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Selected course participants' writing | Cathy's blog

 

Showcase stories are drawn from course participants' assignments and work. These pieces are featured with the authors' permission but may not be used elsewhere.​

 

A most mysterious thing

Strange things sometimes happen at the writers’ groups. Here’s one of them ... A basket has magically appeared in my living room. Please,...

Writers' groups: a weekly update

The writers who meet in my home each month are a constant source of inspiration and delight. There are novelists and columnists, a poet...

Kindness

John O’Donohue, who writes with such wisdom about the human condition, says: “There is a kindness that dwells deep down in things; it...

Snapshots of a life

My first magazine article, published 30 years ago, has a picture of me, the wannabe writer. There I stand: a young, suburban mother of...

Pushing my buttons

An email arrived the other day, offering me access to three short presentations by a well-known teacher. Sign up and enjoy this FREE...

The Rock Generation

By Cathy Eden At 8.30 on this perfect morning, low tide offers a shining expanse of sand as a mirror to the mountain. There’s no sign of...

Where does the time go?

By Cathy Eden Every year I go to great lengths to plan a daily programme; one that includes household chores, meditation, exercise, time...

Kalk Bay cliché

The vans are lined up on Kalk Bay pier. The catch is in, and it's a big one. Silvery snoek lie in a glistening heap, but not for long....

Spring fashions

By Cathy Eden My walk this morning takes me over Belmont bridge and up to Rondebosch common. At the crest of the bridge there’s an...

Holy circus

My walk this morning takes me over Belmont bridge and up to Rondebosch common. At the crest of the bridge there’s an apartment window...

Let the light in

Twelve months seem to have flashed by and here we are, preparing for another trip around the sun. I'm not one for new year's resolutions,...

Dressing the part

'Come to dinner,' Elizabeth said, 'I want you and Jean to meet each other.' To be fair, I have to point out that it was hellish hot that...

In love with the new season

By Cathy Eden Autumn is, without doubt, my favourite time of year. The debilitating heat of summer is over; the smog-clearing wind, for...

Spar Vagrant

By Cathy Eden I smell him before I see him: feral, dank, his scuffed denims exuding the mustiness of last night’s inhospitable subway....