My Favourite Place

Well now that the school holidays are nearly over, I have had a couple of nanoseconds to reflect on where I go from here and try to get some writing done – failing miserably I might add.  So in true Sarah Broadley style, I have entered some competitions with the hope of publication or even just some recognition would be nice 🙂 Well, what else do you do of an afternoon when watching Andy Murray get his first gold at the Olympics…and yes I was blubbering like an idiot along with the rest of you.

Scottish Book Trust : I have submitted a poem that describes a place in Scotland that you have been too and is considered one of your favourite places to go. As some of you are aware, we hired a motor home for a week and went touring with the boys round the Highlands and Islands of Scotland. One of the best memories I have from our holiday is our walk up The Old Man of Storr. I am so proud of the boys for climbing that high, we had an amazing time and were rewarded with fantastic views over Skye and the Scottish mainland. So, on the back of our wee expedition, I have created a rhyming story called ‘Two Wee Boys Meet Storr’s Old Man’.

The deadline for this competition is the end of August 2012, not long to go. It should be on the web site in the next couple of days via the link below. Wish me luck!

http://www.scottishbooktrust.com/myfavouriteplace

 

New Writers Award : I have written a story called ‘One Glass Too Many’ which I am considering submitting for the New Writers Award through the Scottish Book Trust. As with all the prose I write, I delay any finalisation for weeks, changing paragraphs and adding in bits here and there as I never think it’s good enough. So, I will decide this week whether I will go for it or not. I am waiting to see if I can submit Learning To Fall or The Perfect Patch but I need to check due to them being published on web sites etc already. As with a lot of these competitions you can only submit one entry – so it’s either going to be prose, poems or Scots…decisions, decisions.

Exciting times ahead though.

 

 

 

Rain rain go away, come back another day!

Grrrrrrr.
That’s all I can really say about the rain these days. We are better off than some as we are a sandbag-free zone, but it is just endless. I thought we were meant to pack away our wellies for the ‘Scottish Summer’, but alas, not a hope.

I have now updated my blog site, yes I know it’s been a while, so please feel free to have a wee dander and let me know what you think.

What’s a girl to do though when it’s raining so hard the cats don’t even want to go outside? School holidays are upon us, trips in a camper van, sports clubs, cinema ‘let me eat the contents of your purse’ days out, visits to the zoo and copious amounts of wine to be drunk of evening as there is no need to get up early.

Did you hear me boys? THERE IS NO NEED TO GET UP EARLY. Sigh.

Enough said.

There is no good or bad news, there is only news…

As the famous (well in my wee boys minds anyway) Oogway the wise turtle once said, there is no good or bad news, there is only news!

So, the bad news first…

As most of my friends are aware, I entered a competition run by the Borders Writer’s Forum to raise much needed pennies for the Sick Kids Foundation. The winner would have their entry read out at the Borders Book Festival on Saturday 16th June along with receiving some beautiful crystal and going home with an amazing accolade under their belt.

As the theme was to be ‘Illness & the child’ I decided to embark on a rhyming story regarding Wee C’s visit to the sick kids recently. Six stitches for him and a large gin and tonic for mum after we got back.  Both of us are fine now though!

Anyway, I am digressing – I was short-listed from 38 entries down to 11, too much excitement and trepidation in my mind. Sadly It wasn’t meant to be but I still enjoy reading this poem (although not reliving the night itself) and as so many have asked to see it, I am going against all my plagiarism instincts and letting you have a wee look. Please let me know what you think!

Learning To Fall

I didn’t know what happened

When you fell and hurt your head,

You stood up straight away

But you were covered all in red.

 

The shock of your great fall

Really hit us hard,

Of all the bumps and scrapes you’ve had

This topped the list by far.

 

The hole that made it’s ugly mark

Was there for all to see,

You wondered what was going on

Sitting dazed upon my knee.

 

I pressed a towel to your wound

And watched as you grew quiet,

I couldn’t let you close your eyes

Not even for a minute.

 

We sang some songs together

While we waited patiently,

Daddy made a dash for home

– Ambulance on its way.

 

Your brother and your best friend too

They tried to make us laugh,

They did a dance and told us jokes

and pretended to be giraffe’s!

 

We wanted you to forget

Even for a little while,

Of all the pain in your head

in the hope that you might smile.

 

Accidents happen all the time

It’s just the way you are,

We love your scrapes, scuffs and all

Our fantastic little star.

 

We got you home all cleaned up

The end of day in sight,

You went to bed and fell asleep

While we watched you through the night.

 

Seven days later, bandages off

Another brave day for you,

Six stitches out, you were so proud

You even took them into school.

 

I won’t forget what happened

I think about it every day,

You’re such a brave wee boy

and special in every way.

 

After all the lessons learned that day

You still climb up that high,

It hasn’t put you off at all

but did you really want to fly?

 

The doctor’s and the nurses

Made our visit so care-free,

The Sick Kids in Edinburgh

Is the safest place to be.

 

So if you fall and hurt your wrist

Or break your collar bone,

There’s a magical place to make you well

At the other end of the phone.

© Sarah Broadley 2012

And the good news…

The NHS have decided that they really like my ‘Perfect Patch’ poem so much, they are getting in touch with some illustrators to take my idea forward for their web site….watch this space!

 

The Grey-haired Lady

Yes, that’s right folks – it’s me!! Hands up, I am the lady of grey-haired qualities, well according to wee C anyway.

There I was, minding my own business, helping my little cherubs become the studious and fast learners that they ought to be (yeh right as long as they can read and write then I am a happy camper) and giving it some large to the Curriculum of Excellence, as you do, from the comforts of our humble abode.

When our conversation takes a wee turn for the worst:

Wee C: Mum?

Me: Yes?

Wee C:  I’m not very good at this am I?

Me: I think you’re doing really well, now let’s get the last couple of pages done before bath

Wee C: hmmmm

Slight pause…….

Wee C: Mum?

Me: Yes (deeply sighing inward)

Wee C: am I giving you grey hairs?

Me: (trying hard not laugh) no, I don’t think so

Wee C: well, what’s that on your head then?

And the crowd goes wild…….sob

And now for something different…

You may be aware that I like to write rhyming stories. So, it comes with great trepidation and a large amount of courage to announce that I have stepped over to the dark side for a brief moment in time!

After spending numerous hours researching the pro’s and con’s of eye patches and trying to figure out which public domain would be best suited to help with my written word on this subject (see watcha doin’ for a better explanation), I came across a competition for writers through my bible aka The Writers and Artists Yearbook 2012.

However, there is to be no fluffiness or pink clouds or anything that lovely this time as the competition is to be on short stories of the criminal nature. Gasp. Horror. Shriek.

Anyway, I have written a wee piece called Siren and after lengthy conversations with my in-house proof-reader (Neil) we have managed to get it down to under 1000 words.

It’s a monthly competition where the theme changes and there is a winner and four runners-up every month. However in November they announce the overall winner which results in publication. So…onwards and upwards I go. Wish me luck!