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On with the Midsummer Madness show!
We had a fantastic response to our call for submissions for next Sunday and are busy putting together a sizzle of solstices with a sprinkling of swimming pools just in case the heat gets to much. Check back in a couple of days for our final line-up and running order. Expect to see supernovae and…
Story Sunday makes it onto Zoom
Thanks to Suzanne McConaghy for her thoughts on our recent Story Sunday event and her tips for reading online. I was delighted to be asked to submit a thousand words for ‘Story Sunday’ at the Bristol Festival of Literature. I started writing in a flurry of enthusiasm and found I’d produced something fairly bleak –…
Summer news: publishing deals for Heather and Ali
Hello fellow writers and readers and apologies for being off the scene for a while. However we have some excellent news to report and can also give you the heads-up for our next event in October, part of the annual Bristol Litfest extravaganza. First, the good news. In between all that short story action last year,…
Midsummer Madness – full programme
Here t’is! Sunday’s full programme. Tickets £5 on the door. Southbank Club Bedminster, BS3 1DB 6.30 – 8.30 pm Come and support our brave readers. (Note to brave readers: we can’t wait!)
As Elvis rocks back to life, why does biopic mean so much more than ‘biofic’?
A biopic is a film which aims to tell a life story, usually of a historical figure and/or or celebrity in one sphere or another. The most popular examples include Ghandi, Lawrence of Arabia, Malcolm X and Schindler’s List, with The Theory of Everything, Raging Bull and Amadeus also featuring. You could claim they are filmed biographies, or set out to be.
Children and writing don’t mix – or do they?
Jenni O’Connor, novelist, haiku poet, journalist and copywriter, is also mother to Zoe, aged four. Here she muses on the unlikely fusion between writing and parenting. “Children and writing don’t mix.” So said one famous male writer, whose name escapes me, presumably as he hastened to the haven of his oak-panelled study, slamming the door to shut…