Marlborough Writers

19/10/2011

It started with a Scottish phrase

Really delighted to see three new scribblers last night: two novelists and a poet. Which made us three poets, two novelists and a scriptwriter (or a playwright? Are scriptwriters for TV/radio? Playwright for theatre?) John the poet rang me up 90 mins or so before the meeting. “I’m interested in your group” he said. After…
14/01/2011

2011 Meeting Dates

We have a new venue for 2011 and a new monthly night, penaltimate Tues of the month. See meeting dates page.
25/02/2009

Another Universe

Without a ‘by your leave:’ They entered. No longer a castle. Now a treasure trove to mine. And become not mine.
25/02/2009

Busy Bee

So much to do, so little time. There’s barely a moment to make this rhyme! Ideas whizz round, They’re fun in my brain. But put them in action They’re hard to tame.
07/12/2007

Halloween

Note: I have been in real life to the Avebury 31 Oct ceremony, and of course this is inspired by that and the people there. But that is as far as it goes. It is in no way representative of the real Archdruid or anyone else! We stamped our feet on the ground in an…

Avebury, druid, ghost, halloween
07/12/2007

The Vicar and the Burglar

This was written as part of the 30 Nov timed exercise. Basically I had 20 mins to write a story around the following random elements: vicar, burglar, praying, getting old!, children’s dance class. See ‘Writing exercises’ for more info. Rev James locked the front door and jangled his keys on the way to the car.…

age, burglar, funny, vicar
31/10/2007

Innocence and Experience

This was a time of change and upheaval in my life. From a warm, unpretentious family, and a village school, I was sent to a smart boarding school for ‘gels’. It was a case of sink or swim at the age of 13. What I felt set me apart was my Scottish accent, which made…

childhood, fifties, school
31/10/2007

Derek

Derek watched as his new neighbour climbed from behind the wheel of his Nissan Bluebird and made his way up the drive to his front door, his fat fucking wife and three – three! – f***ing teenage kids in tow.
31/10/2007

Chocolate

Charlie scrubs at the plate until it is spotless; then scrubs some more. She wants to remove all traces of the chocolate cake , hoping the scrubbing will eradicate the calories from her body, her lack of will power from her mind and the longing for the next treat from her mouth. Tomorrow is another…

Chocolate, dancing, diet, writing
25/10/2007

Murder Next Door

The detective inspector strutted around the scene of the crime, her head jerking backwards and forwards as she walked. The body lay stricken in front of its pen with little sign of injury, its head lolling, beak open and eyes staring. DS Flight tried not to think how long it would be before the maggots…

detective, murder, mystery, pigeon