'Throughout history, women often have been subjugated and silenced solely because of their gender in a patriarchal society. Yet in almost every era, certain strong women made their presence noticeable while alive, and many have left a legacy of their determination and strength in print. One of my heroines is St Teresa of Avila, the 16th century nun, mystic and writer.'
With the increasing demise of short story markets in UK magazines, writers are having to explore alternative options. Apart from competitions, the only other story outlets tend to be small magazines or online e-zines. There is another option, however, especially in this day of e-books and e-readers.
'I don’t like washing up. The water starts off all soapy and warm and clean, then in next to no time it’s getting cold and you can see the greasy dishes lying in the bottom of the basin. Yuk! Then you have to start again with fresh hot water and washing up liquid. Why can’t mum get a dishwasher like everyone else? Like my friends.'
Five year old Jeremy Jones lived with his mum. Jeremy loved to drink a cup of fruity green Jungle Juice before he went to bed at night.
“You should have some milk, Jeremy,” his mum told him each evening. “You'll turn green one day with all that juice.”
The following are the openings of some published work.
'If we wait for the moment when everything , absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.' Ivan Turgenev (1818-1883)
'Eleanor Lamont resigned herself to travelling across the sea to Belgium with all the other unmarried society daughters and scheming mamas. Besides, her father was already there with Wellington. But it was another face that Eleanor imagined. Her childhood friend, William Hargreaves, was in Brussels and she remembered their last tender meeting when he seemed on the point of declaring himself...'
(Published in Nomad)
Think of me sometime in your other life,
Where fidelity is the price you pay
For mirror-image children, and a wife
Whose transient beauty will fade some day;
And where you too will age ungraciously,
As human frailty exacts its toll,
Propelling youthful hopes unerringly
Toward oblivion's eternal goal...
The Parting (Villanelle)
(Published in North Norfolk Winners Booklet)
The truth is difficult to bear.
I waken, stretch out, need to know,
I turn, he is no longer there.
Sudden panic pervades the air
As disbelief returns, to grow.
The truth is difficult to bear...
Coffee at the Cafe
(Published in Writers' Forum)
Watch the people going by, wonder where they go, or why? Crying weans wi’ tired maws; growling dogs wi’ mucky paws; jostling youths jist oot o’ bed; skinny teens who should be fed; grannies been doon fur their pension, guarding purses wi’ suspicion..
Bees sup sleepily from fragrant honeysuckle, a humming background music lulling the senses on a soporific summer day...