Inaugural Retreat Success

Here’s our latest Chasing Time blog post following our first retreat last weekend, which went even better than we could have hoped for. We’ve already had three 5* reviews (which are included at the end of the post), and are looking forward to doing it all again in a few weeks time!

Source: Inaugural Retreat Success

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Chasing Time Writing Retreats

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As per Sandra’s post on her own website, which I shared here earlier this month, I have more exciting news about the launch of our tutored residential writing retreats. ¬†Two writing friends and I have set up Chasing Time Writing Retreats in a beautiful and quirky Scottish country house, and are excited to share our passion for writing with others. The programme is now up and running and we have taken our first bookings.

Having been lucky enough to go on various writing retreats myself, I know how valuable it can be to escape the everyday routines and commitments you may have at home, and be able to concentrate solely on developing your writing. In Rosely Country House Hotel, Arbroath, we have found the perfect place to host our retreats, with its uniquely atmospheric setting sure to provide writing motivation around every corner.

If this is the sort of thing that appeals, why not click on the link below and check out the rest of our website? We’d love to see you there. ūüôā

Source: Retreats

New Writing Prompt For February….

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With apologies for the slightly late post, but I can now reveal that the writing prompt for February is ‘Carnival’, courtesy of last month’s winner,¬† lassfromlancashire.¬† She suggested that,¬†¬†as Shrove Tuesday is this month and that is when there are pre-Lenten carnivals in some countries, the subject of ¬†‚ÄúCarnival‚ÄĚ would be appropriate, however people wanted to interpret it.

I think that conjures up a host of possibilities and hope it sparks the creative process in those who may want to take part.

As such I welcome you to submit a piece of flash fiction (under 500 words) or poetry on ‘Carnival’ and I look forward to hopefully reading some lively¬†entries.

The closing date for submissions will be the 24th of the month as usual, and you will be able to vote for your favourite between then and the end of the month, with the winner setting the writing prompt for March.

As always, good luck to all who enter :).

‘Mid-winter’ by Jan Strickland

I am very happy to welcome back Jan with her take on the writing prompt of ‘in the bleak mid-winter’.¬† It is perhaps a¬†less literal take on the theme, but one that works equally as well and has a glimmer of hope at the end.¬† Thank you Jan for¬†taking part¬†once again.

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Clutching her little, well-loved Teddy bear that she had been given for her 3rd birthday, 7 year old Tracy hid beneath the sacking in the barn.

It was cold, mid-winter, but at least she was out of the biting wind and lashing rain.

“We will be fine here Toby until the morning, then we can creep out of the village;they won’t know where we are until later. After all, the party will go on late and they will be too smashed to notice I’ve gone. Sorry Toby, they won’t notice WE have gone.”

Toby seemed to nod sagely, his glass eyes staring blankly at her.

“Why do you think they don’t love me Toby? I love them, even when they yell at each other. Is it something I’ve done do you think?‚ÄĚ

She snuggled down and tried to sleep, clutching her beloved bear. The rain beat down on the corrugated roof, the sound eventually helped her to drift off to sleep.

Tracy woke up to the sound of sirens, and people calling out her name.

“Oh, thank the Lord, Bob, she’s in here. Tracy why did you run away? We were frantic with worry.”

Tracy looked up solemnly at her mother and a large solitary tear escaped and trickled down her cheek. “Mummy, you and Daddy are always fighting and yelling at each other, and it‚Äôs all my fault.”

“No, oh no it’s not your fault darling. Daddy and l have been having a few problems, but we are trying to work things out and it‚Äôs nothing to do with you, I promise.¬†Please pet, don’t worry us by running away again, we both love you so much.”

At that she swept her Daughter up in her arms and carried her to the waiting car.

 

 

(c) Jan Strickland

 

‘In The Bleak Midwinter’ by lassfromlancashire

I am very pleased to share with you the first entry for this month’s mini competition, which I think has addressed the writing prompt perfectly!¬† Thank you and welcome back to lassfromlancashire.

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lassfromlancashire says:

In the bleak midwinter
Friends are apt to moan
“My fingertips are frozen
My feet feel like a stone
Snow and hail are falling fast
Snow piles up on snow
If only it would melt away
If only it would go!‚ÄĚ

“Come now, Winter’s not so bad
And if you wrap up warm,
A good thick coat and woolly scarf
Will shield you from the storm.
Come out and see the lovely trees
All decked out in snow
The skaters and the sledges
See how swift they go.‚ÄĚ

Winter can be beautiful
Don’t sit at home and sigh
A Winter Wonderland awaits
Come out, you’ll soon see why!

(c) Esme

 

New Writing Prompt For January….

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I hope, like me, you are eager to continue writing in 2015? ¬†If so why not join in with this month’s mini writing competition to get those literary muscles working again, after what may well have been a somewhat saggy festive season?

Thank you to Jane Dougherty who has provided this month’s writing prompt of¬†‘In the bleak midwinter’, after¬†taking inspiration from the Christina Rossetti poem.

As such I welcome you to submit a piece of flash fiction (under 500 words) or poetry on ‘In the bleak midwinter’ and I look forward to reading any entries which may come in over the course of the month.

The closing date for submissions will be the 24th of the month as usual, and you will be able to vote for your favourite between then and the end of the month, with the winner setting the writing prompt for February.

As always, good luck to all who enter :).

New Writing Prompt For November….

Thank you to lassfromlancashire who has provided this month’s writing prompt of¬†‘Memories’.

I am now pleased to invite you to submit a piece of flash fiction (under 500 words) or poetry on ‘Memories’ and hope to see some thought-provoking pieces come in over the course of the month.

The closing date for submissions will be the 24th of the month as usual, and you will be able to vote for your favourite between then and the end of the month, with the winner setting the writing prompt for December.

Good luck to all who enter :).

New Writing Prompt For October….

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Thank you to AC Elliot who, as last month’s winner, has come up with this month’s writing prompt.¬† Given the time of year he¬†has suggested ‘Halloween Night‘.¬† (I know, October already – yikes!)

As such, I invite you to submit a piece of flash fiction (under 500 words) or poetry on ‘Halloween Night’ and look forward to reading some spooky entries over the course of the month¬†(lucky I’m not too easily scared ūüėČ )

The closing date for submissions will be the 24th of the month as usual, and you will be able to vote for your favourite between then and the end of the month, with the winner setting the writing prompt for November.

Good luck to all who (dare to) enter :).

 

Voting for August is now open!

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Only three entries to choose from again this month, and the voting poll is now attached for you to vote for your favourite entry, whether you entered something yourself or not.  Voting will remain open until the end of the month and the winner will then get to set the next writing prompt.

Who will you vote for?

 

‘A Force of Nature’ by elizfrat

With one day to go before the deadline, I thought I would squeeze in one of my poems to fit in with the prompt of The Day of The Storm.¬† This is based on a tree in the garden of one of¬†my old houses – I was always very nervous when it was windy, but then it had been standing for over a hundred years so I’m sure there was nothing to worry about……

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A FORCE OF NATURE

The large sentry creaks,

battered by gale;

its branches twisting

and folding in on themselves.

As if to protect the trunk –

its heart.

 

A symphony whistles through

early evening air

as leaves dance and spar

and let the wind pass through.

Their music all but drowned out by

the relentless breath of wind.

 

I watch as ground around me

is ripped up;

a cacophony of noise and destruction.

Empty plastic bags ride the gusts,

refuse spills,

and garden debris stings my eyes.

 

I catch a movement

out the corner of my eye

and note a light in

neighbouring house.

Without communication

I still sense their trepidation;

 

their nervous watchfulness

as tree sways

ominously towards

their rooftop.

Then retreats.

 

Then repeats;

Advances and retreats,

Advances and retreats.

 

The majestic oak

becomes a threat.

And I catch my breath

 

And wait

And watch

And hope

That the wind will die down soon.

 

(c) Elizabeth Frattaroli