Guest Feature – Margaret Royall

It gives me great pleasure today to welcome a fellow poet (and a fellow hoglet from The Hedgehog Poetry Press) to Patricia’s Pen. Margaret has come along to talk about her writing so without further ado it’s over to you, Margaret.

My Writing

Margaret Royall

My name is Margaret Jean Royall and I have been writing poetry since the age of three. My long-suffering parents would be called to my bedroom in what seemed to me like the middle of the night and scribble down verses I had created in my head. That was the start of what has gone on to be a life in poetry.

I returned to writing in earnest during retirement. The breakthrough moment for me was going for the first time to the Inner Hebridean Isle of Iona on an annual writing retreat led by Angela Locke MA and technical writing tutor David William Clemson. This mystical, magical island unleashed a flame within me and as I returned there annually I realised my ambition was to become a published poet. In the first few years I was simply a hobby poet, but encouraged and inspired by Angela and the other course participants, who had over the years become cherished friends, I honed my writing skills and began to submit my work to literary journals and webzines. To my amazement I was shortlisted for two poetry prizes in 2018, which hardened my resolve to carry on and achieve my goals.

My first poetry collection ‘Fording The Stream’, written under my then pen name Jessica De Guyat was published on my behalf by an American contact on Amazon. My words were out in the world! I was delighted by the complimentary reviews that were written.

My next publication was a memoir of childhood in prose and verse, ‘The Road To Cleethorpes Pier,’published by Crumps Barn Studio, a specialist in memoir publication.This book came about almost by accident, following a surprise encounter at a book festival with a poet from my home town whom I had known in childhood.

Some of his poems were about the town Cleethorpes and I realised that although I had written copious poems about people there, I had not written about the place itself. I worked to combine my prose articles with poetry about the seaside resort and people close to me, presented loosely in the form of a Haibun, illustrated with 46 black and white photographs from childhood and adolescence. The memoir was published 20th May this year to great acclaim and has sold well.

 My next publication will be a second full poetry collection, ‘Where Flora Sings,’ to be published in 2021 by The Hedgehog Poetry Press. This follows my win in Hedgehog’s ‘Full Fat Poetry Collection’ competition. It is a dream come true and I can’t wait to see it in print. The overriding theme is floral, yet it is definitely not simply an anthem to the beauty of flowers but rather something which penetrates much deeper. The first section is called Flower Power/People Power and as well as short poems about floral beauty through the seasons it takes a look at how people can be linked to flowers and plants. The second section ‘Roses and Thorns’ is a retrospective from the third age on the triumphs and tribulations of life. I shall be so excited to hold a copy in my hands and hope it will meet with approval.

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Thank you for sharing your writing story, Margaret. Good luck with the new collection from Hedgehog Poetry Press. I look forward to receiving my copy.

About Margaret Jean Royall

Margaret’s work has featured in publications by The Hedgehog Poetry Press, Impspired and The Blue Nib. She recently won Hedgehog Press’ collection competition. In May 2020 her childhood memoir The Road To Cleethorpes Pier was published, receiving great acclaim. She was shortlisted  in 2018 for the Crowvus and Bangor Lit Festival Poetry Prizes.

Margaret is a regular performer at Writers Live and leads a poetry group in Nottinghamshire.

Her forthcoming poetry collection ‘Where Flora Sings’ will appear in 2021 with The Hedgehog Poetry Press.

 

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Sunday Writing Challenge

This month’s writing challenge brings writer, Janet Hardacre, with her story The Return. Personally I think this is a fab story. See what you think.

‘Look in the mirror, Freya, and say, ‘I can do this.’

‘I can do this. I can do this’. Determined Freya stood in front of her bedroom mirror, chin stuck out and hands on her hips. ‘But Mads I keep remembering the looks of those people in the store. I get a panic attack just thinking about going back.’

‘So, you felt foolish. The queue behind you didn’t help. But hey, you have the confidence now. Yes, you have.’

‘You’ve lost all that weight as well,’ chimed in Samantha.

‘You’re right,’ says Freya making the others laugh as she struts about the room like a catwalk model.

After her friends left, Freya prepared a light dinner with salad, one glass of Pinot Grigio and she settled down for an evening of binge-watching her favourite serials. Two years ago, it would have been binge eat, binge drink, and binge TV. Two years ago, Freya lived a different life. Two years ago, she’d met Adrian. Alright, not met, matched with on a dating site for curvy ladies. The bigger, the better, apparently. Mads and Samantha had encouraged her to join this site to perk up her spirits.

Adrian was a sweet talker. ‘Hey, girl, you sure look like my kinda woman, pretty face and curves in all the right places.’

Freya revelled in the suggestive texts that flew between them and became an expert at photographing herself using the tripod and camera she’d ordered from a catalogue. She ordered everything from catalogues as trips to stores on the High Street usually ended in tears. Mads blamed the mobility scooter.

Months went by with Freya posing in sexy bras that upheld her girls. She posed in thongs, in knickers, in seductive basques, suspenders, thigh high stockings, especially ones with seams. Adrian could not get enough of those. Freya had found her calling. She was somebody. She was admired and accepted as she was. Life was great.

Once a month Freya, Mads and Sam enjoyed a get-together in Freya’s flat. It was during one of these sessions that Samantha said, ‘Fraze, did you know that Adrian is on the pull again?’

‘Whoa, my Adrian?’

‘Fraid so.’

Freya rushed to set up her laptop while Sam gave her the login info to her own website.

‘Look for Donovan Winters. I could be wrong.’

‘I don’t believe it. He could call himself any name he likes, but this Donovan Winters is defo Adrian.’

Young, blonde and petite screamed the pages on the website.

Freya was devastated, betrayed and humiliated. Maddie and Sam were full of commiserations, and the names they called Adrian could not be repeated in public. That did it.

So now, Freya less curvy and no longer using the website, nor the mobility scooter, is returning to the High Street on her own two confident feet. First item on the agenda? Donate one camera and tripod to the nearest charity shop.

Guest Feature – Pauline Sewards

My guest today is talented poet, Pauline Sewards who has come along to ‘Patricia’s Pen’ to discuss her writing. Without further ado, it’s over to Pauline.

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My Writing

Pauline Sewards

Hello. I’m Pauline, I currently live in Lincolnshire but I’ve also lived in London, Brighton and Bristol in recent years and been involved in writing communities in those cities. In Bristol I helped run a poetry night called Satellite of Love and last year I co-edited an edition of the journal  Magma. I met Patricia at a writing retreat a few years ago which I was invited to by a friend I met on an Arvon course. I love the various connections and opportunities which come about through writing.

In the old days when we could actually meet each other in the physical world I used to think of each Open-Mic reading as a golden ticket to new experiences. In this time of isolation I find books and the ability to connect with others through writing are more important than ever.

My two published books are works of poetry which contain characters and narrative. The first, This is the Band ( Hearing Eye 2018) started off as an attempt to write about my love of music but also includes coming of age stories and political poems. Spirograph (Burning Eye 2020) is due to be published in September ( I am thrilled to say). This book is more personal and one section deals with my lifetime job of working in addictions. I was concerned not to appropriate other people’s stories, therefore it is written  from the perspective of a worker. The book is divided into four sections called ‘Work,’ ‘Where,’ ‘Who’ and ‘Wonder’. It breaks out beyond work, just as life does. I chose the name Spirograph because I am always aware of co-incidences, connections and overlapping communities. Shortly after writing the title poem I went to a nearby charity shop and found a Spirograph toy on the shelf, box fresh from the 1970s! This convinced me, I had the right title.

I’d love to know what you think of the poems. If anyone would like a review copy let me know.

If you do purchase a copy of either of my books,  please consider sending me a picture of you with the pamphlet, in your favourite reading place.

Thank you for coming along to Patricia’s Pen, Pauline, and good luck with Spirograph.

About Pauline Sewards

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Pauline has been writing for many years alongside a career as a mental health nurse. She has been widely published in small press poetry journals and is working on a novel called ‘Fabric’ which is loosely based on family history. Pauline has hosted poetry events in London and Bristol and co-edited Magma magazine last summer.

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Guest Feature – Jodee Neathery

My guest today comes all the way from across the pond. It is a delight to have Life in a Box author, Jodee Neathery, on ‘Patricia’s Pen’. Jodee has come along to talk about writing.

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Jodee Neathery on Writing

 

Writing…there are formulas, warnings of “always do,” like show don’t tell and “never do,” like start with the weather. Writers can use pie charts or snowflake patterns to create their novel, follow progression charts to build suspense, outline, or fly by the seat of their pants, to name a few options. We can become realistic writers setting our story in an actual location, tale writers charming the reader with beautiful language, or yarn writers proficiently telling outrageous lies that the reader believes, or I guess a combination of all of the above.

Writing is emotion, not an equation with a single solution. It’s that gray area that makes it an art by giving authors the freedom to find what is extraordinary in the ordinary or what is universal, meaningful, and human in the uncommon. My Nana, a born storyteller, instilled a sense of wonderment and endless possibilities in me at an early age. Her animated tales, especially the one about being a distant relative to one of Queen Victoria’s ladies-in-waiting, had me polishing my tiara for when it was my turn to be a royal. Nana embodied Oscar Wilde’s quote, “A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” I credit her keen perception and sense of humor for the person I am today and for what I have been able to accomplish.

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My five-year writing journey to publication began with a story pouring from my heart, but after a person whom I highly respected read the first fifty pages declared it unpublishable, I could either give up or do what it takes to realize my dream. Life in a Box, published July 2017 is a character driven work of literary fiction asking the question, how much would you sacrifice to hide a secret? The novel alternates between a contemporary timeline and the 1900’s through the 1940’s and by the last chapter we learn the cost of protecting those we love. When you are fortunate to have a built-in base of colorful characters hanging on your family tree, it’s both fun and rewarding to create a story that salutes their uniqueness. I mourn they never witnessed me seeing the dawn before the rest of the world, but I suspect they held a heavenly book-signing party in my honor.

My new novel, A Kind of Hush, detailing how life is seldom a tidy affair exploring if there is a gray area between right and wrong is almost complete. A family of four is enjoying a summer outing when tragedy strikes…one parent survives along with their teenage daughter and young son found hiding in the nearby woods. Was this a tragic accident, or something more heinous, and if so, whodunnit and whydunnit?

My deepest gratitude to Patricia for allowing me to share my story. If you have any connections with the House of Windsor, please tell Elizabeth II I’m still waiting for her to ring me up. Tiara ready and willing to travel.

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It was a pleasure, Jodee, and please do come back once A Kind of Hush has been released.

If anyone out there can help Jodee with connections to the House of Windsor, I’m sure she’ll be forever in your debt!

About Jodee Neathery

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JoDee Neathery, born in Southern California, moved to Texas at the age of five. Midland, a postcard of small-town America, was populated by dreamers and doers and the friendliest people on the planet. Little girl under the covers dreams to dance on Broadway, become an author, sing like Streisand, and marry Paul McCartney all fell short with the practical side of making a living emerging into a career in banking and public relations recruiting. With retirement came time, her writing dream materializing into a novel, Life in a Box, loosely based on the colourful characters hanging on her family tree.

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Guest Feature – Daisy White

It’s lovely to invite Daisy White back to ‘Patricia’s Pen’. Daisy has come along to discuss ‘Writing a Crime Series in Lockdown’ so without further ado, it’s over to her.

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Starting Crime Series in Lockdown

D.E White

The first book in the DC Dove Milson series was published on March 31st 2020 by Joffe Books. Just a few days earlier I had been collecting my children’s work from school, under the instructions that we would break early for the Easter holidays, but hopefully the lockdown restrictions would ease in a couple of weeks…

So along with every other author in the same position, I needed to find a way to continue working, to write the next book in the DC Dove Milson series, to home school, to worry about vulnerable friends and relatives, to stock pile (we didn’t and there was a slight toilet roll shortage), and to try to adjust to the new normal.

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My publisher did an amazing job of marketing my book, and my agent was extremely busy sorting out rights deals behind the scenes. I allotted extra hours to PR for Glass Dolls, alongside starting to write book two, The Ice Daughters. Normally I would have visited bookstores for signings, but everything went online. I spent time guesting on blogs (always a lovely and fun way to catch up with fellow authors!), joined author and reader groups on social media, and combined this with writing.

It’s always a nervous time when a new book comes out, especially book one in a series. Luckily the response was great, and I was so encouraged and relieved to read the reviews. The book bloggers were amazing, spreading the word and absolutely ‘getting’ the characters and plot. Always a lovely feeling, and of course as authors we write for the readers. It wouldn’t make sense otherwise.

I had already had to come up with synopsis for four books in each of the two series which were eventually signed (The DC Dove Milson series by Joffe Books and my new cosy mystery series by Bloodhound Books), so I had an outline of what I needed to do. It was tough going, trying to rearrange my working day to meet the deadline, but all of that was insignificant compared what was happening in the world.

A significant amount of time was dedicated to research, but once I start on a book, I do 2,000 words a day until the first draft is done. Afterwards I edit and edit and edit again. Finally, The Ice Daughters went off to my wonderful agent, Lina Langlee at The North Literary Agency, and soon afterwards was delivered to my publisher.

I have already started book two in my ‘cosy crime series,’ with a November delivery date, and alongside this will continue to develop a new psychological thriller too.

Soon the edits will come back for The Ice Daughters, and these will be added to my to-do list. It won’t be long before the next cycle is complete and I will be back to marketing prior to the book’s release, and writing the third books in both series.

Yet, even though it can be a struggle (okay, has been a struggle!), I am so aware how lucky I am to be able to make my living as a writer, and as long as readers continue to enjoy my books, I will continue writing more.

Thanks for sharing that, Daisy. I agree that as writers we are very lucky.

About Daisy White 

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Daisy White started writing fifteen years ago, scribbling ideas at work on the night shift, firstly flying as cabin crew, and latterly working for the Ambulance Service.

Her Amazon bestselling 1960’s cosy mystery trilogy, The Ruby Baker Mysteries, was published in 2017 by Joffe Books, followed by psychological thrillers Remember Me and The Forgotten Child (HarperCollins) in 2019.

Glass Dolls, the bestselling first book in a new DC Dove Milson crime thriller series, was published in March 2020. The second DC Dove Milson book, The Ice Daughters, will be out later this year.

A new cosy mystery series, out in 2021 will be published by Bloodhound Books.

Daisy is a multi- award-winning entrepreneur. She is represented by Lina Langlee at The North Literary Agency.

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Monthly Writing Challenge

‘Patricia’s Pen features two writers this month:-

Yash Seyedbagheri – Moondance

Doug Hawley  – Freedom  

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Moondance

Yash Seyedbagheri

Claire Deveraux loves to dance with the moon on cool autumn nights. Of course, she tells no one, not even her friends who are all high-powered professionals, lawyers, doctors, people who live by cold facts and statistics. She needs something of her own, without demands, without judgment. She’s given up enough as it is, relegated her true self more than once.

She goes to the field outside town to dance where she can focus on the mountains with their gorgeous jagged peaks rather than the bland Stalinist-style office buildings downtown. Claire whirls around in the vast field, reaching to the luminous disc above, straddling the moon. Or so it seems. The moon smiles, welcomes her into this new world. It invites her to share herself, asks for her hand, for her body, for things concealed by society. She’s afraid, but the moon whispers, letting her no there is no judgment happening here. It speaks to her in a tender hush.

Claire reveals herself bit by bit, dance after dance, exposes the desire to seek beauty, not commodification. To enjoy things without explanation or cold logic. She wants peace, solace, and joy, to absorb the world’s beauty, the small details. She doesn’t want profits and perfidy. She tells the moon this, in words and bodily motions.

Claire likes to think the moon approves and accepts her without question. The idea is comforting. Claire thinks of her friends, moving with cold precision, uncovers more and more of herself, anger flowing with a kind of swiftness, to be replaced by love and joy, raw and unfettered. Her inhibitions fade like stardust. She dances on, dances without rules. Her arms outstretched, head thrown back, flame-coloured hair blowing in the tender breeze, silhouetted by her luminous protector. With each gesture, she senses a release from her body, her mind, while the moon watches on, a gentle, loving luminous friend and partner, dancing with her in the still of the night, whispering to her in ways her friends never will.


 

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Freedom

Doug Hawley

Last week I was returning from a normal work party removing ivy (ivy seemed like a good idea at the time) in my local Portland area Tryon State Park when I saw a herd of deer 150 feet (or forty-some meters to the non-US) ahead of me on the trail with a man behind them. This seems odd because while deer are seen occasionally in the park; a whole herd would be unusual. As I got closer, I could tell that my inferior depth perception, which had caused me to fail as a baseball outfielder, had failed me again. These eight animals were baby goats about a foot and half high (or half a meter to most of the world).

I asked the man behind them if he were their goatherd, but he demurred. We agreed that they probably originated in the environmental education farm about a hundred yards (or meters) away. They seemed to be having a great time on their walk gamboling (not gambling – goats aren’t idiots) without restraint. If you want to see what that looks like, check out Youtube. Different goats, but you get the idea. They were socialized to the extent that people seemed to be neither particularly interesting nor fear inducing. I didn’t get the chance to find out what they think of dogs, which are common in the park.

My work partner later confirmed that their enclosure had broken and they all decided to go on a harmless walkabout. Now that they are back in their corral, I wonder if their leader is planning for another prison break. Was their day of freedom like playing hooky? They might not have enjoyed the day off if they had known about the coyotes.

Previously published by Wilderness House (2016)


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