Creative nonfiction

Creative nonfiction has a wide-ranging scope. For Jammie’s Jottings, this will be mainly focussed on family history narrative. This will range from stories about my great-grandmother, Emma, and other ancestors, to my memories of life in the sixties, seventies, and eighties.

After my mum, the glorious Sylvia, passed on, I spent a long time carrying on her research into our family tree. The biggest challenge was to find her grandmother, which by sheer dogged perseverance (and a bit of luck in linking up some facts), I did. We know nothing about her apart from what I found out via various census entries and the history of when and where she lived. This provided a fascinating opportunity to be creative with nonfiction and combines my love of history, research, and writing.

I then decided that why not turn some of my own memories into creative nonfiction. I’d already done this with The Waves Got Higher, a fictionalised piece based on my memory of where my sister and I were at the time of the Guildford bombings. It is true, but it is also a story.

WHAT REALLY HAPPENED AT SMITHFIELD? by Janice Johnson

This is a creative non-fiction, historical piece I submitted to Writing Magazine’s ‘In the Spotlight’ section for subscribers. I was delighted when I saw my name (I used my single/married name - Janice Tyler-Johnson - as it was about Wat Tyler) in the Highly Commended shortlist of the August 2024 issue.

MY SOUL BELONGS TO CENARTH by Janice Johnson

My first visit to the Ceredigion area of Wales was in the summer of 1976, the hottest summer ever, and even Wales had dried up. The rushing water of Cenarth Falls was non-existent, and there’s a photo of fifteen-year-old me sitting in a bridge floodwater hole over the arid ground.

THE WAVES GOT HIGHER AND HIGHER

The story title was inspired by my sister, Sally Lee, who wrote an amazing story as a child, which my family recorded with a soundtrack. It is based on a true childhood story – my parents had gone out on the night of the Guildford bombings and Sally and I were being babysat by our Nan.

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