Read Regional Author Events

PrintWe are very pleased to be taking part in the Read Regional campaign again this year. Now in its seventh year, Read Regional is a unique campaign run by New Writing North that partners with libraries and publishers to give readers the chance to meet authors in their local libraries. As well as the author events, all of the Read Regional titles are stocked in 19 library authorities across the region, creating a wealth of northern literature available to borrow. To find out more about all the authors featured in this years campaign visit the Read Regional Website.

Last-King-of-Lydia1We are hosting 3 events over the next few weeks. Next Wednesday 29th April Tim Leach will be visiting Chapel Allerton Library to talk about his latest book, The Last King of Lydia. This is the story of Croesus. Croesus was the wealthiest man of the ancient world, whose name is proverbally associated with magnificent riches – ‘rich as Croesus’, as it is sometimes said. Yet the thing that seemed to concern him the most in his life was not wealth or power, but happiness. Come along at 5.45pm to hear why Tim chose Croesus to write about and the research he carried out to do so.

Quick-The-copy1On Monday 11th May at 5.45pm Rothwell Library are hosting an event with Lauren Owen. Lauren will be talking about her debut novel, The Quick. This is a Victorian gothic tale set in Yorkshire. To discover the secrets of ‘The Quick’ you must first travel to Victorian England, and there, in the wilds of Yorkshire, meet a brother and sister alone in the world, a pair bound by tragedy. You will in time, enter the rooms of London’s mysterious Aegolius Club – a society of the richest, most powerful men in England. And at some point – we cannot say when – these worlds will collide.

TookeyMissel-childCVR6mmLater in May we will be hosting a Poetry morning at Oakwood Library. This is on the 21st May and starts at 11.00am with a poetry workshop where you can read and discuss a selection of poetry.  Following that Read Regional poet Helen Tookey will read from her latest collection of poems.

#FF Poem of the Week

A Poison Tree by William BlakeWilliam Blake: poems

I was angry with my friend;

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe:

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

 

And I waterd it in fears,

Night & morning with my tears:

And I sunned it with smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles.

 

And it grew both day and night.

Till it bore an apple bright.

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine.

 

And into my garden stole,

When the night had veild the pole;

In the morning glad I see;

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

#FF Poem of the Week

Landscape With the Fall Of Icarus by William Carlos Williams

According to Brueghel

when Icarus fell

it was spring

 

a farmer was ploughing

his field

the whole pageantry

 

of the year was

awake tingling

near

 

the edge of the sea

concerned

with itself

 

sweating in the sun

that melted

the wings’ wax

 

unsignificantly

off the coast

there was

 

a splash quite unnoticed

this was

Icarus drowning

#FF Poem of the Week

Remember by Christina Rossetti

 Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann’d:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts

Writing competitions closing in May

The Bridport Prize

 

Up to 5,000 words for the short story; 42 lines for the poem.

The poem and short story categories each have a first prize of £5,000, second prize £1,000 and third prize £500. An additional 10 supplementary prizes (for each category) of £50 each are awarded. A new category for flash fiction with a prize of £1,000 was launched in 2010. There is a second prize of £500, 3rd prize of £250 and 3 supplementary prizes of £50. In 2014 the Peggy Chapman-Andrews first novel award, named after the Prize’s founder, was launched. The first prize is £1,000 plus a up to a year’s mentoring from The Literary Consultancy. A runner-up prize of £500 is also offered.

Entry fee – short story: £9 each; poem: £8 each  – open to anyone over 16 from the UK or overseas.

Closing date: 31 May

 

London Magazine’s Poetry Competition

Opens  for entry 1 April

First prize: £300, second – £200, third -£150.

The winning poem will be published in a future issue of The London Magazine, both in print and online. The runners up will be featured on the website.

Entry fee:  £7, subsequent poems £5

Closing date:  31 May

 

Frome Festival short story competition

Any theme, between 1000 and 2200 words.

First Prize, £300, second £150, third  £75

Winning stories will be read by a leading London literary agent and suitable stories will be forwarded (with the writer’s agreement) to IPC Magazines/ Frome fm radio station for consideration.

Entry fee: £5

Closing date: 31 May

 

WritersReign short story competition

Stories of between 1,000 and 1,500 words on any  theme

Prizes: 1st – £100.00; 2nd – £50.00; 3rd – £25.00 plus 3 Highly Commended – £10.00

Entry fee: £3.50 per story, £6 for two

Closing date: 31sMay 2015

#FF Poem of the Week

Loud Without the Wind Was Roaring by Emily Bronte Selected poems

Loud without the wind was roaring

Through th’autumnal sky;

Drenching wet, the cold rain pouring,

Spoke of winter nigh.

All too like that dreary eve,

Did my exiled spirit grieve.

Grieved at first, but grieved not long,

Sweet–how softly sweet!–it came;

Wild words of an ancient song,

Undefined, without a name.

 

“It was spring, and the skylark was singing:”

Those words they awakened a spell;

They unlocked a deep fountain, whose springing,

Nor absence, nor distance can quell.

 

In the gloom of a cloudy November

They uttered the music of May ;

They kindled the perishing ember

Into fervour that could not decay.

 

Awaken, o’er all my dear moorland,

West-wind, in thy glory and pride!

Oh! call me from valley and lowland,

To walk by the hill-torrent’s side!

 

It is swelled with the first snowy weather;

The rocks they are icy and hoar,

And sullenly waves the long heather,

And the fern leaves are sunny no more.

 

There are no yellow stars on the mountain

The bluebells have long died away

From the brink of the moss-bedded fountain–

From the side of the wintry brae.

 

But lovelier than corn-fields all waving

In emerald, and vermeil, and gold,

Are the heights where the north-wind is raving,

And the crags where I wandered of old.

 

It was morning: the bright sun was beaming;

How sweetly it brought back to me

The time when nor labour nor dreaming

Broke the sleep of the happy and free!

 

But blithely we rose as the dawn-heaven

Was melting to amber and blue,

And swift were the wings to our feet given,

As we traversed the meadows of dew.

 

For the moors! For the moors, where the short grass

Like velvet beneath us should lie!

For the moors! For the moors, where each high pass

Rose sunny against the clear sky!

 

For the moors, where the linnet was trilling

Its song on the old granite stone;

Where the lark, the wild sky-lark, was filling

Every breast with delight like its own!

 

What language can utter the feeling

Which rose, when in exile afar,

On the brow of a lonely hill kneeling,

I saw the brown heath growing there?

 

It was scattered and stunted, and told me

That soon even that would be gone:

It whispered, “The grim walls enfold me,

I have bloomed in my last summer’s sun.”

 

But not the loved music, whose waking

Makes the soul of the Swiss die away,

Has a spell more adored and heartbreaking

Than, for me, in that blighted heath lay.

 

The spirit which bent ‘neath its power,

How it longed–how it burned to be free!

If I could have wept in that hour,

Those tears had been heaven to me.

 

Well–well; the sad minutes are moving,

Though loaded with trouble and pain;

And some time the loved and the loving

Shall meet on the mountains again!

Calling all budding crime writers

How to write crime fictionNew book this week, How to write crime fiction by Sarah Williams

This book provides a comprehensive overview of all the different kinds of crime fiction, with examples from successful contemporary writers in each of the different genres, and clear explanations and exercises to help the beginning writer hone their craft, and discover the kind of crime fiction, the plots, the themes, the language, that work best for them

 And find out how the experts do it Talking about detective fiction by P. D James

Dealing with the craft of detective writing and sharing her personal thoughts and observations on one of the most popular and enduring forms of literature, the author examines the challenges, achievements, and potential of this genre.

The crime writer’s guide to police practice and procedure by Michael O’Byrne – ‘The Crime Writer’s Guide To Police Practice And Procedure’ is the detective in your pocket – something you can reach for when you feel your writing needs that short sharp shock of real-life investigating