Josephine Lay - Publications
The Over 50's Escort Agency
The man in the mirror; who is he? Why does he keep appearing to this unnamed woman? Why is she compelled to begin the story of Stan?
This middle-aged man in an unlikely hero, but when he loses his job he has to dig deep to find his talents. Two of his women friends suggest that he starts an unusual business; an escort agency for ladies over a certain age. But there are darker currents that take both the writer and her hero into deeper waters.
A warmly amusing and sensitive portrayal of life, love and sensual experiences, which will enthral the reader to the end.
Josephine is a writer living in Gloucester. This Novel is set in and around that ancient City.
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Inside Reality Poetry
Inside Reality A selection of poems 2000-2016, first Published in 2017. They are a miscellany, each written with feeling at a specific moment of Josephine’s life. They are not, however, placed here in chronological order but in an arrangement that suits the spirit of their significance.
This 2nd edition published in 2018 contains an additional four new poems written in 2018.
The stories in this collection have been written over the last eighteen years and thus they are a complete mix of styles and themes. I hope you enjoy reading my little tales; some of them are very short, but then as Silas Marne says in Warhol in Print; 'The world has accelerated; people haven't got the time to read pages and pages of literary eloquence.'
Josephine Lay – Biography
Playing with words and living with fantasy are my favourite pastimes.
I have always lived with fantasy by reading fiction most of my life but around twenty years ago I started writing; I began playing with words and I was hooked. For me, writing is an escape from mundane reality, a refuge from emotional turmoil and, at times, even a therapy.
I have written a novel, ‘The Over 50’s Escort Agency; a slim book of poems, ‘Inside Reality’ and a selection of short stories entitled, ‘Saffron Tones’. At present I’m working on another adult novel as well as compiling another poetry book.
The first piece of creative writing I ever did, was a ‘still life’, a description of the room in which I was sitting, on a winter’s day, with the light slowly dying in the garden outside… very atmospheric. I had no idea then, that within a few years, this was to become an abiding pursuit.
When I first moved to Gloucestershire in the ‘90’s I joined a Creative Writing class run through Stroud College. A few years later I sent a portfolio of writing to Bath Spa University and was accepted on a BA Hons Degree in English and Creative Studies. So at the age of 53 I found myself at University, surrounded by young people, studying a subject I loved and feeling so privileged.
For the last four years or so I have been running Creative Writing classes myself and find that helping others to play with words is a stimulating activity. I am especially interested in writers who have some challenges to overcome when it comes to writing. They may be dyslexic or find grammar hard to follow but these disadvantages can be overcome and what is truly important is their imagination.
A few years ago I joined an Art Class and found to my surprise that I could learn to draw despite finding perspective a challenge. You will find examples of my artwork elsewhere on this website. And even more recently I have become interested in philosophy, having joined a philosophical discussion group. I am tempted to write a book on my personal philosophy and have begun writing a few short essays on different philosophical themes.
Lastly, I would like to share the fact that I write a journal. I have done so for several years (since 2004) and I would urge people to try this. Not only does it record personal and family details but it often chronicles current affairs and their impact on you.
Writing is one of the few ways in which we can become immortal. Your voice and mind is captured in these inky symbols we call words. How wonderful is that?