Hello - Welcome to Tuam Creative Writers'
This year we will meet twice a month, on the first and third Wednesdays, from 6pm to 8pm.
Our venue is The Family Centre – SVP House, Dublin Road, Tuam H54AH75.
The membership fee is €25 annually and €2 per meeting to cover refreshments.
At our meetings we sit around a table. Then we are given a broad theme to inspire us and spend an hour writing about it. All responses are acceptable.
Then, over refreshments, people are given time to read out their contributions, if they so desire. In return they are given suggestions and positive affirmation from others in the group. Our aim is to learn from each other.
Members are free to further develop what they have written during the meeting at home and have it published on our site in the public or members only areas.
Members are also encouraged to write on any topic they choose and in a form of their choice. These contributions will be published on our public site if the author wishes.
Our members vary in age and experience and this diversity greatly adds to the creativity of the club.
We like to recall and remember, to make sense of our experiences while at the same time developing an appropriate style.
Feel free to drop into any of our meetings to see and hear what we do. There is no obligation to join.
The following are examples of our writing. We hope you enjoy them and that they inspire you to come to one of our meetings.
"Enjoy reading some of our recent work."
Riding the Rails
The provision of public transport is one of the keystones of government policy. This despite the fact that public transport is generally a loss-making enterprise.
WE ?
A politician rose to the podium and said, “great work, WE did it, WE flattened the curve”, as in the Covid-19 infections peaks and troughs.
JUST LIKE THAT
JUST LIKE THAT In many respects he was not a nice man. He was a chronic alcoholic, an unfaithful husband, a wife batterer and, for
The Night the Magic Died: forty years since John Lennon was murdered
My mother entering my room to wake me with a death notice became a bit of a habit in my teenage years. In 1977, it
With Orwell, footing turf
I pray for rain to drive us from the bogand for the sun to come out againin time for games of gloryon a neighbour’s sloping field.But the sun beats
A Note to the “Anti-Vaxxers”
The undoubted good news of the imminent arrival of a vaccine, or vaccines, to combat the scourge of the Covid 19 epidemic, has prompted me
Exploring The Stables
On a fine spring morning one February, I made my way towards The Stables on Chalk Farm Road in Camden. As I approached, I was
THE COUGHMAN
Our father’s Hillman takes up our whole garage so we can’t put on a play, or have a Beano and Bunty comic sale
MOLLY MALONE MONOLOGUE
I’m not moving another inch. I spent years wheelin me barrow through streets broad and narrow. You’d think she’d’ve moulded a commodious seat for me
Farewell
after Sidney Keyes In the rainless afternoon I am standing in the line to see you off I want to hold your hands to
Peer Pressure
There was a young man from Seattle Who was fed up of listening to prattle Said he’d come out of hidin’ and go voting
Dear Nana
Dear Nana, I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you to hold your hand, to whisper in your ear, tell you how much I loved you
Irish Draught Horse Mends The Planet
We tried to divert the course of nature thinking ourselves progressive, we dredged rivers, drained bottomland, loughs, bogs, dug out rushes, furze and destroyed noxious
Found and Lost
The platinum blonde woman in the queueTurned aroundWe recognized each otherHer black hair had grown blondeMy brunette hair had grown grayPleasantly surprised we huggedForty years
Mindscape
My Sunday walk through fields in Flaskaghmore is invigorating, the tonic that nature is. Treading lightly, buoyed up on the grass sod, I float weightless
The Escalator
Las Palmas in Gran Canaria has 5 large shopping centres built like American Malls. One of them called, El Muelle, is located in the port
Summer 1966
That summer they arrived every nightfresh from digs and a hasty meal,ordering Guinness or pints of beer,thirsty after a hard day’s graftworking the lump for
Behind Bars
I always hated school. Sitting in class listening to boring teachers talking about their boring subjects really turned me off. And even worse they expected