On Saturday, March 22nd, I spent a very interesting and informative day on a writing course run by Pam Weaver, whose family sagas include There’s Always Tomorrow, and Better Days Will Come, published by the Avon division of HarperCollins.
The venue for the day was The Roundstone Room at Haskins Garden Centre
near Worthing, where we were very well catered for; coffee, tea and cold
drinks to hand all day and their excellent ‘Regal Lily’ buffet at
The day began at 10am when fourteen keen writers – including just one
brave gentleman – introduced ourselves to the group, with a brief
explanation of our experience and aspirations. I love attending this
type of day course, it’s a step into the unknown to find oneself in a
room full of strangers with whom you have only one thing in common – the
desire to write. Some want to write down the bedtime stories they tell
to their children or grandchildren; some are keen to write a memoir, not
necessarily with the goal of publication but for family members; some
have already had magazine articles and/or short stories published. But
if your dream is to be a successful, best-selling author then who better
to advise and guide you through potential pitfalls, than someone who
has already travelled that road and reached her goal?
Pam had created a ‘Plan for the Day’ which, briefly, involved advice on
creating good characters (with a ten point check list); plot, pace,
theme, point of view – and the all-important ‘hook’.
We were given advice on what agents and publishers really want, and
crucially, what they don’t want! This included useful guidelines on how
to write a synopsis of your novel to accompany your submission.
A fun part of the day for me was the class exercise. Pam asked us to
take a wander around Haskins during our lunch break and pick out an
interesting character, observe them discreetly (she didn’t want any of
us to get arrested!) then return to the meeting room to write a
paragraph about them. As well as writing about what we had actually
observed, we were to use our imagination and include something about
them which we couldn’t know just by looking at them. I found myself
weaving and dodging around the various gift, household and clothing
displays following a couple on their search for a Mother’s Day present.
At least that’s what I surmised they were doing; and it looks as though
someone’s mother will be getting scented candles!
All in all, it was a very enjoyable day. The programme Pam had put
together and the way she worked through it was both useful and
encouraging – thank you, Pam – and it’s also good to spend time with
other writers – they’re such friendly people!
Pam Weaver’s latest book, For Better For Worse, will be published by Avon in July this year.
Friday, 28 March 2014
Monday, 17 March 2014
Although the visitor facilities, the gardens and the deer park are open every day, the Hall itself is closed on Thursdays and Fridays. We visited early on a Tuesday morning in beautiful spring sunshine, collected our timed tickets and joined the queue to enter the Hall. I was surprised just how many visitors there were on a weekday morning – the recreated hospital has only been open since the beginning of March and will, no doubt, get even busier at weekends and during school holidays. Groups enter at ten-minute intervals, which is essential in order to give visitors time to read all the information and view the exhibits before the next group follow on your heels. Patience is needed when there are two or three people standing between you and what you want to read!
After passing through an ante room which contains the background information about the hospital, you enter the saloon, temporarily stripped of its valuable furniture and paintings and recreated as the main ward. A case note is tied to the foot of each iron bedstead, giving the soldier’s name, his injury and a brief account of the treatment being given. These are actual details taken from the hospital records and the injuries include gassing, trench foot, shrapnel wounds and shell shock. Some of these men would have been sent back to the front as soon as they had recovered. These personal, horrific, details relating to real men – photographs of some of them are displayed in another room – make passing through this ward a very moving experience. One of the beds was occupied, a young man in hospital uniform sitting up reading a newspaper. A tobacco tin and a small plate with a slice of bread and jam lay on the locker beside his bed. Later we saw him at the piano in the rest room exchanging banter with a young nurse.
The recreation of the operating theatre is very oddly situated underneath the main staircase; necessary because of the proximity to the toilet in the nearby billiard room.
I don’t want to spoil any potential visitor’s experience by giving too much detail here about the stories of the individual soldiers; you can follow their fate as you make your way through the Hall. This auxiliary hospital has been faithfully recreated from letters, artefacts, and photographs, along with entries from Lady Jane’s scrapbook, and I would thoroughly recommend a visit to anyone who is in the area over the coming months. It brings the horrors of war to life by small, personal details, and also shows the remarkable spirit of selflessness of Lady Stamford, Lady Jane Grey, the doctors, nurses and other staff who helped make Stamford Military Hospital a ‘soldiers’ sanctuary’.