BT Olympic Storyteller

The latest email about the Storytellers promises opportunities to meet athletes, celebrities, journalists…it just sounds so exciting and I can’t wait to get started.

With that in mind I spent a long time talking to Geoff Holt who was one of the speakers at the Winchester Writers’ Conference. He is an amazing man, a quadriplegic who has sailed single handed around the UK and is planning to sail alone around the world. Not only that he managed to write his life story so far, typing tens of thousand of words with the use of only one finger.

He is truly inspiring and as I am interested in paralympic sport, I decided to take advantage of the fates that had put him in my path and quiz him, especially about the ambitions to involve severely injured ex military personnel in Olympic endeavours. His remarks were eye opening as he pointed out that severe injury takes a lot of time to absorb in terms of adaptation to a new and different life and that decisions made too quickly often resulted in disappointment. Many people in that position, he explained, need to take time to adjust to home and family before moving on to such momentous decisions as aspiring to compete at the highest levels in their sport, with all the training and single mindedness that is required for such endeavours.

He agreed that ex forces individuals have the mental strength, the motivation, the toughness to excel but believed they needed to come to their own decisions about the best way forward, and if that turned out to be sport to an elite level, then that would be great. Geoff also agreed that sporting activity is a brilliant way to build confidence and self awareness. His main point though, was that can only happen when the individual is good and ready.

During our chat it emerged that he is an Olympic selector for the paralympic sailing squad – I swear I did not know beforehand – and that he would be pleased to help me contact those whose stories I can tell in my role as an Olympic Storyteller. What amazing luck.

The one odd thing I have encountered in all this involves the local newspaper. I decided it would be a good way to contact people local to me with an Olympic tale to tell if the local paper publicised my selection to the BT scheme. Among the stories of lost cats and smelly drains and failed planning applications, I imagined it might be a bit of a different thing for a local reporter to cover. It seems I was wrong. I cannot get them to talk to me for love or…anything else!

I have contacted them several times now and  last time I actually managed to speak to the correct person rather than leave a message. I was told that their deadline was so close for this week that they couldn’t possibly talk to me there and then…and guess what…they would call me back. Surprise! They haven’t.

It may be that they are tapping my phone, in which case they will know all about my dog’s recent dental adventures, but whatever, I can’t call them again or I’m sure I will be reading in next week’s edition about the case of the stalker who is plaguing the reporter for the Chobham area!

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Poetry in the Garden – Monday afternoons

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Words into Actions – Chobham Poetry Summer School

I have spent the last two days since my return from Winchester following my To Do list. This was drawn up at the Sunday morning workshop with Victoria Field.

This particular workshop was brilliant and extremely useful. The first half was spent tracking back from a success and plotting all the pivotal actions that culminated in that success. I can recommend this exercise. It highlights unexpected steps on the route to success and once you have recognised them, they can be duplicated. Success does in fact lead to more success.

The session also led me to put into words something  have been avoiding for a long time, knowing that once I admit it aloud, then it has to happen. I admitted that I need to develop an income stream and that it just HAS to be born out of my writing.
There – now I have not only admitted it to myself, but also to anyone who reads this blog!

At first sight this seemed too much to achieve but it was gently (and not so gently) pointed out to me that I have many ducks in a row …I am a teacher, I have been published and broadcast as well as won awards for my writing, I have a Diploma in Creative Writing that qualifies me to teach it as a subject, I have time, and if I manage my life well I now also have the energy to make this happen. After a wakeful night turning all this over and over, I came up with several options and today I have put them into action.

Workshops
I have contacted two local tourist attractions – a gardens and a gallery/historical house and offered my services to run writing workshops as part of their future events programme. I am awaiting calls back to iron out details.
I am thinking hard about other opportunities to run writing workshops….

Poetry Summer School
Whereas normally I would look around for one to join, this year, with much encouragement from a friend I have decided to run one.
It will run once a week between 1st August and 5th September (inclusive) 1.30 – 3.30 pm in Chobham in Surrey. It will focus on short form poetry and will cost £8 per person per session or £40 for the whole course. Anyone interested in attending, please email me with contact details at sjbpoetry@gmail.com .

Four Point Press
I am in the process of setting up a user friendly, no jargon, self-publishing press with a website under construction. The time has come to publicise it. I set it up almost by accident when I was asked for copies of the book I made for myself for my reading at Loose Muse in the poetry cafe in London. I have strong connections with a brilliant printing company and we have developed a range of products that are ideal for self publishers. There are design and setting options and the creation and production of marketing material is also available. I am still working on ways to offer help with publication to Kindle and, following the advice I was given at Winchester will also offer a ‘friendly critical reader’ service. Have a look at the developing website at http://www.fourpointpress.com .
I welcome comments about ways to improve it and also about other services that writers interested in self publishing would like to see made available.

These are small beginnings I know, but I have, at last, committed myself to a writing career! Of course, I also have my burning need to write to fit in…

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Winchester Writers’ Conference

As usual Winchester was brilliant. I have returned with plans and targets and many new friends and contacts.

I had a great 1-2-1 with Maggie Butts, who appraised some of my poems and said many kind things…I felt really good about my work after speaking to her…thank you Maggie. I also spent  valuable time with Phillippa Johnston of Writers’ Compass, exploring where to go next, and how to achieve the next big step…publishing my collection. I am fortunate to have been asked to submit it to Oversteps Books and that will be my focus for the next few weeks. Head down, I must finish and polish these poems.

I have decided that my long term target – that is over the next 12 months – is to establish an  income stream from writing associated activities. Now I have written it here, I have to make it happen. Fortunately I have ideas gleaned from the contacts at Winchester.

For any writer who has never been to Winchester, it is an absolute must. I know of no other event where publishers, agents, industry experts and successful writers make themselves available with such generosity. It matters not whether you are only just starting out, have been published many times or are just imagining yourself as a writer, Winchester is the one place to be on the last weekend in June.

Next year’s conference details will soon be posted on the website…so book mark it now!

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It’s official!

For once I have progressed beyond the short list stage and am now, officially, a BT Olympic Storyteller. Now all I need to do is discover what this really entails.

At best I would have a free ‘press’ pass to all major events – and that is never going to happen! At worst, I would recount the story of the Olympics from a distance!

I registered my special area of interest as ex-forces personnel who are competing in the Paralympics, and elected as my favourite events seated volleyball, paralympic track cycling and wheelchair rugby.

The only one of the three I have any experience of is the volleyball as I am a referee for the sport and have ref’d seated a couple of times. It is an amazing event. As for wheelchair rubgy -now that I really have to see…

My dream would be to be introduced to one of the squads for these events and to follow their progress to the Games.
Maybe I have to organise that for myself…so  I am off to Google and hopefully make contact!

Before I go surfing the net, and on a different note, I was sent the following link referring to CFS ( I have had the condition for 7 years now) which is useful reading, especially for friends and relatives of those with the disease, or someone facing recent diagnosis. In a world where there is so little known or written about the condition, it is useful to find information freely available. So, if someone you know has CFS ( commonly called ME in the UK)  go to http://www.careeroverview.com/blog/2011/10-essential-facts-about-chronic-fatigue-syndrome/ for a little information.

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Free verse at One Stop Poetry.com

This week the article about his approach to free verse at One Stop Poetry . com  has been written by Steven Marty Grant.

After last weeks failed attempt – the poem ‘Not trained for This’ is undergoing major surgery – today’s effort is short and sweet…well, not sweet exactly, but definitely short.

Screams rip the air,
percussive
counterpoint
to whopping rotor blades;
stink
of fear,
blood,
wide eyed horror,
awareness of emptiness where once were limbs.
This warrior lives…
…will live…
an undreamed
different life

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Not Trained for This

As always, a great article at One Stop Poetry, by Shay (Fireblossom). It is on free verse again – and the poem that came at first was iambic and blow me if I didn’t keep walking into rhymes! Some I have left in. Maybe the iambic thing is because this first arrived in my imagination as a conversation.

As always, this is a first draft and by the time you read it I will probably have changed it. Please, if you have a burning desire to critique, I would be very grateful for your ideas!

I apologise that it is once again about war, but until I finish the collection, I feel as though I must stick to the subject…only 15 more poems to go…

                                                    

Vigil

Crumpled suit, spotted tie, hands akimbo
“trust me” smile stretching wide,
unfortunate lips, politico’s pale eyes
slide sideways – up and to the right.

‘This is so wearing,’ he whines,‘ It is way too hard.
Not what I was trained for.
Not in my job description.
I have no heart for this.’

Pristine combats mottled
camo green. ‘Don’t worry’
smile on his face. Eyes
grin straight into the camera.

‘This is my job, my chance
to make a difference. I’ll be
home before you know it.
Here, keep this photo close.’

‘Comforting the grieving
is not what I’m paid to do,
I’m no fekking counsellor. What
can you want from me?’

Yes, I wanted war, but it’s
not my fault they die. Look -don’t ask
me awkward questions
in case I have to lie.’

‘I talk to the people Mum,
sit with them for tea – I smile
a bit and nod, give biros to
the kids and share my jelly babies.

It’s not what I imagined, hard to
tell who’s who, but most of them
just work hard and try to
make it through.

‘You mothers ask too much, want to bleed
me dry. You fathers say too little
just glare and thin your lips as if
you can’t wait for compensation.

I shouldn’t have to talk to you,
I’m  not up for this, now I’m
struggling to sleep at night. Just
what do you expect?’

He came home very quickly, long before his time
wrapped in the Union flag. She watches, follows, slumps –
no words, no tears, no feelings left at all.
Remembers how he shaved only once a month.

She needs basic training in the ways
she might survive. No child should die
before their Mum. One day she’s bound to ask them
‘Why?’ Then watch their lying eyes.

The minister turns away, hands stiff by his side
his brick heavy words lobbed
into silence
improvised
explosive.

                                

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One Stop Poetry – One Shoot Sunday – Graffiti

This week Chris Galford has presented photos of graffiti as prompts…some great photos…I chose the one below:

Icarus Flew photo by Chris Galford

 

For All Who Remain

Shadow-toil of tearaway,
sneaking in the dark – vandal,
artist, creator, desecrator?

Or bringer of truth, provider
of perspective, pointing the way
– urban philosopher?

Steal victory from the insurgent
– a timely reminder to mark
lives lost in anothers’ war

celebrate vision, their
ultimate gift, donated in
service of others.

Applaud every tiny gain
imagine a way through
the grey streets of pain.

Aerosoled words of
hope on a wall –
Remember…
Icarus
also
flew!

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Form Monday at One Stop Poetry

Free verse through form – a great article by Sam Peralta introduces this idea at One Stop Poetry for Form Monday.

After reading the article I was tempted to post this, which was going to become a Terza Rima but just refused to fit! The nearest I got to rhyme scheme was some iffy sight rhymes. I doubt it will stay as it is, but this is what it is for now…

Spent

The line is clear, like ice in gin
no hiss, click, interference
to obscure what I hear in

your voice.
Tired beyond tired.
Weary beyond tears.

Spent, debilitated,
you can’t hide from me.
The fatigue, the ragged

need for sleep stalks you
from day to unyielding Afghan day.

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Perfect words…

Prompt by photographer Rob Hanson

Go to Onestoppoetry.com and link your poem to go with the brilliant photo prompt above, provided this week by Rob Hanson…go on…do it…

Perfect Words

If I hold that dusty
bakelite cup close to my mouth
and murmur perfect words
into its black rim, my dead father,
his father, all their fathers before
would hear, would whisper forgotten wisdom
to smooth my uncertainties,
find perspective for my mistakes,
guide my faltering steps towards the future.
But which words are perfect?

 

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