Creative Writing Workshop

Do you have an unfinished book in you just yearning to be set free? Our all-day creative writing workshop with Carla Billinghurst and Cymbeline Buhler may just help you to make it real. Their hands-on style encourages generation of storylines and stimulates imaginative approaches to writing.

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Carla and Cymbeline have presented workshops at the Library since 2015 and their work has been extremely popular with participants: ‘Fabulous – have done lots of other writing workshops. This is the best’; and, ‘This was a very fun workshop – it flowed nicely to develop the processes and explore different tools that I will definitely use’.

Make it happen for just $25, (age 16+), Katoomba Library, Sat 8 April, 10am to 3pm, book and pay at any Blue Mountains Library branch.

 

Celebrating Women After 50!

Hot on the heels of International Women’s Day join us to meet Julie Ankers author of Feisty, Fabulous and 50+, a collection of ‘warts and all’ stories from women navigating their way tJulie Ankers1hrough their 50s and beyond! A compelling celebration of the laughs and lives of 21 fantastic females two of whom – Kerry Chater and Jenny Mosher – are Blue Mountains locals and will join Julie in conversation!

The featured stories are inspirational, frank and uplifting as each woman tackles her own set of challenges – from financial security to discrimination to life-threatening illnesses – all recounted with humour, insight and self-deprecation and demonstrating the under-stated strength and resilience of these fabulous women.

Book Cover Bigger ImageJulie will share their journeys with you in this FREE event. Bookings are essential, please call or visit any Library branch. Call 4780 5750 for more information. Books will be for sale.

Presented as part of Seniors Festival 2017 – Katoomba Library, Thursday 23 March, 2pm – a FREE event.

Creative Writing Workshop

There are only a few places left for (and only one week to go before) our Saturday 4th March Mountains of Stories writing workshop with Ingle Knight at Springwood Hub (10am-3pm).

Ingle’s will be the first  of six workshops for 2017 in this very popular series hosted by Blue Mountains Library.

Ingle will focus on the writing process; the generation of ideas, use of language and how to construct narrative. His lengthy experience has been in theatre, narrative fiction and script writing and he has also worked as a professional actor and a lecturer and tutor in scriptwriting, creative writing, drama studies and film studies with numerous universities and colleges. In 2010 he was Visiting Scholar at John Curtin Prime Ministerial Library.

Places in all 2107 MOS workshops are limited and bookings for all are now open, so do get in early to book your space. Cost is $25. Book and pay at any library branch or call 4780 5750 for more dates and information. Minimum age 16 years+.

The ocean helps me remember 5

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The character in Alison’s piece has trouble remembering anything at all – but the ocean takes her back to where she needs to be.

I don’t remember anything much these days. Life has become a kind of haze, where nothing starts or ends, it just suddenly is – then, is not. People loom into my view – my eyesight is not so good now – they give me food, or a drink, or pills… and then they fade away, and as often as not I feel sleepy and close my eyes for a bit. This woman in a blue cardy came to see me, said she was my niece. Well, she might have been and she might not, how can you tell? Truth has become a thing that bends and fades round the edges.

I still remember my lovely boy Connor though. Connor comes to visit me a lot. And sometimes he pops me in a wheelchair and makes a joke about me being behind the wheel of the Jaguar, and don’t go too fast Mum, the cops’ll be booking you for speeding. He wheels me out to the garden and we have a lovely chat out under the trees. He tells me all sorts of things I don’t remember now – but he’s such a lovely boy. He’s so kind.

 It’s daytime. We’ve had lunch. And now I see Connor striding into my room.

“Off to the beach we go, Mum. Are you ready?”

I look startled.

“I told you yesterday, Mum, I’m taking you down to Bronte for a bit of a look at the sea. You used to be a swimmer, Mum, real fast. And a surfer.”

Some pictures drifted through my muzzy head. Water foaming up around me, getting up my nose. An ice cream on a stick, with chocolate to lick off the outside. My pink bubble swimmers.

And my arms slicing through the water, strong and brown.

“I swam?” I say.

“Mum, you were a champ. Remember?”

And, weirdly, I do remember.

 

The ocean helps me remember 4

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Jane remembers the feel, the physicality of ocean, her own history with it, and its relationship to all of us.

The ocean helps me remember to breathe. That might sound odd, especially if you’ve ever been caught underwater, the astounding pressure of water above, the inconsequential grains of sand below. It is the rhythm of the tide, rolling in, pulling out, relentless and seemingly without end. It reminds me of days spent in blinding sunshine, water eddying and eroding moated castles built with care a distance away from the ocean’s edge, but there’s the trick. There is no singular defined limit of an ocean, no perfectly marked boundary. Just as no breath is quite the same as the next.  

How I love to look at the horizon, that very slight curve far off in the distance that makes me realise the transitory nature of existence, how the ocean goes far beyond what I can see. The sheer scope of it. The hidden depths, the dangers and delights contained within. It reminds me of boat trips, fishing expeditions, even plane trips. How being perched up in a seat, high above the ground with a bird’s eye view didn’t make the ocean less magnificent. If anything it made it more so.

It makes me think of long journeys, centuries ago, across oceans melding into one another, no clearly defined frontiers, just endless blue horizons with occasional interruptions of land. It reminds me of journeys taken by boat, the vague sense of unease as moorings are left behind and we chase the horizon. The relief as land finally comes into view, the toss and tumble of the ocean’s passage soon becomes a memory.

 

 

 

The ocean helps me remember 3

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The ocean helps Raewyn remember childhood holidays at the beach.

The ocean helps me remember endless days of childhood freedom.

Long summers at the campground just across the bitumen from the beach. At first in the blue bubble caravan, later in the bigger tan one with the striped annex. Being the eldest I was allowed to sleep out there on the canvas stretcher with the grey steel frame. This was Ohope in the seventies. Not crowded at all, with families of kids from all over who had the similar beach dream. Come evening, the bikes, scooters, and roller skates, and later skateboards, came out to play and the gaggle of all-age kids formed a tribe.

My mother always ensured we had these two weeks at the beach, mostly to get my father off the farm, but for our good as well. They both loved the beach. Dad was a one for body surfing, or blowing up the long blue lilo and thundering in on the huge swells that were common in those summers.

Mum’s joy was endless reading on a low fold-up beach chair in the breeze under the beach umbrella, its white tassels beating a wild, windy dance.

“Make sure you don’t drift, keep in line with the umbrella”, was always the instruction whenever we entered the surf. It was easy to allow the tow to take you sideways as you beat an endless path in and out of the broiling shore-bound waves.

I am grateful to have become a life-long lover of the endless summer beach and the deep, quiet blue ocean. The ocean helps me remember my childhood self.

 

The ocean helps me remember 2

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The narrator in Richard’s piece associates the ocean with quite different memories, and we sense a political context here.

The heat is worse than usual, and the flies are relentless in their search for moisture, swarming at my eyes and nose and mouth.

This track I have chosen goes through the stink of the piles of garbage that have built up over the years, so the flies are inevitable. But that, I hope, makes the path a safe one, and I trudge on, drawn by a distant susurration.

I hear voices ahead – loud, arguing voices – and I slip off the track and crouch in the bushes.  The beer-fuelled argument stutters along the track towards the camp from which I have come, and I am thankful they have found something to argue about.  I glimpse a bottle being waved about, and can see that at least two of the four men have bush knives strapped to their waists.

When they are gone, I resume my trek towards that soft sound. It grows louder as I creep through the last trees and out onto the gritty beach.  There is no one in sight, so I can walk to the edge of the beach and let the tepid salt water surge around my ankles.  While sea-birds wheel and dive beyond the reef, as I stand, searching the blue expanse.

The Ocean helps me remember where I came from, and where I hoped to go, before they put me on this island, in that camp.

 

The ocean helps me remember…

Recently our writing group considered the thought-starter “The ocean helps me remember.” We decided to blog the interestingly different responses to those five words.

Therese’s response is poetic, philosophical.

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They say that life began in the ocean, floating around in the Earth’s own amniotic fluid, so the ocean is where everything came from. We can all trace our ancestry back and back and back through time to some unicellular organism whose whole world was water, that eternal blue, sinking down into the black depths.

Perhaps everything is held there, all of evolutionary history, so I imagine the ocean as a place filled with memories. My own as well. All of the world’s memories mingling with flashing schools of sardines and echoing with whale song.

It is not often that I get to stand by the ocean, living inland as I do, but once or twice a year I hear the call, and I cannot help but respond, as if the whales themselves are summoning me. Their song can travel vast distances underwater; but on land, I think the ears of the heart can hear them just as well, can feel the deep vibrations of their sea voices. They call, and I go, finding some quiet corner of a beach where I can be with myself, and no one else.

The smell of salt water and rotting seaweed, the sound of gulls. It all reminds me of summers past, childhood holidays. Sitting on the beach shivering after taking a dip only to be wrapped in a towel baked warm by the sun. Sand stuck to my shins. Fruity ice blocks and fish and chips.

But these are only skin memories, some moving deeper, into flesh, being powerfully felt in the body; but most light on the surface, shallow. What I want is bone memory, and the ocean gives me that, transferring stories, histories, as if by osmosis. When I wade out into the water, and I feel the pull of the waves around my ankles, the push and suck of the tide, the gentle swish of seaweed against my leg, something deeper comes. Bone memory. Ocean memory. Something so ancient it cannot be put into words.

 

Storymaking

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What happens when you ask a group of writers to compose a story on the spot, from a jump-off point?

We gave twenty minutes of the last meeting of our writers’ group, to find out.

“Here’s the situation,” I said. “Someone turns up at the door of a house, carrying a suitcase, and announces to the door-opener that they want to stay for a while. The occupants of the house have never set eyes on this person. What happens now?”

Here’s how the story, as constructed by the group, unfolded.

It’s raining hard. There’s a knock on the door of an ordinary house.” I’ll go,” says the woman of the house.

She sees an aging man on the doorstep. He looks done in. He is of average height, wearing a pale green fedora and a camelhair coat, and is very wet. He carries a bulging suitcase. His boots are steel-capped. “I’ve come to stay for a while,” he says.

The woman is very reluctant to let in this stranger whom she has never before seen. She shuts the door firmly.

Then she thinks: hang on, isn’t that Grandpa’s suitcase? They hadn’t seen him for over twenty years. She opens the door again.

Still wary, she says “Who are you?”

The man looks very ill, and about to faint. He falls across the doormat. “Please… I am very hungry… haven’t slept for days.”

How could she leave him there? She allows him to enter. Then he lifts his eyes and says, “Oh, you’ve changed the wallpaper.”

He knows the house! And he has a Grandpa feel about him – but is not Grandpa… 

At this point we wondered: could he be a twin, a half-brother of Grandpa? His mannerisms are similar.

Could he be wanting the house they lived in? Was there a new will that they had not seen, in the suitcase? Would they be dispossessed of this old comfortable house that had been theirs for a long time?

Could he be an imposter?

Is Grandpa murdered? Is his head in the suitcase? (Hey, why not?)

Stories grow from  tiny seeds. How would you react if a stranger turned up on your doorstep, wanting to live in your house for a while?

 

How to write a book proposal

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“Now is an amazing time to be a writer.”

Thus is the sentiment of Michael Larsen, author of How to write a book proposal. “You are blessed with more ways to get your books written and published and more ways to promote and profit from them than ever before.”

Yet when it comes to traditional publishing, why is it so difficult for new writers to get picked up by big publishers? While there are many ways to answer this, one big reason is that their proposal is letting them down. A writer can spend months, maybe even years putting everything they have (blood, sweat and tears, the whole shebang) into perfecting their manuscript, only for their work to be rejected because of a poorly written or unconvincing proposal.

But why do editors and agents put so much emphasis on the proposal? I mean it’s the manuscript that’s what really counts, right? Well, yes and no. Because, while the manuscript is the main feature of a writer’s submission, the proposal is what convinces the editor to invest their precious time in picking it up and reading it in the first place.

“To sell the steak, you’ve got to sell the sizzle,” writes Larsen.

How do you write an effective proposal then?

This is where Michael Larsen’s book comes into play.

  1. The introduction: “Your introduction should prove that you have a marketable, practical idea and that you are the right person to write about it and promote it,” write Larsen. “The introduction has three parts: the “Overview,” “Resources needed to complete the book,” and “About the Author”. They give you the opportunity to provide as much information about you and your book as you can muster.”
  2. Overview: The overview consists of several parts, most of which are optional: Your subject hook. Your book hook. Your book’s special features (optional). A foreword by a well-known authority (optional). Answers to technical or legal questions (optional). Your back matter (optional). Markets for your book. Your book’s subsidiary-rights possibilities (optional). Spin-offs (optional). A mission statement (optional). Your platform (optional). Your promotion plan (optional). Each point is covered more depth in Larsen’s book.
  3. Resources needed to complete the book (optional)
  4. About the Author: “Include everything that you want the editors to know about you in descending order of relevance and importance that is not in your platform,” writes Larsen.
  5. The Outline: “is a paragraph a page of prose outlining your chapters to prove that there’s a book’s worth of information in your idea and that you have devised the best structure for organising it. Aim for about one line of outline for every page of text… To help make your outlines enjoyable to read, start each one with the strongest anecdote or slice copy from each chapter, then outline it.”
  6. Sample Chapter: “Include the one sample chapter that best shows how you will make your book as enjoyable to read as it is informative.

 

FOR EXTRA POINTS: The parts of an Irresistible Proposal

According to Larsen these are just some of the ‘hot buttons’ that can excite editors enough to buy your book:

  • Your idea
  • Your title
  • Your writing
  • Your credentials
  • Your book’s timing
  • Your ability to promote your book
  • The size of the markets for your book
  • Your book’s subsidiary-rights potential
  • Your book’s potential for bulk sales to businesses
  • Your book’s potential as a series of books that sell each other

 

The above is just an overview of the first chapter. The books goes into topic by topic detail to aid you on your way to writing up a proposal or pitch to any potential publishers, so it’s a really handy tool to have in your writing arsenal. We have a copy on shelf at the Blue Mountains Libraries.

Happy Writing! 🙂

Source: How to write a book proposal by Michael Larsen