Recently, we had a ‘Haunted Library’ at work for the First and Second year students. It was all the work of our wonderful librarian, who turned our school library into a walk-through Haunted House, filled with willing participants – staff in various sates of costume – who were looking forward to scaring the wits out of teeny tiny pupils…
First, let me point out that I am in no way a professional baker. The fact that this worked in any way makes me very happy, even if, compared to other Death Star cakes on image search, it’s a bit crummy 😉 But, I’ll try anything. This was fun.
One of the things that Blackboard Fiction does, aside from write educational books for students, is to help other people self-publish. After some small success with my own volume of short stories, ‘Death and Stationery’ (sneaky plug: download Kindle or iBook) I was contacted by the grandmother of a friend. Having self-published her autobiography in paperback, and, although not having many expectations, she was keen to find out how to take the text to the new opportunities electronic publishing could offer.
Here’s what my partner…fiancee…other half got me for Christmas. He couldn’t wait any longer to give it to me.
My first instinct was to think, thank goodness we found eachother.
My second instinct was: EEEEeeeeeeEEEWWWWWWWWWWW!
‘Tis the season…for Drama Club to do an assembly. A zombie assembly.
Let me explain: last Summer, Drama Club made a zombie film, written and directed by one of my sixth formers, and, despite me then painting their faces to look like zombies on Open Day, when we showed the film (and when parents and prospective parents also come have a look-see what we’re up to), we were asked to do an assembly on it for the new 1st years, whom hasn’t seen it.
This comes as not an entirely unseen or unwelcome surprise. I’ve never really reacted to the jolly stuff terribly well, and I’ve had some pretty horrible experiences, both physical and mental, with drink and those who drink. Having a medical reason, I’m finding, makes not-drinking a hell of a lot easier however, as most people seem to immediately worry when you tell them you’re not drinking, worrying that you won’t be ‘any fun’ or that you’ll stop their fun. I’m not about to stop anyone having fun. I’ll just have a slimline-tonic-and-lime-ice-and-a-slice if you’re going to the bar.
Another go at the ‘reading poetry aloud to strangers’ game, and this time far more successful.
This time, I read Andrew Marvell’s ‘To His Coy Mistress’ and my 16-year-old response to it. (I have promised to actually write something for the next one in Oct…which I’ll try to do but I’m promising nuffing.)
Tonight, convinced by a student who is rather a fan of my writing, I went to a poetry open mike night.
As stated above, I have been rather busy.
The moment came when this was my view: