The Dead Poets!

I am delighted to announce that the Dead Poets are now a theatre company and you can find us on Facebook. We are performing first at Gainsborough library in Ipswich https://www.suffolklibraries.co.uk/whats-on/the-dead-poets-present-a-ghostly-afternoon-of-performance and then at Cambridge Tall Trees. We’d love you to join us or like our page! https://www.facebook.com/The-Dead-Poets-Theatre-Company-105571079005455 Our second performance will be very spectacularContinue reading “The Dead Poets!”

Neurodelicious debut

So, it’s the day before. Rehearsal without tech has made me feel nervous as my sound was great over one PA system and not so much yesterday. I looked at the soundboard though and have been reassured it will be fine when the techs set it up. So I have imposter syndrome today. Do theyContinue reading “Neurodelicious debut”

Writing my book, The Camera Obscure:Story 6 A Gallery of Tigers.

This story is a really strange one, but one I am proud of. It is a magical realist story, but it is really about abuse. The child, William, is treated very badly by his father and to escape him he finds himself disappearing into a painting and transforming. There are a lot of dark issuesContinue reading “Writing my book, The Camera Obscure:Story 6 A Gallery of Tigers.”

Writing my book, The Camera Obscure: story 5, The Sound of the Bell.

‘It was nearly 2am. Barker had arranged to meet Hill in this god-forsaken place upon the hour. He shuddered, but it was not due to the inclement weather, although the night was indeed a fearful one; thunder rumbled in the distance, intermittent flashes of lightning illuminating the sky in bursts and Barker was soaked toContinue reading “Writing my book, The Camera Obscure: story 5, The Sound of the Bell.”

Writing my book: Story 4 The Locked Door.

‘There was something odd about the rose bushes, Eleanor could not put her finger on it, but they seemed to have bloomed out of season, and were brighter and more colourful than they should be. Perhaps she had some sort of power over them, to make them bloom more beautifully at her will?’ This storyContinue reading “Writing my book: Story 4 The Locked Door.”

Writing The Camera Obscure- Story 3 ‘Reflection’

‘Here today, staring at my reflection again, I barely recognise myself. As ever, I am completely absorbed, drawn in to inspect every detail. My sense of self is disappearing as the face reflected back seems unfamiliar, as if there are two of us, the one here outside the mirror and the one on the otherContinue reading “Writing The Camera Obscure- Story 3 ‘Reflection’”

Story number 2: The Bog-man

‘HIs face was like old, brown leather, weather-beaten as if he had spent too much time in the sun. His skin was so lined and creased, yet at the same time, strangely shiny. He did look as if he was sleeping; creased leather eyelids shut over almost empty sockets…Death had marked his expression with hisContinue reading “Story number 2: The Bog-man”

Writing my book: The idea and the cover.

In the next few posts, I intend to discuss each story in my book, The Camera Obscure. I will look at my influences, the writing process and include a little extract. But first, the whole collection. The title. I originally considered calling it Camera Obscura, which means ‘Dark Chamber’ and of course some of youContinue reading “Writing my book: The idea and the cover.”