We are a writing group who meet monthly between 7:00 and 8:00pm. We welcome writers or any or no ability!
As the writer in residence, my aim is to encourage people’s creative abilities. We work from writing exercises and writing prompt to produce short pieces of work that are shared (read aloud) with the group.
We hope to publish some work on the library’s blog, stage open-mic nights where the work may be shared, and hopefully host a half-day writing festival.
The dates of our next meetings are: 21st February, 21st March, 25th April, 23th May.
If you’re interested in joining then get in touch with Joy Wassall Timms at writers@burnageactivityhub.org.uk
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Check out what Joy was doing during lockdown below…..
Here are a couple of Joy’s book recommendations:
David Sedaris – Calypso
Comprised of short, very funny sketches which are often based on his family. Often laugh out loud, and sometimes sad too. Very readable, and some of these were broadcast on Radio 4.
Ayisha Malik – This Green And Pleasant Land:
This was our March reading group choice. A very amusing, at times sad, but mainly uplifting read about a range of characters and families. The book deals with racism, marriage issues, ageing, and different religious attitudes. There’s some great characters such as Bilal, Khala Rukhsana, Shelley Hawking and Rev Richard. A real page turner!
- Writing Group Monday 24th October at Burnage Library October 19, 2022Come along to the Writing Group on Monday 24th October from 7.00pm until 8.00pm at Burnage Library, Activity and Information Hub. The group, which is led by Burnage Library writer-in-residence Joy Wassail Timms is suitable for beginners, with writing exercises to get your creativity going. It’s a fun and supportive group. The November session will take place on Monday 28th November from 7.00pm until 8.00pm at Burnage Library, Activity and Information Hub. For further information email writers@Burnageactivityhub.org.uk
- Goat Song – Joy Wassell-Timms April 14, 2020I mean… we stood there on the Orme, we stood there and stood there… I mean… sometimes we posed against boulders, near primroses, framed ourselves against the sea, I mean… where were they? – with all their cars, and camper vans and camera phones and oldies with white hair, just like us. I mean… in the end no choice but to go down, we were curious, the quiet spooked us. I mean… it was seriously weird on the pier – no fishing rods, no go-karts, no slotties, shutters up. No nothing. I mean… the Prom was empty at 6am, just seagulls moaning about lack of crusts, batter and stale chips. I mean… there’s only so much grass you can eat and there were such juicy ...