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Rachel: Bored housewife, perpetual dreamer. English mother of two Welsh boys. South London and South Wales - my heart lies in both. I like films, books, good TV dramas, comedy, Manic Street Preachers, running, Sauvignon blanc, my family. And since January 2013 I have rediscovered what I had inexplicably forgotten - I like to write.
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Somebody asked me whether I would be prepared to share some of the pieces I write as part of my new writing group and I’m happy to do so for anybody who is interested. This is the first:

The theme was ‘Childhood Memories’ and the prompt I chose was ‘visiting an elderly relative’. 

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My garden is confused! Supposedly mid 70s this afternoon and this on the drive. I’m not complaining but it’s odd. Still it takes my mind off feeling like a child waiting to find out if its parents are going to separate and not having any power to stop them. As an English woman with some Scottish heritage and living in Wales, I think we’re better together.

Spring 1924: Madeleine Allsopp visits Downton Abbey. A growing friendship with Tom and her instinctive affinity with his daughter give cause for optimism. Canon compliant.

They wrote to one another throughout that spring of 1924, as tulips
emerged in haphazard fashion across the lawn and the ancient oak brought forth new buds after its winter slumber. When he later looked back, Tom couldn’t be certain what initially drove him to continue with their correspondence. As promised, he sent her the information Sarah had given him – the qualifications needed, the name of a reputable college in Eltham which he had looked further into himself. It came as no surprise to receive a swift response. Madeleine’s upbringing meant that a gracious reply of thanks would be forthcoming under any circumstances. But there was something in her letter – more expansive than a courteous note – which led him to pick up his pen once again.

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A couple of people asked me to report back after my first session at the writing group I’ve joined. This took place last Thursday and I’m pleased to say that it was a resounding success!

The eight of us (plus two were absent) ranged in age from 14 to 91, so a real mix. Nobody was published and best of all, noone was intensely serious as I had feared. Two of us were new so we all talked about what we wrote, when we started writing, why we wanted to join the group. The 14 year old had written fanfiction too (Hunger Games) and others gave the impression of being interested. The discussion moved on to famous works of fanfiction - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, Death Comes to Pemberley and several scribbled the website name down – perhaps off for a curious browse later on?

One person writes poetry, another wants to write a play for Radio 4, the group leader has written a film script, another man read an extract from the monologue he is working on (and ambitiously wants Anne Reid to perform it), others write short stories, a couple harbour dreams of a novel. So we were a mixed bunch, but all enthusiastic to learn and improve and to exchange ideas. I mentioned that writing is a solitary hobby and that fanfiction had given me a sociable exchange within it (with all of you, even though I know I’m hardly ever on here!) and they agreed that part of the group’s attraction was to meet other similarly minded people.

Anyway, my homework for a week next Thursday is approximately 500 words on a childhood memory, not written in the first person.  We have to read it out loud, which makes me feel decidedly nauseous, but the whole point of joining is to receive constructive criticism so hopefully I will get used to it over time.

So to conclude, it was an unqualified success and I’m really looking forward to next week’s session already!

Asker Anonymous Asks:
My Thursday mornings just haven't been the same since you finished Step with Me. Hope you write another story soon.
welshmama welshmama Said:

Aw, thank you for your message! I’ve had a tricky day so I was very grateful to read this.

However, I’m probably not going to give you the answer you want. I just don’t feel that I have another S/T story in me at the  current time. You may already be aware that I’ve written some canon pieces since ‘Step with Me’ and in fact I am in the process of writing a second chapter to ‘Out of the Shadows’ which I hope to post in the next few days. However, I appreciate that in many cases this is reaching a different audience than my previous stories. Other than that, I’m doing some original writing, which is going extremely slowly, but I’m enjoying nonetheless.

Never say never though - if inspiration strikes, I’ll be back. Thank you again.

You know he’s talking sense, you should come! Lush!

Asker Anonymous Asks:
If you receive this it means you make someone happy! Go on anonymous and send this to 10 followers that make you happy, or some you feel need some cheering up. If you get some back, even better!
welshmama welshmama Said:

Aw thank you! I’m just going to put this out there to you all because I won’t be around to read anybody’s response. I know my contribution to my blog is minimal - I blame a combination of time constraints and technical ineptitude - but I do log on most days and have a scroll through. But I’m off to France tomorrow for two weeks on our family holiday and access to the internet will be very limited. So I probably will stick to checking emails and not come on here, unless I’m alerted to an ask. Have a good couple of weeks y’all (ooh, I sound all American!). A bientot!


Sometimes I feel bad for quitting on a book, and then I remember: life is too damn short to waste time reading books you don’t like, and I don’t feel so bad.

It was after reading this a few days ago that I decided to abandon a book I wasn’t enjoying. I’m off on holiday on Monday and knew I did not want to be still avoiding it as I sat on the beach. There are too many good books out there to waste on those you don’t like.

(via magfreak)


Spring 1924: Madeleine Allsopp visits Downton Abbey. A growing friendship with Tom and her instinctive affinity with his daughter give cause for optimism. Canon compliant.

Excerpt: By the time Tom took to the floor with Madeleine, he felt sufficiently relaxed through a combination of wine and good humour, that holding her no longer felt like the betrayal he had feared. They had got to know one another now and his earlier caution now felt superfluous. It wasn’t comparable to having Mary, Edith or Rose in his arms; there was a feeling of security in being physically close to a family member which was absent with anybody else. But he felt none of the awkwardness he habitually experienced when obliged to dance with other family guests, even after he accidently clipped her ankle with his heel. He apologised, she laughed, he jested and pretended to do it again. They were sufficiently relaxed with one another not to worry about formality. He was glad.

(PS It was only when I logged on tumblr to post this that I realised that it’s EAST Alliance Day. But I have already posted on ff.net so will simply apologise - with hindsight I probably should have posted tomorrow instead)

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