Welcome to the web-site & blog for June Palmer - writer and outsider
I had my first rejection slip at about eight years old, when I entered a poem for the “Children’s Corner” in the local newspaper The Liverpool Echo. The Editor wrote and suggested that my poem (about putting your trust in a higher being when afraid of the night) had been penned with “adult assistance”. Outraged, I gave up reading Thomas Traherne and turned to “Just William”. I continued to write poetry and short stories into my late teens when life got in the way. I sporadically picked my pen up around the start of this century, and later joined a “Poets and Pints” group where I found a taste for decent cider and showing off - aka performance poetry. In 2012 I joined City Voices Creative Writers www.cityvoicesstoke.org.uk where I now act (for it can't be real) as Treasurer and Social Media Manager.
Why outsider? Some of my life decisions, certainly. Also having lived and worked in various parts of the UK I no longer feel rooted, although some places such as Cornwall and parts of Wales definitely bring out a longing in me. Aside from this I have been inspired by the history of the Potteries despite having no real connection with the place. Some part of me dreams of living somewhere windswept close to a Neolithic stone circle. Provided the local garage sells wine. For the moment I live in a canal town in Staffordshire, working on a novella and hoping to spawn a poetry pamphlet. I have also ventured into FF and short stories with some success. I have enjoyed taking part in several poetry slams, nerve wracking but I'm getting better!
It was the local Potteries historian Fred Hughes, talking about his childhood as the only child of older parents (me too) that made me realise that I too had become an outsider in most situations, and for a writer that’s actually no bad thing.
http://ceramiccitystories.postach.io/post/fun-palaces-writescience-2016
Why outsider? Some of my life decisions, certainly. Also having lived and worked in various parts of the UK I no longer feel rooted, although some places such as Cornwall and parts of Wales definitely bring out a longing in me. Aside from this I have been inspired by the history of the Potteries despite having no real connection with the place. Some part of me dreams of living somewhere windswept close to a Neolithic stone circle. Provided the local garage sells wine. For the moment I live in a canal town in Staffordshire, working on a novella and hoping to spawn a poetry pamphlet. I have also ventured into FF and short stories with some success. I have enjoyed taking part in several poetry slams, nerve wracking but I'm getting better!
It was the local Potteries historian Fred Hughes, talking about his childhood as the only child of older parents (me too) that made me realise that I too had become an outsider in most situations, and for a writer that’s actually no bad thing.
http://ceramiccitystories.postach.io/post/fun-palaces-writescience-2016
