I have somewhat neglected to write here, as I have now got a regular spot writing a blog article each month for the Felixstowe magazine App https://thefelixstowemagazine.com This is a wonderful local app, which showcases local talent, event, venues – always an interesting read. I write PENspiration! (click to reveal my January article and clickContinue reading “2024 is exciting far!”
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Exhausting? NO! Proof that life improves with age.
I had a look back when I was sorting out my biography, and I can’t believe the things I have done in a short space of time. Here’s a sample of my journey so far: I am a writer, tutor and actor. I graduated from Essex University, (UK) with a degree in Literature, and laterContinue reading “Exhausting? NO! Proof that life improves with age.”
To the New Year!
So, I am back. Today is one of those days where I just ave no energy and want to spend it hunkered down indoors in a cosy hoodie. I juts spent 1 hour deleting old emails, and I still have 8000 to go. Any suggestions? I find this gives me an utter headache and IContinue reading “To the New Year!”
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 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”
Late night cafe
Last night I participated in the late night cafe for the Wolsey writers. I read my poem, An afternoon walk, which you can hear below. the standard of work was excellent and it was a thoroughly enjoyable evening. thanks to Katie Ward and tony Casement for supporting emerging authors in Suffolk.
Virginia Betts 