There are plenty of methods for writing stories. Some writers plan extensively, doing all their research before they put a single word to paper; but those methods are easier in some genres than others. How do you plan fantasy? How can you research something imaginary? There will be lots of writing exercises, but no pressure to share what you produce, and lots of discussion — about where to start, just what fantasy is, and how other writers have tackled it. For anyone interested in adding a little magic to their stories. After working very briefly as a bookseller and then in academic publishing, she moved to Tokyo on a scholarship from the Daiwa Foundation, where she learned Japanese.
As part of the research for the latter, she spent three months learning Spanish in Peru, courtesy of a grant from the Society of Authors and a Betty Trask award. Now, she teaches sporadically at Bath Spa University, and worries about book three. It dances between genres and makes partners of several: one could call it steampunk for its Victoriana and etheric experimentation, science fiction for its musings on determinism, historical fantasy for the ways in which those elements are seamlessly blended with late 19th century London..
Pulley's prose is strong and energetic, with a wry edge, and even the most minor characters are drawn precisely How their stories combine, and how Pulley juggles the complex plot and throws in multiple surprises, are but two of the many delights A charming and quietly profound disquisition on predestination, chance and fate' - t he Guardian.
Delve into a lucky dip of archive boxes, diaries and conversation transcripts with Dan Richards Climbing Days, The Beechwood Airship Interviews to learn how to weave it all together to create compelling narrative non-fiction. For years, Dorothy and her husband, I. Richards, had remained mysterious to Dan, but the chance discovery of Dorothy's memoir marked the beginning of a journey.
Having learnt the ropes in Wales and Scotland, he scrambled in the Lake District and topped summits in Spain and Switzerland, ending with an ascent of the severe serrate pinnacle of Dorothy and Ivor's climbing lives, the mighty Dent Blanche in the high Alps of Valais. Shakespeare has in the past been deified. But is everything we think we know about him true? What are the threats to the BBC? She has written widely on the role of the media in politics and society and the history especially of the BBC.
Her books include Power Without Responsibility which has been in print in new editions since and C arnage and the Media. She is on the board of The Political Quarterly and has been a founding member of the campaigning organisation Full Fact. Francis Spufford was born in He is the author of five highly-praised books of non-fiction, most frequently described by reviewers as either 'bizarre' or 'brilliant', and usually as both.
He has been longlisted or shortlisted for prizes in science writing, historical writing, political writing, theological writing, and writing 'evoking the spirit of place'. In he was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. This is a book born of patience, of knowledge accrued and distilled over decades, a style honed by practice. They explore our relationship with the natural world, alongside such themes as childhood, memory, music and the small pleasures of the everyday.
Angela Topping began to publish her poems in prestigious magazines during her undergraduate studies at Liverpool University. She is the author of eight collections and five pamphlets of poetry, as well as three critical guides and several textbooks on poetry. Her work has been set for A level, has appeared in Poetry Review and The Dark Horse , among others, and found its way into over 70 anthologies.
Topping has judged national competitions and edited several anthologies, including a festschrift for her friend, Bloodaxe poet Matt Simpson She gives readings and leads workshops all over the country and her poems have been featured on Poetry Please. She also writes for children and her first solo collection appeared in , with another in the pipeline.
Her latest book of poetry is published by Red Squirrel Press. A former teacher in several sectors, she now works freelance as a poet and author from her Cheshire home. Her poetry is also open to the darkness and pain in our lives without yielding one ounce of her generosity of vision or spirit' - David Morley.
Making your book as brilliant as it can be takes a whole new set of skills.
Journey to Joy : A Memoir by Betty Cranmer by Cynthia Wigdahl (2011, Paperback)
Join Laura Wilkinson for an intensive workshop on how to refine and shape your manuscript into memorable fiction. Learn how to hook the reader and keep them reading; how to ensure your manuscript is structurally sound, and how to give the book a last spit and polish. Leave equipped with the tools and techniques to make your story sing. Liverpool born, Laura is a taff at heart — she grew up a few miles from the Library.
She has published six novels for adults two under a pseudonym and numerous short stories, some of which have made the short lists of international competitions.
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The Family Line is a family drama set in the near future, looking at identity and parenting. Her latest is Skin Deep. She lives in Brighton with her husband and sons. I raced through it' - Jo Bloom 'A truly compelling, page-turning and evocative novel The story hooked me, the questions it raised about beauty and art gripped me, and the characters will stay with me for a long, long time. Highly recommended! As recently as , the Church of England seemed an essential part of Englishness.
Epitaphs of the Great War
The following decades have seen the loss of more than half of its members and much of its influence. How did it happen? Is there any way back? Find some of the answers here. Linda Woodhead read Theology at Cambridge University before joining the staff of an Anglican training college. Astonished by what she saw, she retrained as a sociologist of religion to understand what was happening to the churches.
That night I continued raving for a considerable length of time. In other days, and in a similar state of things, the ravings might have passed for inspiration; and I might have been a prophet, or something more than a prophet—the founder of a new sect. When I was promoted to the companionship of boys of a higher age, and about to leave the school for the university, the enfantillage evaporated. I became sole occupant of a large unfurnished bedroom—a fit place for the visitation of nocturnal visiters; and then and there it was that the devil and his imp appeared to me. Two or three instances of early aberrations I distinctly remember.
One of these was a subject of long-continuing affliction. On a dresser, not far from the fireplace in the kitchen, was, as I mentioned, a portrait of Palethorp, sketched with a fork on the wainscot, constantly before my eyes. I got chattering with the footman, and, whether in play or in anger, I forget which, as I forget the immediate cause, I took up a pair of scissors which were within reach, and threw them at him.
MEMOIRS OF JEREMY BENTHAM; INCLUDING AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL CONVERSATIONS AND CORRESPONDENCE.
At this time I was not breeched. I took aim but too well: they hit him in the eye. Whatever was his pain of body, my pain of mind was greater. Sad was the disgrace into which I found myself plunged. My father, though in all his life he never struck me, yet, being fond of power, and of everything that could afford ground or pretence for the exercise of it, exercised on me, on this occasion, this talent of his with little mercy.
I was sentenced to banishment. It happened to be migration time; my grandmother was gone to Barking already.
Instead of being conducted to my father and mother, at the time of the usual weekly visit, I was sent off, in the middle of the week, with all my infamy on my head. I remembered this for many years after; and, as for any use that this severity had on me, none can I find. The accident had not its origin in my ill temper; and there was nothing from which the punishment would preserve me. The man was under the care of a Edition: current; Page: [ 21 ] surgeon for days, if not weeks. He recovered; and his sight continued uninjured: but in this, or other ways, my mind was seldom without something gnawing upon it.
His vanity was flattered by the distinctions which Bentham obtained from his earliest years; and he fancied his son would become the stepping-stone to his own elevation. The circumstance of his being condemned to death for saving the capital, was excellent. I was very anxious in his behalf, particularly when chained down by the pigmies. I was sad when I saw the Laputans in such a condition; and I did not like to see my own species painted as Yahoos. I was indeed comforted to find it was a goat. I always was afraid of the devil; I had seen him sowing tares, in a picture at Boghurst: how should I know it was not a copy from the life?
I had seen the devil too, in a puppet-show; I dreamt about him frequently: he had pinched me several times, and waked me. I had frequent dreams of a desire to go east; but I found interminable lugubrious buildings between me and the Strand, and melancholy creatures walking about.