of which are still used today.
I have made up a few myself.
'digiphonic' appears in the novel 'Muddled Daze' in the sentence:
"And to think it is all because of one of those newfangled digiphonic radios or whatever they call them."
'snazzled' appears in the novel 'Slurry' in the sentence:
"I'd been spot on - she was already snazzled."
'plodges' appears in the, as yet unfinished, novel 'Terminal One' in the sentence:
"He plodges down in the armchair as if misjudging its height."
And 'poly-ath' appears in
'The Young Thrusters -An Affectionate History of
an Extraordinary Football Team'
in the sentence:
"Paul
is a football man with no particular connection to rugby so it is
probable that, if they exist, they are proper footballers rather than
the 'poly-aths' who turned out in the past."
Can you guess what any of these words mean?
By the way, nobody actually knows whether the above picture is actually of Shakespeare although it is frequently used to represent him.
Chris Fewtrell
Saturday, 8 November 2014
'First Tuesday' 2nd December
2.0 to 4.0 pm
Chesterfield Library
'First Tuesday' Meetings are held every month except August and are suitable for anyone who is interested in discussing and undertaking practical exercises in creative writing - prose or poetry
They are held in the Meeting Room Lower Ground Floor - Next to 'Browser' Cafe
No booking necessary- just turn up
Wednesday, 22 October 2014
You couldn't make it up!
Well you can actually...
Shakespeare is believed to have made up hundreds of words and phrases many of which are still used today.
I have made up a few myself.
'digiphonic' appears in the novel 'Muddled Daze'
'snazzled' appears in the novel 'Slurry'
And 'plodged' appears in the, as yet unfinished, novel 'Terminal One'
Can you guess what any of these words mean?
In a future post there will be sentences in which the words above appear, as a further clue.
Chris Fewtrell
Monday, 20 October 2014
'First Tuesday' Meeting 4th November
2.0 to 4.0 pm
'Hope you are feeling better'
Stuart Randall
Chesterfield Library
'First Tuesday' Meetings are held every month except August and are suitable for anyone who is interested in discussing and undertaking practical exercises in creative writing - prose or poetry
They are held in the Meeting Room Lower Ground Floor - Next to 'Browser' Cafe
No booking necessary- just turn up
Tuesday, 14 October 2014
Sunday, 5 October 2014
The Mulberry Fugue by Heather Shaw
Daphne has lived in Mulberry House for decades and is terrified of losing her home. Alison has inherited the property and has no idea why. Thomas resents leaving the medieval world he has created to deal with the will’s increasingly complicated bequests. Bryn is escaping from the mess his life has become.
We rarely understand the complex reasons behind the actions of others.
This novel is a why-dun-it? The story brings together four very different characters whose lives intersect on Romney Marsh, a place where wetland becomes field, field becomes coast. Each of them must deal with the past before the past deals with them.
Available from Amazon Click Here
Sunday, 21 September 2014
Thursday, 18 September 2014
Ten Rules for a Happy Writing Life
I
was tidying my writing space and found this cutting buried under a
pile of other things. It’s now pinned up where I can see it every
time I sit at the computer:
TEN RULES FOR A HAPPY WRITING LIFE
Don’t wait for inspiration
Establish a writing routine
Take time off
Read voraciously
Shut out the inner critic
Claim a space
Accept rejection
Expect success
Live fully
Wish others well
(From Monica Wood - The Pocket Muse)
Heather
Shaw
Wednesday, 10 September 2014
Moorside are 'Going Places'
Moorside Writers present an evening of poetry and prose with musical interludes
at The
Peel Centre, High Street, Dronfield,
S18
1PX
on Friday 26th
September
at 7.30 pm.
The
theme for the show, 'Going Places', is followed in poetry and short
stories and takes the audience on a smorgasbord of exotic journeys.
All the poems and stories are originals performed by the authors.
More visits to distant places are made by the talented jazz duo, ‘A
Little Jazz’. accompanied by singer Beth Newton.
So get your tickets for what promises to be a memorable and entertaining show.
So get your tickets for what promises to be a memorable and entertaining show.
Tickets are just £5 including wine
and soft drinks.
For information and tickets contact
Dorothy Cooke
on:
01246 414642
Moorside Writers on Stage
Sunday, 31 August 2014
Competitions – a judge’s view
If
you’re in a writers’ group, chances are that you’ve entered
competitions. Once your entry has disappeared into post box or
cyberspace, it will be jostling for attention amongst all the other
entries.
In ‘Death by Art Deco’, a short story
by Shena Mackay, a published writer regrets having agreed to judge a
short story competition. Her attitude to the entries is shown by her
knocking a glass of red wine over one story and not being able to
read another because it’s covered with her cat’s muddy paw
prints. She chooses the winner only because, despite using the word
faux
thirteen times, the writer has invented an unlikely plot line which
involves murder by means of a rare Amazonian venom being injected
into pearl cufflinks – faux, of course.
But most people asked to judge a writing
competition are much more conscientious and recognise the hard work
that has gone into the entries. This was certainly how I felt when
judging a recent short story competition. I discovered some very good
writing, some outstanding writing but also writing that didn’t do
justice to the talent of the author.
So, how can you maximise your story’s chances?
1. Read the rules. The competition I judged
asked for entries to be written in the first person. The one story
written in the third person had to be disqualified despite being
creative and well-crafted.
2. Think carefully about your title. It has two
jobs to do – intriguing the judge and suggesting the story’s
theme. Something bland like ‘A Trip to the Seaside’ won’t fare
as well as ‘Mermaids Deserve Favours’.
3. Having made it over the title hurdle, the
story’s first paragraph has the most difficult task of all –
making the reader want to read on. Sadly, descriptions of weather,
setting, or explanations of how the character came to be on the page
don’t do that, however beautifully written. Grabbing the reader
with a credible character in conflict does.
4. We all know about those seven basic plots and
how everything has been done before, so coming up with an original plot-line is not easy. What is original is you, the only person to see
the world through your eyes. You may have a phobia about snakes.
Turning that on its head and writing in the viewpoint of a snake with
human-phobia will get your story noticed.
5. The ‘show don’t tell’ rule is carved on
our writing hearts though it’s not always easy to follow it.
Dialogue is a wonderful help here. Instead of explaining that the
protagonist, despite being forty-five years old, is still under his
mother’s influence [telling] write a conversation between the two
of them where she obliterates his opinions with her own [showing].
Dialogue does another job too: it breaks up the
page and makes the reading easier on the reader’s eyes, a small but
important point when the judge has many scripts to read.
6. Make the judge laugh. After reading story
after story full of angst, self-doubt and keeping a cruel world at
bay, a witty story is a wonderful relief. There were three
outstanding stories in the entries I judged, each of them worthy of
winning first prize, each of them fulfilling all the criteria I’d
decided were important. The one I chose was funny, full of black
humour that really appealed to me.
That’s what we’re all up against when we
enter competitions – the subjective preference of the judges. We
can’t do anything about that but I hope my thoughts on my own
experience of being a judge, will help you give your own stories a
fighting chance of success.
Good luck.
Heather Shaw
Tuesday, 19 August 2014
Moorside Dominates Grindleford Show Writing Competition
Congratulations are in order, as Moorside's Stuart Randall has won first prize in the Grindleford Annual Show writing competition!
The judge was Helen Mort the new Derbyshire Poet Laureate. You can follow the laureate blog here. Her comments included ‘the lines just trip off the tongue’ and ‘evocative and resonant’.
Helen Mort
Moorside's Anne Norman came second, and Moorside's John Pratt's entry was commended.
Well done all!
Friday, 15 August 2014
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‘First
Tuesday’
Poetry
workshop with Helen Mort
Derbyshire
Poet Laureate
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Helen
Mort will be leading a poetry writing workshop
for the ‘First
Tuesday’ open meeting on
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7th
October 2014
2pm
to 4pm
Chesterfield
Library
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Free
event, to book places please contact Chesterfield Library on 01629
533400
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‘First
Tuesday’ open meetings are organised by Moorside Writers
and are
suitable for anyone with an interest in creative writing
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www.derbyshire.gov.uk/libraries
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