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February 2016


Trudy could hear the music coming from the next classroom, loud and pulsating. The beat was familiar; she had heard it a thousand times on the radio recently. The door opened and the blast of song became louder. The music room students were really loud this morning! She had heard that they were forming a Glee club, just like the TV show.

Trudy tapped her feet quietly under the desk. This was so infectious! She glanced at Tommy Fisher sat at the desk in front of her, his head down in concentration. He was tried to figure out the math equation on the blackboard. Another student entered the room, followed by a blast of Rihanna’s latest groove. It was Summer Underwood, the most popular girl in the class. Trudy frowned as she looked at Summer’s long golden locks and neat figure in a tight sweater and shorts. She was wearing the latest suede pixie boots that were all the rage. Trudy envied her.

She tapped and moved her feet in time to the beat, She felt as if her limbs had lost control, had given themselves up to a mystical music guru. Her hands were now swaying and clicking. The rhythm moved across to her shoulders, and she stood up, unafraid and free. She moved away from her desk and made her way to the door, oblivious to the open mouths that followed her. The classroom door moved inwards, as someone let themselves in; it was Mr ‘Stinky Pants’ Sneddon.

‘What’s going on in this classroom? Shouldn’t there be a Math test in progress?’ He stopped in front of Trudy. ‘You – my office – now!’

She sat in front of the desk of Sneddon’s office, unrepentant. The music had controlled her, isn’t that the truth?

‘Er, Trudy….Mrs Griffiths. As the head teacher of Math, shouldn’t you be setting and example?’

Copyright Suzanne Bowditch, 2016.


The Angel of the North appeared to the right of the motorway, silhouetted by the deep blue of the dusk sky. Pink clouds moved behind the huge statue, a comforting reminder to all that traveled this route were nearer to their destination, in more ways than one.

The road sign flashed in front of them, catching the lights from the van; Newcastle was just a few miles ahead. The largest industrial city in the North of England was now a permanent stop off on their bid for world domination. The crowds that came to the gigs were always enthusiastically loud and appreciative of their music.

‘Nearly there lads. I could murder a pint!’ Jazz’s voice broke through the stillness of the night. Josh turned around to look at the rest off the band. Luke had fallen asleep and gave a groan as if in reply.

‘Will she be there tonight, do you think?’ Jazz gave a snort. Josh knew who he was referring to: Anna. I hoped not.

‘No, she won’t come this far North again. Remember last year, she got lost outside Edinburgh and had to call her dad? He won’t allow it again; treats her like a princess.’

Josh put his earphones on, and searched on itunes for his favorite band: Tame Impala. He closed his eyes and waited for the van to reach their destination.



Bookcover of Elen by Suzanne Bowditch (jpg)Elen has had a mediocre of success as a kindle book, but now I have figured out how to create a physical copy! Create space works in conjunction with Amazon, in that it provides online tools to enable an amateur (like myself) to format and publish to their site the option of a printed book.

This is so exciting for me as a self published author. I have already sent for a proof read copy of the book (it’s even more exciting to write it down! – I have written a book!). It’s winging its way across the Pacific as we speak – it’s journey from the US to Australia taking nearly three weeks (I opted for the lower postage package, funds are low while I try to follow my dream).

Now, I can put a book that I have written myself, onto my already overflowing bookcase. I can also provide my readers (only a few so far, but growing), the option of ordering it online. It has given my motivational skills a boost, and my confidence and belief that I may become an established author in the future.

As Elen is the first in a trilogy of books that tell the story of the different generations of the same family, I need to work on my second book. Alice’s Secret has been written, but not edited, which I have started to do. I also spent the morning in my local library, researching the third book. This one is as yet unnamed, but my main character, Harry, will be fighting in the Great War, 1914-18. πŸ™‚


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