Capital Crime – New Voices Award 2019

It was late last night when I saw the tweet. And it was a nanosecond after that I leapt from my chair and fist-pumped. There may have been a shouted exclamation too. Nominee. . . sounds good, doesn’t it? And, in a double whammy, the title I voted for, “The Last Bird”, made it onto…

Capital Crime – New Voices Award

During the course of last week, I submitted the opening three chapters of my WIP (work in progress), “The Kerning”, to the Capital Crime New Voices Award. Voting for this award closed at midnight last night. I now eagerly await to hear if I have made the shortlist. The winner will be announced at the opening night…

A Rubbish Poem #04.

(by Gavin Dimmock. July 30, 2019) **It’s Tuesday it’s “bin day”.**   A Rubbish Poem #04 Perched high atop the lumbering beast, he oversees The weekly feast, As down below, in dirty streets, his Hi-Viz crew Prepare the treats That the behemoth Chomps and chews and gnaws.   He watches as yellow vests feed the…

Titles…

After a brief dalliance with the title “Requital of Innocents” and following on from a very informative and illuminating writing course, my book (should it ever get finished!) will revert back to its original title. Welcome back “The Kerning“. The feedback received from my course tutors has given me the confidence to reinstate the themes…

Herald. A Festive Tale.

  This is a short(ish) tale that I began to write a couple of weeks ago and then spent some of the intervening time tidying up and adding to. Whilst fictional, elements of it have been inspired by people, places and events, true to me. “Ingrebourne”, for example, was the telephone exchange area for my…

A Rubbish Poem #03. The CMBC choir.

(by Gavin Dimmock. December 4, 2018)   Eight fifteen on Tuesday’s chilly morn, Three weeks yet until the Saviour’s dawn. A feeble orange sun helps dispel the sheen Of frost that hides your frozen windscreen. With scratch and scrape, scrape and scratch You hurry to clear enough of a patch Of glass in which you…

First Night.

As can often be seen at the start of films, TV shows, and books, this short story (possibly the beginnings of something longer) is “inspired” by true events. I hope you enjoy it. A huge thank you to my Shotgun Rider for that ideal and perfect description, just two words actually, but two words that…

The Edges. (The beginning of a new short story?)

The opening line for a story popped into my head yesterday. It came unexpectedly to me while I was in my workshop preparing graphics for a client. It was only the whisperings of a first line and, initially, I disregarded it. It has resurfaced again this morning and, so, I’ve committed these sparse lines to…

A Rubbish Poem #02

Technically, I am still waiting for them to arrive. Worries for them are mounting now but, in anticipation of their imminent appearance, here is another poem from today. Lo! Can you hear that sound on the breeze? It carries to us as it snakes through the trees. They’re coming at last and will arrive soon…

A Rubbish Poem #01

We all like familiarity in our lives. On our street, some of that familiarity is provided with the arrival of the bin men around 0800 every Tuesday. When they fail to arrive on schedule, you notice their absence. Here is a poem, penned while I wait for them. Where are the men in their hi-viz jackets? Who…

Creating suspense. A workshop by Liz Mistry.

Yesterday, Saturday 17th March 2018, I attended a two hour workshop on “Creating Suspense”. Hosted by Liz Mistry, the Bradford based crime author, the workshop was part of 2018’s Huddersfield Literature Festival. The workshop was well attended and was a thoroughly enjoyable event. Liz gave us plenty of advice and thought provoking ideas designed to help…

One sentence – Creative Writing exercise.

My Creative Writing class exercise this week was to select a book from the selection available and then choose one sentence and use that as the beginning of a piece of writing. The books had been chosen simply based on their bright and colourful covers. If one of the books was something we had previously…