Thursday 14 December, 2017
This little tale is a response to a Writers’ Circus challenge:
“I said I’m sorry. What more do you want?”
In this tale, as my Muse took me on a voyage of discovery to distant lands, we visit Shoppers’ Paradise, which could be a shopping centre near you.
Although not set at Christmas, perhaps this story should have been, with a Salvation Army brass band intoning “We Wish You a Merry Christmas”.
Which, actually, we do!
Tuesday 5 December, 2017
Hey, Jude is a novella, around 50,000 words and so would take about two hours to read at one session. It would be best to download the PDF to your iPad or Tablet and dip in as you have time.
This story tells the tale of a modern girl called Jude, revealing her thoughts, love life and some unexpected truths about her family and her neighbours.
It is based mainly in Glasgow and I expect locations will be familiar to many of my readers,
Be warned, it contains scenes of an adult nature.
Go on, dive in and see if you like it.
If you want more like this, try other Maisie Kaywood stories on this website.
Wednesday 11 October, 2017
I am always amazed at what comes from the topics set at our Writers’ Circus meetings.
Choosing arose from a challenge to write about ‘the thing you love best’ or ‘my favourite thing’.
Once the first few words were on the page the rest came in a rush, one of the easiest stories I have ever written, perhaps because the material was all there, in my noddle.
Have a go, you might enjoy it!
Saturday 30 September, 2017
This is another tale about my father, usually called Jack or sometimes Jock.
It came from my Dad and recounts an incident which happened in retirement when Mum and Dad lived at Dewshill Cottages beside the busy M8 motorway in the shadow of the Kirk o Shotts TV and Radio transmitter.
I have enjoyed telling this story down through the years because it captures the essence of Dad.
After a recent re-telling I was urged by my son Craig to write it down.
If you enjoy this one, try Early One Morning, a story from his time working at Yorkhill Hospital for Sick Kids.
Thursday 29 June, 2017
This is a wee tale prompted by a Writers’ Circus challenge - ‘the light switch’.
As I wrote I thought of it as a tale to be told to children, that is, as a ‘read to’ story. And, as usual, I wondered how to find a willing and affordable illustrator.
My writer friend Peter soon pointed out that this is in fact a story for adults, an archive story to remind us all what our wee ones are/were like at Ethan’s stage when questions come relentlessly.
Kareth Paterson my editor suggested that if it was to become a story for kids then it would need a lot of work to dramatise the language etc.
So, here it is, nearly as written. Many years from now Ethan as a bigger boy might read and enjoy it.
Perhaps one day, when Santa brings or sends me an willing and industrious illustrator, I will re-vamp it as a children’s story. Pigs might fly.
As you read you may detect that Ethan is keen on ice-cream and sweets, items he gets only very infrequently. Think healthy eating, think fruit!
Tuesday 13 June, 2017
This is a sad little tale about neighbours in a high rise block.
It was written in response to a Writers’ Circus challenge: “The man/woman upstairs.”
Monday 12 June, 2017
Sorry but this story has been removed under orders from my Editor.
Apparently I posted the wrong, unedited version.
The proper version will bee added soon.
This is another Maisie Kaywood story.
It reveals another side of Maisie and takes us into the world of of the medical profession.
Many thanks are due to Kareth Paterson for her diligence an fortitude. Any remaining errors are all mine,
Tuesday 11 April, 2017
At Writers’ Circus we were challenged to write a piece about flying.
This tale recounts a short joy flight we experienced in Australia when visiting friends.
It happened a long time ago, but the take-off and landing trauma is with me still.
Far better to be in a big, big plane, with eyes firmly closed.
Tuesday 11 April, 2017
This story was written for Euan, our neighbours’ son, then 9 years old.
It is a story about three boys who live at the Antonine Wall, near Bearsden.
The boys live on the safe side which is controlled by the Romans.
They have been told repeatedly never to go north of the wall to the lands where the savage Pictish people live.
However, the best fishing is in the Pictish lands, and the lure of Trottus Enormos proves too great.
Wednesday 15 March, 2017
This is a wee tale set mainly in Dornoch, a tidy, well-heeled coastal town on the far north east coast of Scotland, famous for its golden sand beaches and its world-renowned golf course.
It was written as a response to a Writers’ Circus challenge - “I should have said something.”
The story centres on the actions of Janine, recently retired, who finds a suspicious object on the beach, while walking a friend’s dog.