COMPETITION … WINNERS
Congratulations The standard of entry was fabulous. The work of all four winners is displayed in the library at Stevenston. They are well worth reading :) Teddy-Bear Sleepover - Stevenston Library
Adoption day - 10th August 2019 The group all donated toys from charity shops and then wrote a story about them. The toys stayed in the library for children to choose and on Adoption Day they got to take them home, plus a booklet containing the stories and the photos of what their toy got up to when no one was watching. |
Remembrance Day - November 2018
Poems as part of the display at Stevenston Library
Poems as part of the display at Stevenston Library
Remembrance Day, Stevenston Library 2017
National Poetry Day 2017
Glasgow Museum of Modern Art (Even held in the library)
Royal Exchange Square, Glasgow, Scotland G1 3AH
Open Mic Event on 28 September (2.30-6pm)
The theme this year is freedom.
Lee Montgomery-Hughes read some of her poetry
to get the event underway.
Glasgow Museum of Modern Art (Even held in the library)
Royal Exchange Square, Glasgow, Scotland G1 3AH
Open Mic Event on 28 September (2.30-6pm)
The theme this year is freedom.
Lee Montgomery-Hughes read some of her poetry
to get the event underway.
Book Launch (15 June 2017)
Stevenston Library (5-7pm)
Book contains writing tasks, exercises and examples of our work
Stevenston Library (5-7pm)
Book contains writing tasks, exercises and examples of our work
Millport, Great Cumbrae, Nth Aryshire
Friday 3rd October 2014
Didn’t we have a lovely time the day we went to Millport ...
to paraphrase Fiddler’s Dram.
Friday 3rd October 2014
Didn’t we have a lovely time the day we went to Millport ...
to paraphrase Fiddler’s Dram.
I always maintain that it is very rare for anything totally brilliant to be achieved in a creative writing workshop and that the whole premise is to simply provide opportunities to gather ideas for things to be worked on at a later date. Inspiration often comes from the most unlikely places so getting out and about gives our own personal muse a bit of a stretch and so SCWG ventured out on a motivational beano.
We couldn’t have picked a better day for a trip to the seaside. The rain lashed enthusiastically on the window and I’m sure we all privately wondered if anyone would be brave enough to tackle the gusto of the Scottish weather. Yet one by one we boarded the Largs train from our various stops of choice and, albeit a little soggy around the edges we were off on our adventure with only one seemingly having fallen by the wayside.
Informed that the ferry crossings were temporarily on-hold due to the winds we descended on an unsuspecting cafe for a spot of breakfast.
Time for a bit of creativity then ... the topic: there is a hole in the road, why?
Regardless of any given subject everyone always has a different take on it conjuring up a diversity of responses, which in turn by sharing often opens other creative avenues never previously explored. This exercise was no different and produced synopsis ranging from mystery to environmental and all manner of things in between.
Finally after a quick ferry crossing, and bus ride right along the stunning coast of Great Cumbrae we happen to chance upon the missing team member, (right place, right time kind of thing) who, having got the timings completely askew had ventured out alone thinking the rest of us weren’t bothering. So, now we were the magnificent seven as always intended ... Millport beware.
The town offers stunning views but it was not the spectacular scenery across to the Isle of Arran that we tuned to for inspiration but the local history. The Garrison House Museum schoolroom afforded us an unexpected personal guide with expert knowledge of local life through the ages, with tales enough to set us up for months of creativity before giving us directions to the Cathedral of the Isles, the smallest in Europe. This was also to answer a nagging question for one of our group regarding a half remembered notion of actually staying there. Island retreats are still on offer but, from what we could gather it was a different kind of spirit that was sort previously, as the images of the past were more incumbent with the darkness of the lane following an evening sampling at the local hostelry.
The Prom gently intimates towards the gentler, more refined Victorian era and although it has not entirely escaped the modern attributes of life there is still a quaint, old-worldly feel to it conjuring images of splendour, with an atmosphere of by-gone-days. Our errant group member, having arrived early had scouted out the best place for lunch, although I still cannot really get me head around the idea up here of unlicensed places directing customers to the local shop for a carry-out. Fortified by good food, good company and lots of wine we rounded the day in the local pub playing pool, which for some, despite their advancing years was a first for them, finally wending our ways home all the more merrier than when we set off.
Embarking on creating a writing group at Stevenston Library was a bit of an indulgence on my part and, to begin with it was only me reading and sharing literary offerings but not anymore. In less than a year our merry little band has blossomed, as was hoped into writers in their own right. So to finish where I began with another 80’s quote ... I love it when a plan comes together.
Lee Montgomery
We couldn’t have picked a better day for a trip to the seaside. The rain lashed enthusiastically on the window and I’m sure we all privately wondered if anyone would be brave enough to tackle the gusto of the Scottish weather. Yet one by one we boarded the Largs train from our various stops of choice and, albeit a little soggy around the edges we were off on our adventure with only one seemingly having fallen by the wayside.
Informed that the ferry crossings were temporarily on-hold due to the winds we descended on an unsuspecting cafe for a spot of breakfast.
Time for a bit of creativity then ... the topic: there is a hole in the road, why?
Regardless of any given subject everyone always has a different take on it conjuring up a diversity of responses, which in turn by sharing often opens other creative avenues never previously explored. This exercise was no different and produced synopsis ranging from mystery to environmental and all manner of things in between.
Finally after a quick ferry crossing, and bus ride right along the stunning coast of Great Cumbrae we happen to chance upon the missing team member, (right place, right time kind of thing) who, having got the timings completely askew had ventured out alone thinking the rest of us weren’t bothering. So, now we were the magnificent seven as always intended ... Millport beware.
The town offers stunning views but it was not the spectacular scenery across to the Isle of Arran that we tuned to for inspiration but the local history. The Garrison House Museum schoolroom afforded us an unexpected personal guide with expert knowledge of local life through the ages, with tales enough to set us up for months of creativity before giving us directions to the Cathedral of the Isles, the smallest in Europe. This was also to answer a nagging question for one of our group regarding a half remembered notion of actually staying there. Island retreats are still on offer but, from what we could gather it was a different kind of spirit that was sort previously, as the images of the past were more incumbent with the darkness of the lane following an evening sampling at the local hostelry.
The Prom gently intimates towards the gentler, more refined Victorian era and although it has not entirely escaped the modern attributes of life there is still a quaint, old-worldly feel to it conjuring images of splendour, with an atmosphere of by-gone-days. Our errant group member, having arrived early had scouted out the best place for lunch, although I still cannot really get me head around the idea up here of unlicensed places directing customers to the local shop for a carry-out. Fortified by good food, good company and lots of wine we rounded the day in the local pub playing pool, which for some, despite their advancing years was a first for them, finally wending our ways home all the more merrier than when we set off.
Embarking on creating a writing group at Stevenston Library was a bit of an indulgence on my part and, to begin with it was only me reading and sharing literary offerings but not anymore. In less than a year our merry little band has blossomed, as was hoped into writers in their own right. So to finish where I began with another 80’s quote ... I love it when a plan comes together.
Lee Montgomery
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