Written Right On the Road

On a bright autumn day, with the sun shining bright,
We set out to see the most beautiful sight.
The sea lapped up around Durdle door.
Glistened and sparkled and glistened some more.

Sandbanks peninsula – natural beauty for sure,
Beautiful beaches, sparkling sea; I couldn’t want more.
Mesmerising hours spent strolling stunning Shell Bay,
Before the chain ferry returned us at the end of the day.

Staying Local For A While

It was an honour to be able to write for Pomfretian, the local community magazine. Read what I had to say on my new home town! Luckily for those who don’t live locally, Pomfretian publish all of their material online here.

Article: Plenty to Take A Peek At in Pontefract

Review of My Book Review!

Whilst it’s not my normal genre of writing, this week I was invited to write a book review.  As I leafed through the 1000 or so pages, I found I rather enjoyed doing something a little different. Clearly I did a decent job (even if I do say so myself!) as rather excitingly I was asked (and have agreed) to write the next one too! In the meantime, if you know anyone in the market for a good criminal law book, they might want to read on! Or alternatively if you have a review of your own that needs writing, here’s an example for you to have a look at.

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Emotions In Poetry

Sometimes the best way to help families and friends share both happy and sad  emotions is through the written word. Here’s a poem written by Written Right to help a family.

Seven Years Ago

I watched a Facebook memory today
They often just pop up
It took me seven years back,
With you and your toy pup.

Seven years ago today,
You decided you could walk
It was you, me and Nana,
In the playroom near the chalk!

We were VERY proud ,
I hope somehow you knew it,
We’d waited a longtime for steps
Rather than a ‘shuffle as you sit’.

Fast forward now to more recent times,
These memories aren’t quite the same
Because I remeber all too easily,
The day the bad news came.

Eight months ago today,
My world changed for ever,
I took you to the doctors,
You weren’t feeling very clever.

The GP who we saw,
Was calm but couldn’t fix it
“Go and check at the hospital” he said,
It’s better than to risk it

That night at the hospital,
We got the worst news we ever could,
Within a few quick minutes they said,
“Leukaemia”, something wrong with your blood.

You weren’t in the room right then,
They’d taken me to the side,
You were happily playing games,
Whilst Nana and I dried our eyes

Seven months ago today,
After you’d fought so hard all month,
You were doing so very well,
There was no more leukaemia in your blood!

We didn’t get that news,
Until a few months later on,
So we never got to celebrate,
That leukaemia had gone.

Instead that very same day,
Came some devastating news,
You’re little body gave up,
Whilst you were in the operating theatre having a snooze.

The medication had been too harsh,
You’d fought a nasty infection too,
But there were no warning signs,
That it was all too much for you.

Here one moment, gone the next,
You never did stay still!
You were now at peaceful rest,
No longer feeling ill.

How has life has been since then?
I don’t know where to start,
All that I can say is,
I have a broken heart

We try to be all positive,
To be as brave as you,
You touched so many people,
Who will never forget you.

So it’s nice to see this time hop,
Pop up and see you up near,
Because it’s often this part of the month,
When I’ve faced head on a fear.

Be it fear of what could happen,
Now that you could walk,
To the fear of making sense,
Of all the doctors’ talk.

Then there’s fear of life after,
Now we can’t hold you near,
And worries about the future,
For others we hold so dear.

Two months ago today,
People started to close their doors,
Sadly coronavirus means,
Being with people is safe no more.

In some strange way I’m glad
That you don’t have to live through this,
Because it’s really not easy,
Not seeing those who we miss.

COVID takes no prisoners,
Ironically that’s what lockdown for you would mean,
In isolation tucked away,
Where we could keep everything extra clean.

So today is a funny day,
Only 7 months since you passed,
So much since has happened,
But the old memories will always last.

It doesn’t feel much easier yet,
To remember with dry eyes.
And why you can’t be here still,
I’ll never understand why.

But treasured memories I do have,
To remind me of your mischief and your cheer.
And to these I cling on fondly,
Now I can’t hold you near.

The power of blogging

“Companies that blog get 55% more web traffic and 70% more leads than those that don’t”. – HubSpot

With statistics like that, there’s never been a better time for your company to tell the world what you’re doing. But at Written Right we know that time is often in short supply, and you’re too busy doing what you do to give people a polished message about how good you are at it. So why not leave the finessing of your message to us, so we can help you turn those leads into business.

February 29th

Being, amongst other things, a well established proofreader, I’m always on the lookout for exceptions to a rule and where appropriate helping things fit more neatly into norms and common practices. But I do love it when I find something a little out of the ordinary, quirky or unique. So this month, I’ve been reflecting on the uniquess of leap days; February 29th, a quadrennial day. There are so many things that happen on this date. My personal highs and lows (you decide which are which!) are: the french paper La Bougie du Sapeur will be published once again for just a day; romantic loved up ladies wanting to follow a tradition dating back to the 5th century get a reminder that it’s a customary day to ‘pop the question’ to their beau; if you’re on a fixed monthly rent you can revel in one rent free day; last but not least we get a firm reminder that with each leap year comes the Olympics and the Euro football championship. I could muse over the wonders of this day for a long time,  but alas I have other topical themes to write about too.