Last Creative Writing Workshop for 2017

Mountains of Stories with Ingle Knight


We’ll be holding the last Mountains of Stories creative writing workshop for 2017 tomorrow Saturday, 2 December (10am to 3pm) at Katoomba Library and there’s a few spaces left.

Presented by local writer and academic, Ingle Knight, this will be a stimulating all-day writing workshop with focus on the writing process, the generation of ideas, use of language and how to construct narrative.  For aspiring writers keen to start exploring creative ideas or those with more experience, Ingle’s in-depth knowledge of literature and his experience in discussing ideas and writing styles, makes this workshop a great place to start.

Cost $25, 16yrs+, book and pay at any Library branch.



Judy Nunn in Person at Springwood Library

An extraordinary story – the real life story of best-selling author, Judy Nunn, is as packed full of twists and turns as any one of her novels.

From her idyllic childhood in Perth to an acting career as a favourite in iconic shows like Prisoner, Sons and Daughters, Home and Away and The Box. Judy’s transition as a storyteller, from actress to writer, began with a casual conversation at a party in the early 1980s that led to a job writing for a new TV series called Neighbours.

Today, with over one million copies of her books sold worldwide, Judy Nunn is one of Australia’s most successful authors. In 2015 she was made a Member of the Order of Australia for her “significant service to the performing arts as a scriptwriter and actor of stage and screen, and to literature as an author.”

Judy will be with us on Tuesday 14th November at Springwood Library to talk about her new novel, Sanctuary, her writing and, daresay, how she got to where she is now. If you are a fan of Judy Nunn, join us at Springwood Library, 2pm. $10 per ticket – book at any Library branch, online via our website or call 4723 5040 for information.


Creative Writing Workshop

‘Essentials of Fiction’ is a dynamic workshop delivered by Keith Whelan for our Mountains of Stories creative writing workshop series. Saturday 14 October at Katoomba Library, 10am to 3pm.


Keith has extensive experience in teaching and practicing Creative Writing and has authored and co-authored books across various genres. Keith believes that the best fiction can create intense experiences for the reader: it makes people cry and laugh out loud, stay up all night reading, lets them escape their daily routine and live other lives, changes the way they see the world and becomes a part of their memories. He believes that you can learn how to write fiction that does all this. ‘Essentials of Fiction’ puts the tools in your hands.

Ages 16+, $25 book and pay at any Library Branch.

Beginning, Middle or End…


“There’s no such thing as writer’s block. That was invented by people in California who couldn’t write’ (Terry Pratchett)

Creative Writing Help is at Hand! If you are having trouble getting started, finding your story or even finding a great ending, then consider our dynamic all-day Mountains of Stories Creative Writing Workshop on Sat, 17 June at Springwood Library with Carla Billinghurst and Cymbeline Buhler. Just $25, bookable at any Library branch. Age 16+

Carla and Cymbeline have extensive experience in writing and theatre and they bring a creative, hands-on approach to developing storylines and stimulating writing techniques. Both have a background in theatre and theatre direction and both have written and been published, with works spanning novels, plays, theatrical manuscripts, poems, short stories and articles. They have many years’ involvement in presenting and tutoring workshops and have worked with organisations such as the NSW Writers Centre, School of Playback Theatre (New York), Human Rights Arts and Film Festival, (Melbourne), ‘Searching for Songlines’: Migrant Oral History project – Western Edge, and the Olvar Wood Writers Centre. They have been presenting sold-out writing workshops for Blue Mountains Library since 2015.


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Our writers’ group wrote our responses to this prompt: “There was a familiar scent in the air…”

Always interesting to see individual impressions of a subject.


There was a familiar scent in the air. Annie paused, momentarily struck. It was the soft, sweet scent of freesias, a fragrance of her grandmother’s garden on a warm spring day and not something that she expected to smell in hospital in the depths of winter. She cast a look around the room but there was just one other woman resting opposite her. She was snoring softly and hadn’t woken when Annie had been wheeled into the corner.

Annie leaned forward, thinking that perhaps it was just a floral scent being worn by one of the nursing staff. But there was no-one in sight and all that she could smell now was the brazen note of antiseptic, strong enough to singe nasal hair and cover most of the bodily odours in the ward. She sighed and closed her eyes. It might have been the effect of the medication or a delayed impact of the anaesthetic but as she closed her eyes, suddenly drowsy, she could smell it again.

Annie let her mind wander back to when life was simple and relatively pain-free, when her school holidays were spent at her grandparents’ house and days passed by playing in the wonderland that was their garden.

The freesias were planted in a neat row along the driveway, forming a fragrant guard of honour along the entrance. There were several garden beds at the front and back of the property, and Annie could picture the native trees marching along one fence line, bristling with banksia men and their fierce brown faces. The front garden was encircled by camellias, their blooms both large and small providing a colourful carpet of petals as the seasons changed. A large macadamia tree stood sentry over the driveway, its barbed leaves protecting the tough nuts. Bright bottle brushes and grevilleas tempted the birds, honeyeaters dancing swiftly about when the shrubs were in bloom.

The steep back garden had been terraced in part to grow vegetables. Crisp beans grew against the back fence, sharing a space with colourful sweet peas in spring. Parsley grew in pots, and Annie had loved to pluck and lightly crush the curling herb between her fingers. Large cabbages grew in winter, their dark green and purple leaves encasing the heavy hearts of the vegetables. The cumquat tree had enchanted her; the zesty skin of the carefully harvested small fruit later transformed into jam. A gum tree towered high above the clothes line, a favourite podium for the magpies to sing their beautiful songs.

            Annie walked herself around the garden again, taking slow steps to enjoy the multicoloured freesia blooms, almost too heavy for their stems. She walked over to the camellias, marvelling at the marbling of pinks and whites and reds on the petals, such a contrast to the glossy emerald leaves. She reached out and felt once more the soft and comforting warmth of her grandmother’s hands as the scent of freesias surrounded her.

A familiar scent 2



There was a familiar scent in the air. Those trees, in blossom now, were rare. She had only ever seen them here. Their tight little white flowers appeared once a year, for a short time. She breathed deeply, standing there beside the four-wheel-drive. A peppery scent, it was. With a hint of floral sweetness. She had no idea what a botanist would call them, but she knew them as beloved friends, waiting to greet her at the end of a long day’s drive.

The light would soon be gone, and she had to make camp. But she couldn’t resist wandering over to the grove of trees huddling together near a dry creek bed, breaking off a couple of twigs in blossom, and sticking them in an empty lemonade bottle, and adding a dash of water from her canvas waterbag. She placed the bottle on the bonnet of her car, then set about making camp. Not really much to do. Pitch the small tent and throw her Thermarest and sleeping bag inside. Attach the fridge and stove to gas bottles. Find a flat spot for her table and chair. She could be here for days, so it was worth being comfortable.

Tired now, she leaned against the car, and came away daubed with red dust. The cliff she was here for sat fifty metres away. It took her breath away. Its steep sandstone walls reared up out of the quiet scrub, its veins of claystone just visible now in the late afternoon light, like spidery calligraphy against the stronger reds and yellows. Out of habit she scanned the surface for handholds, footholds, a way up. She had climbed here before, but not for a long time. Not since… well, a long time.

She thought of the ropes and carabiners neatly packed in plastic boxes. She thought of her climbing shoes, and where they had taken her. Up The Breadknife, once. That was hard. But it was good. That was with Ben, when he was still…

She breathed out impatiently and put her camp kettle on the stove to make a cup of tea. She had to get past that.  She would never climb again if she couldn’t get past that terrible, terrible day. Get back on the horse, that’s what people said.

She drank her tea, and found it was dark. The stars blazed overhead in a clear sky. Tomorrow she and that cliff would talk. She didn’t want to think about it now because a twisting pain started up in her belly when she did. But tomorrow. She would climb it tomorrow.

A familiar scent 3



There was a familiar scent in the air…….  and Harry stopped to take it in.  He sniffed, and raised a dampened finger, trying to determine the direction it was coming from.

The soft breeze – just a whisper, really, – was coming from the other side of the narrow street.  Harry wondered if it was coming from the house with the open door.

His morning walk had taken him into an older part of the town, away from the ‘better’ parts – the streets with views, or river frontages.  The houses here were old, narrow, and often unpainted, workmen’s cottages.  They reminded him so much of another city’s poorer quarter, almost 70 years ago.

So did the smell.  It came again, in a complex weave.  He tried to tease apart its components, and, in his mind, was back there, by the kitchen door, watching and hoping for some titbit.  His grandmother, the shortest person in the room, seemed the largest, as she directed the activities of his mother and all his aunts.

The things that came out of that kitchen were marvellous, and the scents drifting past his nose were calling him back there – the roasting meat, the cooking onions, the warm aroma of bread and pastry that had been set out to cool, and, there, he had it at last, the mystery components – pumpkin pie, nutmeg, and cooked apples.

A car stopped in front of the house.  Two adults, uttering warnings about good behaviour, ushered four children from the car towards the house.  There was shouting and laughter as they ran for the front gate.  The last child, a skinny, tousle-haired boy, looked across at Harry, and smiled – and Harry felt young again.

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+.