Loving Those Fat, Buttery Words for the Last Time (Part 3)

Welcome Back

So it’s nearly time to say goodbye to my posts showcasing the work of the Wentworth Writers but not before I share the work of three lovely ladies. (I’m tempted to rewrite that, actually, as one of the pieces is mine...) A big ‘thank you’ to Jacqueline Woods for waiting patiently while Hester and myself got ourselves together. So, here we are - three letters written in the style of Robert Pirosh’s famous Hollywood letter of application.

I hope you have enjoyed this series as much as I have loved putting it together. I think after this one has gone live I will revisit the first and read them all once again, together. If you would like to join us at Wentworth next year, details of how to book will be posted on NAWG’s shiny new website in due course. In the meantime, why not have a look at what else the organisation has to offer? Visit www.nawg.co.uk.
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Our Letters (Part 3)
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Jacqueline Woods

I like Suffolk. The names of the train stations on my journey south: March, Ely, Manea, Peterborough, Ipswich. I like telling you how I learnt to spell the name of my home town ‘I put some water in Charlie’s hat’ or ‘I passed Suffolk when I came home.’

I like the burnt treacle smell of sugar beet and the desolation of the skies and the soft caress of the land. I like Felixstowe on Sunday afternoon and being 9 years old, walking along the prom with my dad toward the amusement arcade with a pocket full of dreams in my pockets. I like Great Yarmouth and Hopton caravan park and the hurt of excitement on the wooden roller coaster, looking out to the expanse of beach and sky that went on to the end of the world.

I like being stuck behind a tractor on the A14 and having time to see the wind moving across the fields.

I like hearing Suffolk accents and trying to find my voice again like searching for lucky pebbles on a beach. I like saying compooter and bootiful and telling people I like to eat soap for lunch.

I like the way that grown men are still called boys and women are gals and doonsys.

I like pink thatched cottages and open fires and dreaming that I could stay here for the rest of my life and never ever travel back to the north.

Hester Dunlop

I like grass. I like fresh cut grass after rain in spring , the hush of hay fields sighing under summers harsh gaze, sharp blades whispering secrets down muddy paths in autumn, hard turf frosted with ice under boots in winter. I like grass in parks, the neat green of the football field, the sweep of the fairway, clumps of straggly grass pushing through the cracks in the concrete under the flyover, clods falling into the river from the waterlogged towpath, grass covering half a continent with a rolling ripple of green. Grass is to lie on ,to fall onto, to make love on, to stain your clothes on, to strip seed heads and throw to the skies like confetti. Grass is a whistle between your thumbs, rub your nose in a crushed handful and rejoice for the world is good. I like timothy, fine fescue, Kentucky bluegrass, I like swamps thick with wet grass, savannas dry as a secret whispering a spell for rain under the harsh sun but most of all I like my 10 yards of lawn to lie down on naked, after the rain.

B.M. Keeling

Dear Madam,

I like making things. I like sticky, gluey, messy things which leave crusty globs on the carpet and a skin-like film on my hands. I like delicate, intricate things which rest perfectly in my palm and come into existence slowly, reverently, without regard for the pressing demands of the day. I like childish things with vibrant colours and shapes as bold as the young faces which inspire me.

Above all, I like working with my hands and my mind aligned; harmonious in my quiet and gentle rhythm of creativity.

Please may I make something for you?
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About me:

I have written and self-published a book of which I am very proud but hardly anyone has read..! (available HERE). It's only 99p on Kindle.

I’m still writing bits and pieces but my free time recently has been spent trying to build up two Etsy shops. One is aimed at writers and lovers of literature: Candelabracrafts.Etsy.com and the other at families with young kids: CandelabraFamily.Etsy.com. It’s hard going getting the views so do drop by for a browse...

Mr Darcy items now available at CandelabraCrafts.Etsy.com. Click on picture to follow link.

If you have read this far then I can’t thank you enough. Goodbye for now from the Wentworth Writers.

Next time:  - something with an Italian flavour...

Keep writing!

Bernie x