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Tim Hulme's short story, The Trunk in Granny's Attic, was published in this month's edition of Writers' Forum after winning first place in this magazine's competition. As winner, he was also awarded £300.

Tim has been a member of Riverside Writers for something like seven years. He holds the post of Secretary and Co-Treasurer for the group. He is also a member of Port Sunlight Writers.

Carol Falaki's first novel, Birth in Suburbia, follows the experiences of three heavily pregnant women. Filled with factual information about pregnancy and labour gleaned from the author's career as a midwife. Midwifery student Gemma aids each birth and learns new things along the way.

Carol has been a member of Riverside Writers for approx. two years. Read Carol's novel here:

http://bookrix.com/_mybook-carolfalaki_1228743771.3955790997

The date of the forthcoming Riverside Writers evening event, New Tales for Old Byways, has been confirmed for 7pm, Wednesday October 14th. This will take place at West Kirby Library, and will be part of Wirral Bookfest 2009. Everyone welcome.

Also being organised (by me) is a UK event for authors who have contributed to any of the Hadley Rille Books anthologies. This will take place in Wirral, probably sometime in early autumn. Dates/times have yet to be confirmed, but Wirral Libraries have already expressed an interest in hosting this event. If any HRB authors are reading this, let me know if you wish to take part.
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