Showing posts with label jailbird. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jailbird. Show all posts

Saturday, 28 March 2009

Jailbird - the final part


So what Is a Writer in residence?
If I had a pound for every time I’ve been asked that question I’d have enough money to fund such a post in every UK prison.
But as it stands there are just 20 of us scattered across the UK.
And less than 100 across the globe.
So what DO we do?
The short answer is we raise self esteem through writing.
From poets to playwrights and dramatists to journalists we share one thing - a passion for the written word.
We know its power to communicate, to be heard, to record, to inspire – both ourselves and others.
But if all this sounds a bit arty let me invite you to share a typical day.

It’s 8am I make my way to my office to finish the feedback I am preparing on a prisoner’s novel.
“When I write it takes me to a different world,” he says.
Next, the library where I lead the first of two weekly writing groups.
By 9.15am nine of my regular writers and a new member are here.
Today I bring in a copy of Saturday's Guradian and direct them to the Playlist section where readers send in their memories attached to song lyrics.
I encourage the group to try it out.
We carry out several writing exercises which are read out to the group.
It takes generosity and confidence to appraise another’s work honestly but the group have refined their skills in this area.
After a fair bit of laughing and singing we settle down to some serious work and Jenn, the librarian joins us.
I use lines from the song New York New York and include my memories of running the New York Marathon.
T writes about the last night at home with his wife before he was jailed linking it to a song by Genesis, Follow Me Follow You.
Jenn writes about her late grandfather who used to sing Lady In Red to her grandma when he came home late from the pub.
S arrives a little late but tells us about the song Crazy For You and a mad one night stand.
K surprises everyone with an atmospheric account of a late night drive home with a beautiful girl and the next time he hears the song he is in a sweatbox on his way to jail.
P has us all choked reciting one line from a Coldplay song played at his little brother’s funeral - "Lights go out - can't be saved."
All too soon the session is over and my new member tells me:
“I didn’t realize I had that in me.”
After the session I contact an author who is due to visit the prison soon.
Every month I invite a writer to talk about their work and past visits include poet, Jean Sprackland, novelist, Joolz Denby and childrens’ writer Joseph Delaney, who published his first book, The Spooks Apprentice, at the age of 58.
Last year Neil Caple, a former member of The Royal Shakespeare Company helped out with a four-week Drama course.
One of the prisoners on the course went on to win first prize in the Writing For Stage section of The 2008 Koestler Awards.
This man has never worked in his life and came to jail with no qualifications. Although he has since left this jail I have heard he recently started a BA (Hons) in Scriptwriting.
I spend lunchtime with the librarian and we discuss my plan to introduce “Stories Connect” into the prison.
The librarian helps me collate a carefully selected list of texts which examine a range of issues from violence to family life and drugs.
The fictional characters will help provide a vehicle for discussing choices and actions.
After lunch I visit the Therapeutic Community where I mentor prisoners working on The Link magazine, a publication produced here and distributed to every prison in the country.
The latest issue is almost finished and after making a few suggestions I leave to visit the Induction wing.
A young man has just arrived from a Young Offender's unit where he began working on his life story with the writer in residence there.
It is a harrowing story told with brutal honesty.
“Writing everything down helps me make sense of what’s in my head,” he says.
On the way back to my office I check how the multimedia unit is progressing.
A team of staff and prisoners will work together to produce a range of material from posters and books to short films and documentaries.
Finally, back at my office and on my desk is a letter sent by an ex-prisoner who worked with me some months ago.
So what does a writer in residence do? – I’ll let him have the last word.
“Your writing class was the best thing I have ever done in all my time in prison.
”I’ve noticed when I write I can address so many different things in so many different ways.
"I find the more I read and write the better I become.
" Thank You.”

If you would like to ask me any questions about my work please feel free to leave them in the comments box.

Thursday, 26 March 2009

Jailbird - Part One

So far I have tossed in little titbits about my work but I think the time has come to reveal a little more about my job.
Or the one that seems most intriguing!

I have been a journalist for the past 20 years.
I started out in 1989 on weekly local papers progressing on to a daily regional newspaper in 1992 and then taking the plunge into the national magazine market in 2003 when I became freelance.
I love to write but the fickle freelance world means that unless you are flavour of the month the work can dry up and for every ten pitches you make maybe one is successful.
Two years ago it got to the stage where I needed to look around for work that would utilise my skills, allow me to write and still pay the bills.
I obtained some freelance PR work for the wonderful women's enterprise agency, Train 2000, but that was not enough.
I was so downhearted I was thinking about getting a proper job (regional fundraiser for a charity) and had an interview lined up.
But I decided to allow myself one final indulgent fling.
I booked myself on a travel writing course with Dea Birkett in London.
Dea is a freelance travel writer and during the lunchbreak I asked how she continued to earn a living as a freelance writer.
"I can't live on my freelance writing alone," she said before adding "I work two days a week as a writer in residence at a university which gives me a steady income."
"Oh," was all I could say before taking my seat and deciding I was probably doing the right thing.
After all whoever saw a job advert for a writer in residence?
At 5pm that Saturday evening it was time to get the train back to Liverpool and I picked up The Guardian newspaper.
It was a two-hour journey so lots of reading time.
By the time I reached the Midlands I was up to the Jobs section when I saw something that made me stop and start to believe in Fairy Godmothers or Angels or whatever higher power that is out there.
"WANTED WRITERS IN RESIDENCE FOR EIGHT UK PRISONS".
The advert was posted by The Writers In Prison Network which is funded by the Arts Council, The Learning and Skills Council and The Prison Service.
To apply for the job you needed no previous experience of working in a prison but you had to be a professional writer.
I checked the vacancies.
There was just one slight problem.
The only vacancy within travelling distance of my home was a Lifer's Prison.
And it was a men's jail.

Find out how I got on in Part Two - Jailbird - a girl's year in a male jail.