Winter Calling #Calling #writephoto

Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

Strength reigns through the barren land

of naked limbs exposed to time

Without adornment horns lift the true

self and eyes peer through darkness

to find life in stillness. What would be frozen

softly beats the heart’s calling

stirring the fire inside that never dies

it waits with patience for the touch

of green renewal to shake the cold

world back to life



For Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto challenge. Interestingly, as I sat down to write about her photo, I glanced over at my teacup and noticed I had also chosen a stag/ reindeer for the morning. 



A Prospect of Whitby (1) The Abbey at the centre of time

The Silent Eye

Above – A Prospect of Whitby Abbey from West Cliff

The title’s cheeky… Bram Stoker created Count Dracula of Transylvania and had him come ashore at Whitby in a ship named The Prospect of Whitby. We’ll not be talking much about Dracula in our coming weekend workshop; we’ve got enough to contend with considering the truth…

There are many ways to approach the centre of Whitby, but only one to truly approach its heart… In the opening shot the phone camera is straining at the maximum of its zoom abilities, but at least generates a clear image across the considerable distance from West Cliff, where we stand, not far from where the car is parked, and excited to be back here here after a gap of fifteen years.

The right of the image shows the key detail: the wide, winding steps ascending from the bustling streets to the ancient…

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Come Celebrate Maine! Book Signing & Author Chat

Bette A. Stevens, Maine Author

Come celebrate Maine with author Bette A. Stevens!

Hartland-based author Bette A. Stevens will showcase her latest release—My Maine, Haiku through the Seasons—at The Newport Cultural Center, 154 Main St. Newport ME on Wednesday, October 23, 2019 at 6 p.m.

Book Blurb

Inspired by The Pine Tree State—Maine’s diverse landscape, natural beauty, rural communities, and independent people—the author’s 150 haiku poems, along with 47 of her photographs, take readers on a poetic journey through the state’s four seasons. The collection also includes symbols and interesting facts about Maine.

What Readers are saying

“Arranged by season, each poem is an exquisite snapshot of life in Maine—its landscapes, wildlife, people, pastimes, heritage, and communities.” ~D.W. Peach, author

“Bette’s style is so captivating that one reading of this book is not enough. I have read it twice but would keep returning to this book to savor the charm…

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Writing what you know?

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

We are always told that we should write what we know. To an extent, that is true, but those who are writing murder mysteries, for example, are hardly likely to start poisoning/bludgeoning/shooting their nearest and dearest in the name of research. As a reader, though, you want to feel as though the writer really understands his subject, with the kind of expertise that seems so natural that it never shows.

Most of us, if we are honest, have experienced, even at the mildest level, the emotions that can, when taken to extreme and pathological levels, lead to such acts. Being human, we have every human emotion in our library of experience, even if some of them are gleaned through immersion in book or film, or experienced through dream. Even if we have to draw upon them and take them far beyond our own experience, we have a starting point in…

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Know thyself…

France & Vincent


No one can see the other’s ‘thought’.


We may fancy we see ‘a thought’

or ‘thoughts’ of the other in action,

but we really only see what we think are those ‘thoughts’,

or ‘a thought’, in action.


If we think we can know the other,

then we are sadly mistaken.


The unseen of the other is impenetrable.

It can never be known and can only ever be seen

as a shadow play flitting dimly upon an outer screen.


The other’s unseen is your seen but unknown.

Your seen is the other’s unseen but knowable.

Your unseen is the other’s seen but unknowable.

The other’s seen is your unseen but known.


Which is why we say,

‘gnothi seauton’.

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Reading All Night, All Day Writing….


In May 2014 I published my first book.

Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle.

This is set in 1976 and follows the exploits of Harry Spittle a 19 something university student, back home for the summer holidays after his first year. Home is miles from anywhere in the New Forest and comprises his parents, younger sister, aged and recent stroke victim aunt and demented cat. He has three goals for those holidays:

To spend as little time as possible away from his family, to make some money and have sex.

Harry finds work in a local hotel, peopled by a range of the weird, the wacky and the psychotic.

It’s funny, scary, sad, outrageous and touching.

That Harry survives is perhaps the most surprising of the many twists but he does.

And now it is 1981, Harry is five years older, training to be a solicitor and working in the West…

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Guest author: Andrea Torrey Balsara ~ I Dreamed a Dream   

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

It was daylight.

I was alone on a dirt road that stretched as far as I could see.

There were no houses…no trees…

Just me.

I glided along the road.

I couldn’t see my hands, or anything that would identify me as me.

“Who am I?” I wondered.

What did I look like?

What colour was I?

I didn’t know.

I tried guessing—I thought I was probably a deep brown.

But I wasn’t sure.

All I knew was that whatever I looked like,

I was me.

I dreamed that twenty-five years ago.

I had recently been introduced to the concept of Unity in Diversity, the understanding that although people were diverse, with different skin colours, different languages and ways of doing things, humanity was one.

The dream unseated my unconscious identity of myself as a woman with white skin. In the dream, I was just me. None of the cultural…

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