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Author Spotlight no.98 – Carrie King

Complementing my daily blog interviews, today’s Author Spotlight, the ninety-eighth, is of children’s author and illustrator Carrie King.

Carrie King was born in the tiny Hamlet of Sharpenhoe in Bedfordshire, England, which sits beneath a small hill, smothered in trees, known as The Clappers, nestled on the edge of the Chilterns. To any Reader of The Life in the Wood with Joni-Pip, that might sound a tad familiar!

She was the seventh of eight children, placed between her youngest brother, David and her youngest but older sister, Sylvia. When she was eight, her family moved to another tiny Hamlet in Bedfordshire called Bidwell. She so missed the woods and the hills.

Carrie was educated in Dunstable, Bedfordshire and loved school. English, Art and French were her favourite subjects but she decided to become a doctor! However, this didn’t happen, as she fell in love and was married at nineteen. Being a wife and the mother of three daughters, became her full-time career.

She began to write for television, encouraged by Christopher Walker, Head of Drama for Central Television and Pam Francis, Journalist for the Independent.

The Writing of The Life in the Wood with Joni-Pip for her Great Niece, Joni Philipa, began in November 1997 while staying in a villa at Center Parcs, Sherwood Forest, Nottinghamshire. Joni Philipa was three years old at the time and she was called Joni-Pip, by her parents Philip and Sarah.

Carrie started to draw her illustrations for The Life in the Wood with Joni-Pip, whilst staying at Center Parcs. She stayed there many times with her family, and each villa she stayed in provided her with yet another picturesque woodland scene.

Sadly in April 2000, writing was interrupted for a few years by the tragic death of Carrie’s husband in an accident.

The novel began as a story for little children but books take a long time to be written, printed and bound and Joni-Pip grew much quicker than the story. What began as a simple Child’s Tale evolved into an adventure for much older children, which adults have enjoyed too.

The Life in the Wood with Joni-Pip was finally finished in December 2007, over ten years after it was started!

And now from the author herself:

“Miss Carrie, that imagination of yours will surely get you into serious trouble one day!”

Thus came the damning declaration from my Nanny, or was it a foresighted prophecy? I was eight-years-old. What prompted such a censure from my parents’ hired Governess?

T’was most perplexing: every time I was caught red-handed (literally), in certain compromising situations: writing in big red letters on The Nursery wall or dressing up, plastering my apple shaped face in Mother’s lipstick, bedecked in her expensive ‘forbidden’ jewellery, I would instantly come up with the most fantastic and very logical reasons why I simply had to be doing such things.

“Nanny Pam,” I would earnestly remonstrate, “I must use the wall, otherwise we’ll have to cut down trees in the garden to make paper!”

Or….

“Nanny Pam, I’m off to The Ball! I can hardly wear plastic popper beads, what shame that would bring on the Family name.”

The problem was, Morgen, I truly believed these yarns I spun (brilliant pun, I congratulate the creator), when in truth, they were nothing short of lies.

Therein lies (my pun this time), the secret of the fantasy writer: we are all compulsive liars, shrouded in the delightful term, ‘imaginative’: even the word conjures up magic!

Take Joni-Pip for example: as in my favourite book, The Wind in the Willows, animals and also, as in my case, toys, talk. We all know that they don’t really converse, so that is a complete falsehood. My parents often found me embroiled in deep discussion and debate with my teds and dolls and to this day, I still do it in writing.  So real to me are the characters I create in words that I truly believe them to exist. Take Ethelred-Ted for example; he is Joni-Pip’s much beloved favourite toy, always a listener, always understanding of her point of view….until he comes alive. How shocked she is when he proves to be this talkative, very pompous and yet totally loyal, know-it-all. So authentic is he that once, in my Editor-in-chief’s office, I erupted into unbridled laughter on reading a couple of Ethelred-Ted’s lines (see, real characters). My Editor was puzzled.

“Listen to Eth,” I enthused, “he’s such a hoot. When Jack reminds him we are all only made of dust, Eth replies, ‘That blows me away!’ ”

I then continued, crimped in giggles.

Morgen, it didn’t occur to me that I was the maker of the mirth that had so enraptured me. So good are we fantasy writers at lying that we even fool ourselves!

Recently an African asked me if I was a ‘Liar’. I laughed and said I thought that was rather a personal question. He asked again,

“Are you a Liar?”

Uncomfortably, I laughed again.

“You look like a Liar,” he said seriously, “will you represent me in Court?”

African accents!

What it did make me think though, is that Lawyers might make brilliant fantasy writers or perhaps, I should say, fantasy writers might make brilliant Lawyers.

And read your own contracts. :) Thank you, Carrie.

You can find more about Carrie and her writing via… www.joni-pip.com.

The blog interviews will return as normal tomorrow with children’s author, poet, article writer and blogger Helen Ross – the four hundred and seventeenth of my blog interviews with novelists, poets, short story authors, biographers, agents, publishers and more. A list of interviewees (blogged and scheduled) can be found here. If you like what you read, please do go and investigate further. And I enjoy hearing from readers of my blog; do either leave a comment on the relevant interview (the interviewees love to hear from you too!) and / or email me.

You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are weekly episodes, usually released Monday mornings UK time, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 

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5PM Fiction 030: Light

Welcome to the thirtieth in the series: 5pm Fiction.

Late April 2011 I discovered http://StoryADay.org and the project that is to write 31 stories in 31 days. Anyone who knows me or follows this blog, knows how passionate I am about short stories so my clichéd eyes lit up at this new marvel. And just a few days later there I was, breathing life into new characters. This went on to become (with some editing of course) my 31-story collection eBook Story A Day May 2011.

I was nearing completion of the 2012 project when I decided that I didn’t want to stop at the end of May so 5PM Fiction was born. I put a load of prompts on the 5PM Fiction page and today’s was to write a story from the prompt of ‘light’. I’d actually planned this weekend off but a sci-fi writer friend of mine, Tony Tibbenham, wrote this 163-worder for me… with half an hour’s notice – please do read and comment once you have… thank you. :)

Light

He stood, the light glinting off the hilt of his knife.   He was sure the knife was his, a part of him, but wasn’t sure why he was there.  The stairwell ahead was dark.  Behind him was light and civilisation.  Why was he going this way?  He shook the dizziness from his mind as he staggered forward.  Ahead was his lover, somewhere above she waited for him.

He climbed, leaning against the wall, pulling himself upwards.  When his legs failed he kept coming, pulling along the landing with his arms.  Ahead the light from her open door beaconed as he dragged himself forward.  She loved him, she would help.

She finally heard his gurgling, laboured breath.  ”How the hell?” was all she said before she pulled his knife out, savagely, swearing again as this time she plunged it accurately into his heart.

The last he heard was her whispering, “Love you? You must be joking.  I guess this joke is on you.”

***

Photography courtesy of morguefile.com. You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :) on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are weekly episodes, usually released Monday mornings UK time, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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Posted by on June 30, 2012 in ebooks, ideas, short stories, writing

 

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Flash Fiction Friday 41: Portraits of a young artist in Istanbul by Gene Parola

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the forty-first piece of flash fiction in this series. This week’s is a 626-worder by short story author and novelist Gene Parola.

Portraits of a young artist in Istanbul

Book I

The square paving stones had been laid in successive arcs across the entire expanse around the steps to Taksim Park when the new Metro station was completed.  This broad space, clear of  the bus boarding queues, shone white in the warm spring sun.

The stark contrast of the crimson pool set against the rigid repetition of the squares caused her to think again about the graphic impact that a single brilliant color made on a blank background.  As she sank to one knee, her artist’s eye searched for a balance between the changing relationship of the background squares and the circular pool.

But, by then the composition had shifted radically.  The oval of the pool had been crowded into the top left corner of her field of vision and each stone on the gradual slope below, now bordered in the red, asserted its individuality and sprang from the background.

“A study in red and square, I’d call it,” she said, her head bowing nearer the composition.  “If I had time.”

The composition changed even more radically now, the green triangle of her mini-skirt cut diagonally across the bottom of the grid.  But her changed point of view was distorting everything.  With her eye on the level of the stones, the squares became parallelograms. Very distorted ones, while her left eye was still open–not so much when viewed with only the right.

“When I had time.”

She raised her head for another look, but the left eye wouldn’t open again and the monocular vision only flattened the composition further.

As her dark fashionably short hair sank again into the already sticky pool,  “Another time,” she whispered.

“Whore!” he spat, shaking the bloodied Koran before her one good eye.

“In another life, maybe.  If I have time.”  She smiled at him. And the eye closed.

Book II

God, she was so beautiful!  But the wanton display of her legs in the black tights! The short skirt. Her hair!

The scripture was so right to point out how they rouse a man.  How they inflame him to passion. To sin. To destruction. My own member swells at the memory of her striding across our garden, the wind blowing her hair.  Pressing the blouse to her breasts.  Images no man should have to confront!  He should not have to pray in mosque for strength to fight such evil urges.

But you see–that’s what happens.  That’s what causes it all.

If she had only been willing to cover her hair and wear longer skirts, then they would have had nothing to say.  Oh, Ashia hanim--but she always has something to say.  And Mehmet!  The hypocrite!

She could be an artist.  She could go to the academy.  She could read and argue the heresies with me.  I am not an ignorant peasant like my neighbors.  She could do all this.

She was so smart.

She told me how she rebuffed the men who would despoil her.  She told me how she argued with the other girls about the value of her virginity.

She was so stubborn, so proud.

I was proud of her too.

If she could have been more… careful.

The way they stared at her in the morning when she walked to catch the dolmus!  The things they said so my wife would hear!

But it’s taken care of now.  I did it there in Taksim Square where all could see and hear.  Ashia and Mehmet and all the others–they will have to gossip of something else now.

Her mother will stop crying soon….

Who would have thought that the young girl would have so much blood?

And the way it gushed from the wound.  Was such energy a last gesture of rebellion?

It squirted all over my Koran.

***

Wow. Thank you Gene.

Mr Gene Parola is a retired Professor of cultural history at Indiana University and University of Michigan-Flint; the Ministry of Defense, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and Koç University in Istanbul Turkey. As a former Naval Air Intelligence officer and a career researcher, he has trained himself to be a keen observer of his surroundings and has acquired a large cultural and social context into which those observations fit.

He is a freelance writer of Business (See Honolulu Star Bulletin, July 28, 2002) and Technical (Hurricane Handbook, Sail Net News, Spring, 2003) articles. His short stories have been published in Voices from the Universe and in Bamboo Ridge Press, 25th Anniversary Edition. And the Spring 2006 edition.

Mr. Parola speaks frequently to lodges, clubs and service organizations on a variety of topics.

If you’d like to submit your 1,000-word max. stories for consideration for Flash Fiction Friday take a look here.

The blog interviews will return as normal tomorrow with poet and memoirist Maggie Harris – the four hundred and sixteenth of my blog interviews with novelists, poets, short story authors, bloggers, biographers, agents, publishers and more. A list of interviewees (blogged and scheduled) can be found here. If you like what you read, please do go and investigate further. And I enjoy hearing from readers of my blog; do either leave a comment on the relevant interview (the interviewees love to hear from you too!) and / or email me.

You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are weekly episodes, usually released Monday mornings UK time, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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Posted by on June 29, 2012 in ebooks, short stories, writing

 

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5pm Fiction 029: Varying degrees of German

Welcome to the twenty-ninth in the series: 5pm Fiction.

Late April 2011 I discovered http://StoryADay.org and the project that is to write 31 stories in 31 days. Anyone who knows me or follows this blog, knows how passionate I am about short stories so my clichéd eyes lit up at this new marvel. And just a few days later there I was, breathing life into new characters. This went on to become (with some editing of course) my 31-story collection eBook Story A Day May 2011.

I was nearing completion of the 2012 project when I decided that I didn’t want to stop at the end of May so 5PM Fiction was born. I put a load of prompts on the 5PM Fiction page and today’s was to write a second-person viewpoint story where Fiona is learning something new, so here is my 346-worder.

Varying degrees of German

Heart thumping, you say, “Ich heiße Fiona. Ich wohne in London und ich bin funf und dreizig Jahre alt.”

The teacher nods. “Sehr gut, Fiona, und John…?”

You listen to your other classmates introducing themselves in the varying degrees of German remembered from school or picked up during weekends away, yours found on the internet then rehearsed in the short car journey to the college.

One man, the oldest person in the class by far, makes notes on his bright pink A4 ring-bound pad then stutters as he repeats his neighbour’s phrases, her details swapped for his. He reminds you of your grandfather Albert, stocky, how he was before he became ill, before he became a “walking bag of bones”, long after your mother had stopped taking you to see him but still talked about him to your father when they thought you weren’t listening.

Albert had been the traveller of the family, passport pages overflowed with stamps, plain and patterned. “See the world!” he’d said to you, breath rasping, and you’d promised you would but it wasn’t until he’d left you the money that you could plan to quit your job and study, brush up on your French, learn German and see where Europe lead you.

The teacher, Dieter, turns back to the interactive white board and writes down the words you said, reading them out as he does so. A young girl behind you giggles as he tells the class his name is Fiona. The other two pieces of information could easily be accurate and you look for a wedding ring on either hand but find none. You look down at his backside and the curve of his jeans, the little red Levi label showing him to be a man of good taste.

The old man, Frank, starts coughing and Dieter offers to get him a cup of water. You put up your hand and volunteer to go, having spotted the drinks machine on your way in. Dieter winks and mouths a “thank you” and now your heart thumps for a completely different reason.

***

Photography courtesy of morguefile.com. You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are weekly episodes, usually released Monday mornings UK time, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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Guest post: Should You Judge a Book by its Cover? by Nina Munteanu

Tonight’s guest blog post, on the topic of book covers is brought to you by science fiction and fantasy author, short story and article writer, blogger and teacher Nina Munteanu.

Should You Judge a Book by its Cover?

Most readers—me included—will pick a book off the bookstore shelf because its cover interests us: the title intrigues; the cover illustration attracts; the author’s name is one we trust.

If you don’t know the author of the book, the nature—and implied promise—of the cover becomes even more important.

If the book does not deliver on the promise of the cover, it will fail with many readers despite its intrinsic value. A broken promise is still a broken promise. I say cover, not necessarily the back jacket blurb, because the front cover is our first and most potent introduction to the quality of the story inside. How many of us have picked up a book, intrigued by its alluring front cover, read the blurb that seemed to resonate with the title and image, then upon reading our cherished purchase been disillusioned with the story and decided we disliked it and its author?

This is because, as readers, from the moment we pick up a book, we engage in a covenant with the story’s author (but in actual fact with the entire publishing company) for a story whose promise we have interpreted from its cover image, title and blurb. It begins with the cover. A book’s cover is its sales pitch: “This is what I’m about!” the cover proclaims in shades of color and texture. The cover sets the tone and attitude with which a reader will interpret the book’s title and back jacket blurb and its interior.

It had better be true.

Let me tell you a story…

Some time ago, a writer colleague of mine secured a New York agent—based on her excellent query and synopsis—for her imaginative dragon fantasy. The agent pitched the book to a large publishing company, who made my friend an offer, and the agent secured a three book deal on her behalf. My writing friend’s career as a published author was launched.

Because the publishing company was one of the large firms, my friend’s ability to participate—never mind influence—the cover design and blurb was restricted. Decisions lay in the hands of the people in the marketing department, who may or may not have read the book (most likely not). This is why it is so important to write a blurb / query / pitch that both scintillates AND accurately portrays the story. All too often, the marketing department misrepresents the story (to sell more books) and you end up with an unsatisfied reader. This is what happened to my friend. Through no fault of hers, the marketing people developed a cover that did not reflect the true nature of her story. The trilogy my friend had developed was a dark tale of deceit, betrayal and suffering. The cover portrayed a lively and sultry seductress, draped with flowing robes and bared thighs against her dragon; hardly the ponderous story shrouded within. The blurb at the back was sufficiently vague to aid and abet the deception.

What followed the book’s launch and accompanying ad campaign was a barrage of bad reviews and censure, unfortunately aimed mostly at the author.  It was unfortunate that my friend suffered the brunt of the accusations for breaking her promise to the readers, when she had done no such thing; her publisher and marketers had created false expectations. And now she was paying for it.

I, too, experienced the effects of mis-marketing. I’d written a dark science fiction romance that ended with resolution but was far from the traditional happy ending typical of a romance. The publisher marketed it as a romance with science fiction elements instead of a science fiction with romance elements. Reviewers applauded it but it bombed with romance readers, who expected a different kind of resolution. Science fiction readers, however, enjoyed it; they didn’t have the same expectations.

The take home lesson for writers is this: write a scintillating but accurate synopsis, blurb, pitch and query that clearly establishes your genre and audience. Chances are your publishers will use it in their marketing department. If you don’t get in with the “Big Boys”, and decide to go with the small presses, chances are very good that you will have more control over marketing and cover design; that is a big bonus. If you are like me, creative control of your intellectual property is more important than the big bucks you get at the expense of your art. Don’t give in to the temptations of wolf-marketing.

I’m still learning that lesson.

The take home lesson for readers is this: don’t judge a book by its cover; certainly pick up the book if it looks interesting, then read with an open mind and let the story take you to where it needs to, despite what you may have expected from the false advertising. Chances are, the unexpected journey visited upon you may be a welcome surprise. And don’t blame the writer for something he didn’t have control over.

I’m still learning that lesson too.

That was great, thank you, Nina!

Nina Munteanu is a Canadian ecologist and novelist.

In addition to five published novels, she has authored award-winning short stories, articles and non-fiction books, which have been translated into several languages throughout the world.

Recognition for her work includes the Midwest Book Review Reader’s Choice Award and the Aurora Award, Canada’s top prize in science fiction.

Nina lectures at university and teaches writing workshops and courses based on her award-nominated textbook The Fiction Writer: Get Published, Write Now!  Her award-winning blog The Alien Next Door hosts lively discussion on science, travel, pop culture, writing and movies. Visit www.ninamunteanu.com for more information and to book a coaching/workshop session or class with Nina.

Nina’s latest book is Outer Diverse, Book One of her “Splintered Universe Trilogy”, a paranormal space thriller, starring the indomitable and magnetic hero Rhea Hawke.

Thirty years have passed since the mysterious Vos invaded the galaxy to destroy Earth. If not for the intervention of the arrogant Eosians, who drove away the Vos for the right to inhabit Earth, humanity would have perished. But not all of humanity is thankful…

Rhea Hawke, Galactic Guardian, must solve the massacre of an entire spiritual sect, dubiously connected with the crime syndicate Eclipse and the toxic drug Glitter Dust, the resurgence of a dark prophesy and the return of the cruel extra-galactic Vos.

Her quest for justice catapults her into the heart of a universal struggle across alien landscapes of cruel beauty toward an unbearable truth she’s hidden from herself since she first murdered an innocent man with her eyes.

“… a master of metaphor, Munteanu turns an adventure story into a wonderland of alien rabbit holes. When the action starts it goes into hyper-drive … A fascinating and enthralling read.” Craig H. Bowlsby, author and creator of Commander’s Log.

Outer Diverse is available at Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble. The cover art by Costi Gurgu was recently nominated for an Aurora Prix for best artistic achievement.

If you would like to write a writing-related guest post for my blog then feel free to email me with an outline of what you would like to write about. If it’s writing-related then it’s highly likely I’d email back and say “yes please”.

The blog interviews return as normal tomorrow morning with science-fiction / general fiction author Karen A Wyle – the four hundred and fifteenth of my blog interviews with novelists, poets, short story authors, bloggers, autobiographers and more. A list of interviewees (blogged and scheduled) can be found here. If you like what you read, please do go and investigate further. And I enjoy hearing from readers of my blog; do either leave a comment on the relevant interview (the interviewees love to hear from you too!) and / or email me.

You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are weekly episodes, usually released Monday mornings UK time, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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Posted by on June 28, 2012 in articles, ebooks, ideas, novels, tips, writing

 

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5PM Fiction 028: Funny peculiar

Welcome to the twenty-eighth in the series: 5pm Fiction.

Late April 2011 I discovered http://StoryADay.org and the project that is to write 31 stories in 31 days. Anyone who knows me or follows this blog, knows how passionate I am about short stories so my clichéd eyes lit up at this new marvel. And just a few days later there I was, breathing life into new characters. This went on to become (with some editing of course) my 31-story collection eBook Story A Day May 2011.

I was nearing completion of the 2012 project when I decided that I didn’t want to stop at the end of May so 5PM Fiction was born. I put a load of prompts on the 5PM Fiction page and today’s was to write a dialogue between an elderly couple witnessing a robbery, so here is my 359-worder.

Funny peculiar

“Look, Sandra, there’s a cruise round the Med.”

“Bert.”

“They’re really expensive. A thousand pounds.”

“Bert.”

“Each! Two grand. We haven’t got that sort of…”

“Bert!”

“What?”

“There’s a chap acting funny in there.”

“Where?”

“Inside the travel agents.”

“Funny ha-ha or peculiar.”

“Really peculiar, Bert.”

“I can’t see him.”

“He’s talking to the woman behind the desk. More than talking… he’s pointing at her.”

“Where?”

“Oh, Bert, put your glasses on.”

“I didn’t bring them with me.”

“Then what’s round your neck?”

“Oh yeah… that’s better.”

“I never understood how you can see close up but not distance.”

“I’m short-sighted.”

“I know but how come you don’t wear them all the time.”

“They rub my nose.”

“Get them fixed then. See! He’s threatening her! Oh my God, he’s pointing a gun!”

“She doesn’t look frightened.”

“She’ll be in shock.”

“What about the others, Sandra? They look alright too, funny uniform but…”

“They are odd, kind of old fashioned.”

“We should go in and…”

“I’m not going in there!”

“They might need help.”

“I’m not having you shot, Bert!”

“Ah, that’s really sweet. One of the women is coming out.”

“He’s raising his gun… oh no, I can’t look!”

***

“Hello. Can I help you? Is it the cruise…”

“Come out quickly! He’s dangerous.”

“Who, madam?”

“That man in there! He’s got a gun. We don’t have a mobile or we’d call the police.”

“Terry?”

“You know him? Is he a disgruntled colleague seeking revenge?”

“Oh no. He’s just Terry.”

“But he’s got a gun.”

“He’s a highway man. They did in those days.”

“He is? Is he… alright?”

“Absolutely. He’s a highway man, I’m a damsel in distress and my colleagues are dandy men… women.”

“Sorry?”

“Adam Ant.”

“I thought you said his name was Terry.”

“No. We’re dressing up as characters from the video of ‘Stand & Deliver’. It was a song in the 1980s. All the shops along here are doing it. Well, not that song but films and so on. It’s Children in Need today.”

“Oh.”

“We have cake and lemonade… come in and we’ll see what we can do about the price of that cruise.”

***

Photography courtesy of morguefile.com. You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are weekly episodes, usually released Monday mornings UK time, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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Posted by on June 28, 2012 in ebooks, ideas, short stories, writing

 

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Author Spotlight no.97 – Kristy Tate

Complementing my daily blog interviews, today’s Author Spotlight, the ninety-seventh, is of historical romance and ghost fiction novelist Kristy Tate.

Kristy Tate is the author of Stealing Mercy, A Ghost of a Second Chance and the soon to be released The Rhyme’s Library. Kristy lives in Orange County, California but her heart belongs to the fictional town of Rose Arbor, Washington, home of the popular Rose Arbor series. She started writing stories that she kept hidden under her bed at age 8. She went to school, was editor of her high school newspaper, went to BYU and BYU’s International Center in London where she studied English Literature; she got married and had babies (six of them) and both took and taught piano lessons.

Although a homebody, she also love to travel and the list of places she’s visited is so long, she says, it’s boring. Currently, she lives in California, but grew up in Washington, attended school in Utah and London, and spent two years in Connecticut.

Her second novel placed fifth in an international writing contest, fourth novel a semi-finalist in the Amazon Novel Breakthrough contest and fifth novel, Stealing Mercy, placed second at the LDS StoryMaker’s First Chapter contest, historical category. She says that she’s been writing for so many years and been so many places and done so many things, that she will always have something to write about it. Most will stay beneath her bed, but some of it she shares on her blog at http://kristystories.blogspot.com.

And now from the author herself:

WHY I LIKE TO WRITE

Elizabeth George once said that she writes to stay sane. I do that, too. I also do it to keep everyone around me sane.

Writing keeps me from obsessing. Here’s me when I’m not writing: Carol drops by with a pan of brownies. She looks like a teenager in that halter top. She says, “I brought these for your husband to thank him for helping me fix that broken window.” I say thank you, but inside I’m thinking I really wish she’d wear more clothes. I wonder what she was wearing when Larry was at her house, for how long was that? I can’t compare myself to her—I had six kids and she has a dog. Maybe my abs would look like that if I had countless hours to spend at the gym. Does she work out at the same gym as Larry? Why does she call him all the time? He doesn’t even like brownies. But, I love them. I bet she knows that. She knows that I’m going to eat this entire pan of brownies because now I’m so depressed and one or two or five brownies isn’t going to matter because I’m going to be divorced and single and fat. I better call Larry, although I just talked to him and he’ll be home for lunch in twenty minutes, I need to hear his voice. 

Here’s me when I’m writing: the doorbell rings but I don’t hear it because I’m deep into my story. Somehow Mercy has to stop Eloise from going on a drive with horrid Mr. Steele. What can she do—should she confide in Eloise? In the real world, my dog is pawing at me. No. Eloise is a blabber mouth. She can’t be trusted. My dog knows someone has come to the door and she pulls at my sock with her teeth. I shake her off, but she’s so annoying that I have to investigate. Someone has left brownies on my front porch with a thank you note. It’s from Carol, that darling girl from across the street. I consider the brownies and inspiration hits—Mercy will bake Eloise a pie laced with a draught that will make her sleep through her rendezvous with Steele. I put the brownies on the counter and save them for when Larry comes home for lunch. I hurry back to Mercy, Eloise and Mr. Steele, wondering how to make a sleeping draught.
(FYI- Neighbor Carol is fictional, used to make a point about my own lunacy and not a commentary on my highly respectable, modestly clothed and admirable neighbors or my good husband who always lets me eat more than my fair share of brownies.)

Writing gives me someplace to put my head. As a mom, I do a lot of mindless things—driving, stirring, ironing, cleaning toilets—and while I’m doing these mindless tasks, it’s nice to have something to think about (other than my neighbor’s halter top.) I also love research. It’s like a treasure hunt that just keeps going. The internet is an endless source of information and if I can’t find what I need there, I try to think of people who might know and I call and ask them. No one has ever been annoyed. People love to believe that they’re experts and when I call with a question, they’re always happy to chat.

Writing gives me hope. Remember how I said that as a mom I do a lot of mindless things? I don’t really enjoy most of them. I do them because they have to be done, but I’d really rather not iron, clean toilets and mop floors. I’d like to pay someone else to do those things, but since my husband makes several dollars an hour and I make pennies, I can’t pay someone to do those mindless chores that must be done. It wouldn’t be fair. I’ve promised myself that when I’m making several dollars an hour that I’ll hire a chore person. I hope to someday make enough with my writing to justify that expense.

Writing gives me places to go. Remember how I said I love research? This summer I spent a day in Seattle visiting all the places that Laine and Ian would go. I walked through the neighborhood on Queen Anne Hill and took pictures of the turn of the century mansions. I stopped at Kerry Park and watched the boats in the harbor. And then I went to the University of Washington’s library, because that’s what Laine does in chapter four. I imagined her running down the steps and bumping into the girl with the smoothie. It’s like spending the day with very good friends.

Writing gives me insight. I like to think I’m sensitive and intuitive to those around me, but when it comes to my own psyche, I’m clueless. Being a baby born late in my parent’s life, I grew up in a house full of teenagers and adults. If I ever lost my temper, I was subjected to ridicule. (Angry or not, I was almost always subjected to ridicule, but that’s a different post.) I learned to shut down my emotions and I’m pretty good at masking and avoiding them. Writing brings them to the forefront. I’ll unconsciously do things like name annoying characters after annoying people. I’ll usually catch the real life and fictional connections on the rewrite and make the necessary changes, because I’m sensitive enough to know it’s unkind and unwise to hurt even annoying people’s feelings.

You can find more about Kristy and her writing via… http://kristystories.blogspot.com and her books are available at A Ghost of a Second Chance and Stealing Mercy are available on Amazon.

The blog interviews will return as normal tomorrow with literary novelist Christopher Profeta – the four hundred and fourteenth of my blog interviews with novelists, poets, short story authors, biographers, agents, publishers and more. A list of interviewees (blogged and scheduled) can be found here. If you like what you read, please do go and investigate further. And I enjoy hearing from readers of my blog; do either leave a comment on the relevant interview (the interviewees love to hear from you too!) and / or email me.

You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are weekly episodes, usually released Monday mornings UK time, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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5PM Fiction 027: Sometimes I forget

Welcome to the twenty-seventh in the series: 5pm Fiction.

Late April 2011 I discovered http://StoryADay.org and the project that is to write 31 stories in 31 days. Anyone who knows me or follows this blog, knows how passionate I am about short stories so my clichéd eyes lit up at this new marvel. And just a few days later there I was, breathing life into new characters. This went on to become (with some editing of course) my 31-story collection eBook Story A Day May 2011.

I was nearing completion of the 2012 project when I decided that I didn’t want to stop at the end of May so 5PM Fiction was born. I put a load of prompts on the 5PM Fiction page and today’s was to write a monologue containing the words ‘And just for a minute, I forget’, so here is my 357-worder.

Sometimes I forget

It’s hard to remember the good stuff when he won’t let me forget the bad. Fifty calls a day, on a good day, more if he can’t sleep. I’ve asked him to stop, everyone who knows him has asked, he just stares at them and shakes his head. He sleeps erratically so once it goes quiet I get a respite but I don’t know how long for. I get on with my work, phone on vibrate, and just for a minute, I forget…

My boss has been brilliant. I don’t know much about her private life but she seems to understand… friends less so. They tell me to change my number, move, call the police when it gets too much. It’s always too much but I know he won’t do anything. There’s never any malice.

“I don’t know how you can still love him,” Leah said the other week… we haven’t spoken since.

If you’ve ever had someone so close to you for all those years you can’t just let go and he needs me. He’s got no-one else. Actually, that’s not true, he’s got Madeline but she doesn’t know him like I do. She does what she has to do to get him through but she’ll leave, eventually, they usually do.

It’s been a quiet day today, quiet for a couple of hours, but the sun’s out so he’ll be in the garden, on the bench, the one I bought him to watch his fish and he’ll be too busy to think about me.

I don’t want him to think, it doesn’t do him any good. If he could remember everything it would be too painful… like it is for me. Every evening as I drive home I replay it; me taking him to the cemetery, me driving, me overshooting the junction, me screaming as the lorry hits his side of the car, his head slamming into the dashboard, staying with him in hospital until he was well enough to go home, come home.

Mum would have done the same, he’s my father after all. He’ll always be and I’m the one who can’t let go.

***

Photography courtesy of morguefile.com. You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are weekly episodes, usually released Monday mornings UK time, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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Posted by on June 27, 2012 in ebooks, ideas, short stories, writing

 

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Guest post: Talk yourself out of writer’s block! by Nicky Wells

Tonight’s guest blog post, on the topic of the dreaded writer’s block is brought to you by Nicky Wells.

Talk yourself out of writer’s block!

Writer’s block, yeah, I get it.  I know that weird, disassociated feeling when you stare at the screen and your mind seems to go into neutral, and no constructive thought comes forth.  Nada.  Not a sausage.  Zilch.  I usually bite my nails furiously (a bad habit that I am trying really hard to shed without much success) and eventually go off to make a cup of tea, with lots of sugar, please.

I can see how someone could get themselves completely stuck, fall down that deep black hole and struggle to pull themselves out again.  Yet that has never happened to me so far.  I usually manage to kick-start my writing again, if not that same hour, or even that same day, then usually the following day.  Therefore, when I read a fellow writer’s plea for advice on overcoming writer’s block, I came up with a few ideas, and I was actually quite surprised at how strongly I felt about them.  So I thought I’d put on my sharing hat and… share.

My ideas largely result from a six-year immersion in a professional work environment where I had to ‘produce’, day after day, hour after hour, whether I felt like it or not.  It was non-fiction writing; sometimes, it would be a client letter, but most times, it would be research briefs or books of some description.  All in all, it was a creative process harnessed and managed to within an inch of its life.  It taught me that it is possible to be creative, to write, on tap, on demand, when you need to.  So without further ado, I give you:  Nicky’s tips and tricks for talking yourself out of writer’s block.  I am not an expert, nor a psychologist.  By I am a pragmatist, and this is what you’re getting from me: pragmatic, down-to-earth suggestions, a kind of tough-love school of thought.

Diagnose the cause—I reckon writers get blocked for a variety of reasons, occurring singly or in combination.  Insecurity (my work’s no good anymore); perfectionism (got to get it right first time); pressure (got to get the manuscript to my agent/publisher by this or that date); tiredness (just can’t seem to get any ideas); distraction (too much else going on in your life).  Figuring out why you’re ‘blocked’ might well yield the answer in and as of itself.  But if not, read on.

Defeating insecurity—This is a tricky one, but you simply have to believe in yourself.  Why else are you writing?  So when the doubts niggle at you, remind yourself of your achievements.  If you’ve written one good book, chances are you’ll write another.  Consider your work-in-progress to-date.  Does it make you laugh?  Bingo.  Does it make you cry?  Well, fantastic.  There you go:  you’ve got the makings of a great book.

In my opinion, the best strategy for overcoming insecurity is to read your book with a fresh perspective.  Load it up on your e-reader, or print it out in a large font in landscaped orientation; anything to remove you from the familiar layout that you’ve been staring at for hours.  Read it out aloud.  Read it to someone else.  Or record yourself and play it back.  Take yourself out of your writer’s box and into the reader’s seat.  And when you are in that zone, allow yourself to enjoy your book as a reader.  Don’t overanalyse, don’t look for problems.  Just read!  While you do that, have a pad handy to jot down notes regarding anything you really like, or anything that grates or doesn’t sound right.  There, you’re taking constructive action.  Don’t overwhelm yourself.  Just keep reading, give yourself the benefit of the doubt, and note down ONLY the really good things, and the things that really annoy you.  Then, when you’re done, go back and take stock.  Address one issue at a time.  Don’t panic!  Even the biggest rewrite isn’t as big as it looks when you apply method and structure.  One change at a time.

Abandoning perfectionism—Well, what can I say?  Let it go.  You don’t need to be perfect.  In fact, your work won’t ever be perfect.  It’s impossible.  So bury that unattainable goal and just go with the flow.  Who cares if there’s a dud sentence or two?  Who cares if that scene could have been written differently?  Think of your all-time favourite book.  I bet there’s something in there that could be better.  I can see you thinking… oh… hang on, yes, there it is.  See, told you!  Imperfections merely accentuate the beauty of your writing, so quit worrying and get over your quest for the perfectly turned phrase.  Just do it, as they say.  Just write.  Tell yourself, “nobody’s perfect.”

Alleviating pressure—That’s a big factor!  Granted, sometimes deadlines focus the mind and pressure can get the old adrenaline going.  But most of the time, pressure freezes you up.  And most of the time, pressure combines with self-doubt and / or perfectionism and plunges you into a really deep freeze.  Take the pressure off.  Got a deadline?  Rethink it.  Tell your agent or publisher now, well in advance, that you might need a little longer.  At the very least, talk with them about it, even if you don’t move the deadline.  At the end of the day, you’ve only got two options.  You can meet the deadline and send the agent or publisher the manuscript then, as it is, however bad you feel about it.  They might like it, or they might not.  If they don’t like it, they might make suggestions, or they might turn you down.  It’s a gamble, either way.  Or you can try to renegotiate the deadline.  They might accept your request, or they might not.  If they don’t, you can still revert to the previous strategy (send what you have).  If they do, you’ve taken the pressure off.  Congratulations.  Now breathe, and relax.

And what if you miss the deadline?  What if your WIP still isn’t up to the standard you like?  Well, does it matter?  I mean, really, in the grand scheme of things, does it matter?  I know it matters to you, and I am being a complete heretic here in many ways.  But: does it matter to the universe?  Life goes on, the world will keep turning, and opportunities will present themselves, whether you’ve met your deadline or not, whether you’ve reached your self-imposed standards or not.  It’s all in the mind.  Nobody’s died.  Get a grip, as my heroine likes to admonish herself.

Respecting tiredness—If you’re tired and have run out of inspiration, let the writing go.  Listen to your mind and your body!  Give yourself a break.  But don’t give up!  There’s a difference between walking away from your desk frustrated and disheartened, or shutting down the computer purposefully, squaring your shoulders, lifting your chin and saying (out loud):  “I am tired. I am now going to have a break.  And when I am rested, I will come back and write some more.”

When you do have a break, allow yourself to have a break.  Too often, we walk away from our work on a ‘break’ but keep fretting about it.  Don’t!  Don’t keep thinking about the fact that you ought to be writing, and don’t dwell on the fact that you seem to have run out of ideas.  That way of thinking causes a traffic jam in the little synapses in your brain, and you will literally be blocked.  But if you force yourself to do something else, disallow any thoughts of writing, the synapses will open.  Clean the house.  Do a jigsaw.  Help the kids with their A-level maths homework.  Do anything that challenges your brain and / or your hands but that isn’t writing-related.  Sometimes, ten minutes will do and suddenly ideas will zap across the canopy of your mind.  Sometimes, it might take a day, or even week.  Fine.  So be it.  Just know that ideas will come!

And that’s it.  When you’re faced with that awful sensation of writer’s block, try to figure out what’s blocking you and then do something constructive about that.  Talk to someone, talk to yourself.  Don’t spend hours staring at the screen or the printout.  Take some different action, whether it’s a break, or a chat with your agent, or a long reading-out-loud session.  Take it one step at a time, not a whole manuscript at a time.  Don’t be afraid to make those changes, and don’t panic.  Believe in yourself and your instinct.  Most of all, remember that you’re writing because you love it!  And now you’re welcome to tell me off for lecturing you on something so fundamental in such a happy-go-lucky, easy-as-pie, really annoying kind of way.  Good!  Because that means you’ve started writing again….

I loved that, thank you, Nicky! Although I rarely suffer from a block, the recording and playing back sounds a brilliant idea. I record a fortnightly podcast (one of which is this post!) so it makes perfect sense!

About Nicky Wells:  Romance that Rocks Your World!

Nicky Wells writes fun and glamorous contemporary romance featuring a rock star and the girl next door.  She recently signed her debut novel, Sophie’s Turn, with U.S. publisher, Sapphire Star Publishing, and the book is due for release on 6 September 2012.  Nicky loves rock music, dancing, and eating lobsters.  When she’s not writing, Nicky is a wife, mother, and teaching assistant.  Nicky is also a featured author on the innovative reader / author project, loveahappyending.com.

Originally born in Germany, Nicky moved to the United Kingdom in 1993, and currently lives in Bristol with her husband and two boys.  In a previous professional life, Nicky worked as a researcher and project manager for an international Human Resources research firm based in London and Washington, D.C.

Visit Nicky on her blog where you can find articles, interviews, radio interviews and, of course, an ongoing update on her work in progress, the second and third parts of the Rock Star Romance Trilogy.  You can also follow Nicky on Twitter and find her on Facebook.

About Sophie’s Turn—Coming from Sapphire Star Publishing on 6 September 2012!

One fine day in Paris, Sophie Penhalligan suddenly finds herself engaged to her teenage crush and love-of-her-life-from-a-distance, rock singer and star extraordinaire Dan Hunter.  But there is the small matter of her very recent, but very prior, engagement to Tim.  Reliable, honest, trusting Tim, her boyfriend of two years stashed away safely in his mews house in South Kensington while Sophie is drinking rather too much champagne with Dan in Paris.  This contemporary romantic fairy tale describes how Sophie gets into her impossible situation and how she turns it around.

If you would like to write a writing-related guest post for my blog then feel free to email me with an outline of what you would like to write about. If it’s writing-related then it’s highly likely I’d email back and say “yes please”.

The blog interviews return as normal tomorrow morning with multi-genre author Kelly Abell – the four hundred and thirteenth of my blog interviews with novelists, poets, short story authors, bloggers, autobiographers and more. A list of interviewees (blogged and scheduled) can be found here. If you like what you read, please do go and investigate further. And I enjoy hearing from readers of my blog; do either leave a comment on the relevant interview (the interviewees love to hear from you too!) and / or email me.

You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are weekly episodes, usually released Monday mornings UK time, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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5PM Fiction 026: Thinking big

Welcome to the twenty-sixth in the series: 5pm Fiction.

Late April 2011 I discovered http://StoryADay.org and the project that is to write 31 stories in 31 days. Anyone who knows me or follows this blog, knows how passionate I am about short stories so my clichéd eyes lit up at this new marvel. And just a few days later there I was, breathing life into new characters. This went on to become (with some editing of course) my 31-story collection eBook Story A Day May 2011.

I was nearing completion of the 2012 project when I decided that I didn’t want to stop at the end of May so 5PM Fiction was born. I put a load of prompts on the 5PM Fiction page and today’s was to write a story containing the following keywords: nose, arm, elbow, hospital, tune… so here is my 227-worder.

Thinking big

“Nose or arm?”

“What?”

“Which do you want? Broken nose or broken arm.”

“Are you mad?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“Neither. What the…?”

“We’ve got to get inside the hospital somehow.”

“Visit someone then… or pretend to. You can get lost in there for hours.”

“We don’t want to get lost, Mick, we need to see a doctor.”

“Then go to see yours.”

“No good, not enough drugs.”

“Is that what this is about, living up to Frankie’s vision of you?”

“No, I want bigger than that.”

“No-one’s bigger than Frankie, Harry.”

“I will be.”

“Start small, Harry. You know he doesn’t like competition.”

“I won’t be competition. We’ll be partners… don’t laugh.”

“Frankie’s got form, knows people. He’s not afraid of anyone.”

“Nor am I, Mick, which is why I need this plan. You play tennis don’t you?”

“Tennis? Sometimes. Why?”

“Tennis elbow’s a complaint, isn’t it.”

“Not one that needs treatment that badly. A GP is usually…”

“No time for that.”

“There must be another way. Get someone on the inside… bribe a nurse or something.”

“Now you’re singing my tune… just one problem.”

“What?”

“Cash-flow.”

“Harry! What happened to…?”

“Leoni, Candy and…”

“Sherice.”

“Yep.”

“All that gone in one night?”

“They have expensive taste.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“What are you looking at me like that for? Harry…. No… Leave my arm… Harry, no!”

***

Photography courtesy of morguefile.com. You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are weekly episodes, usually released Monday mornings UK time, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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Posted by on June 26, 2012 in ebooks, ideas, short stories, writing

 

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5PM Fiction 025: Once the love’s gone

Welcome to the twenty-fifth in the series: 5pm Fiction.

Late April 2011 I discovered http://StoryADay.org and the project that is to write 31 stories in 31 days. Anyone who knows me or follows this blog, knows how passionate I am about short stories so my clichéd eyes lit up at this new marvel. And just a few days later there I was, breathing life into new characters. This went on to become (with some editing of course) my 31-story collection eBook Story A Day May 2011.

I was nearing completion of the 2012 project when I decided that I didn’t want to stop at the end of May so 5PM Fiction was born. I put a load of prompts on the 5PM Fiction page and today’s was to write a story beginning ‘As it started to wobble…’. Those of you who have read my free short story eBook April’s Fool will know why I’ve brought her and her delightful husband back. So here is my 626-worder.

Once the love’s gone

As it started to wobble, April’s looked at her husband’s tooth and her heart sank. When had things started going wrong? When had he let himself ‘go’?

“You really should go to the dentist,” she said for the umpteenth time but had known the answer before she’d spoken the words; “It’ll come out of it’s own accord.”

She’d given up saying that it didn’t need to, that technology had moved on and the sooner… that’s as far as she’d got, his pain outweighing her concern.

So she’d sit at the kitchen table reading her book, a half-hour respite until the oven timer would set her back into action. She’d read about the exotic lives of the film stars she’d only ever see on the television, watched when he was down the pub, too drunk, too busy to take her to the cinema in town. April had had an exotic life once, before she’d met him, a handsome young farmer at the local dance. She’d spent the summers picking vines in France, liaisons in the Louvre, backpacking around Europe until her money had run out, then home to reality, her parents, college, a real job in an office before the farm became her life.

As she read her book she heard him shouting at the TV, answers to quiz shows or an early football match. He’d slap his hand down on the chair’s arm, hitting wood through the worn-away foam. It reminded her of when he’d slap her backside, gently in a playful rather than sexual manner, although she’d give anything for either right now. She wondered whose backside he was slapping these days. Cindy and Emily down The Old Bull would tolerate it, knowing it came with the territory. Barbara at The Haven actively encouraging, knowing it usually led to higher tips. This had been one of the nails in the Milton marital coffin – the affection and the money divided elsewhere, like an affair without the adultery, April sure of his fidelity despite appearances, his battle with cancer becoming a battle with her – a silent one – the throat cancer that hadn’t robbed him of his voice, just his passion. She knew it was an act with the other women, but it hurt all the same.

“What’s for dinner?” he grumbled, shuffling through to get a beer from the fridge.

“Steak and ale pie.” April waited for a reaction but none was forthcoming. She’d chosen his favourite as the alcohol in it, she’d added extra to be sure, would assure her of a quiet evening, quiet other than his snoring while slumped in his armchair if he didn’t make it to the pub.

April thought back to the day they’d bought the chair, an odd addition to their old two-piece suite.

“But I like it,” he’d groaned when she’d suggested something more neutral, the pattern of the suite long discontinued. She’d thought the armchair hideous but over the years it had hidden the stains of the beer and meals he’d taken through then rushed to eat, eager to meet ‘the lads’ down the pub, the lads being Ernie and Bert who’d still be eating their dinners, while chatting with their wives, long after he’d arrived so he’d spend his time letching at the bimbos, his loose tooth wobbling in its socket, not bothering anyone but April. She wondered if that meant she still cared but if she now enjoyed seeing him in pain… was it enjoyment or pity? She couldn’t put her finger on it but one thing she knew was that it was no longer concern, no longer love and once the love’s gone, there are decisions to be made, actions to be taken and she knew she had to be the one to make them.

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Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are weekly episodes, usually released Monday mornings UK time, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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Tuesday Tales 029: Sentimental keepsake

The twenty-ninth prompt from online writing group Tuesday Tales (my twenty-third story for them) was ‘red’ and below is the result.

Tuesday Tales provides a new prompt each week, the members write a story inspired by it and post it on our blogs / websites. Then we email the link and first two or three sentences to Jean Joachim. She then posts them on the Tuesday Tales blog (on a Tuesday :) ), gives us the link then we go out and shout about it. So, without further ado, here is my 536-worder.

Sentimental keepsake

It was the little girl in the red jacket that Eileen remembered the most from Schindler’s List.

She’d imagined it was her mother, she’d have been about the right age. She didn’t speak German, never had an interest in going there, and certainly wouldn’t watch any war movies, favouring comedies and the lightest of family dramas.

“Life is hard enough than to be reminded of it,” she’d say and Eileen knew she’d had her ups and downs but couldn’t imagine anything would have been as bad as that but understood living that era had been close enough, so didn’t press the matter.

It was too late to ask her now. Eileen wished she could turn the clock back a few months, to when they had their long conversations every other month when Eileen visited from her Scottish home. She should have persevered with the idea of Hilda writing her autobiography, recall those missing years hushed into the corners of her mind. Like an old house, the dust was swept aside, different memories uncovered during each visit. It was only in the last few months of her mother’s life that Eileen started to write things down, the last few weeks recorded on her dictaphone. She would recount previous conversations, to check her facts, only to be met by blank stares as if the events had happened to someone else. Even mention of Frank, who Eileen had been too young to remember, would merit a tilt of the head and the offer of another cup of tea.

Then a few weeks later Eileen had received the call she’d been dreading, travelled the journey long enough to dictate earlier conversations and the jobs ahead.

There followed the paperwork, the funeral, distant relatives giving their condolences to a woman they barely knew. Eileen had put her mother’s house on the market and set to the task of dividing her possessions between charity shop, skip and sentimental keepsakes.

In one of the drawers in the bedroom’s dresser, Eileen found an envelope containing a small silver key, with it a note of the bank and box number. Having lived frugal lives it was the last thing Eileen had expected so drove straight there and asked to see the box. She’d taken her mother’s death certificate and probate documentation and after a phone call and hushed conversation, the bank manager had introduced Eileen to his colleague who would show her the vault.

The man shut the door behind him, leaving Eileen alone surrounded by what felt like her school’s changing room, only the lockers would have held much poorer contents.

Eileen stared at the metal box and turned over the key in her hand. Like the room, it felt alien. Her box was one of the biggest and yet, she guessed, one of the lightest; not light enough to be empty but not containing weighty jewels, bonds or cash that she suspected the others housed.

The key glided into its hole and turned easily. Lifting the lid slowly, it made no noise but as Eileen let it fall backwards she leapt back as it clanked onto the hard counter top and exposed the contents within. Just one item: a child’s red woollen jacket.

The links to the earlier prompts, and resulting stories, and the forthcoming prompts can be found on this blog’s Tuesday Tales page. Do go and check out the Tuesday Tales blog – it’s a wonderful idea supported by talented writers.

So, not only can you read these stories but you could also write your own using the prompts given each week. There’s no word count limit. Single-word prompts are something I regularly give my Monday night workshop and it’s amazing how different our stories can be.

You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are weekly episodes, usually released Monday mornings UK time, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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Posted by on June 24, 2012 in ebooks, Facebook, ideas, short stories, writing

 

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5PM Fiction 024: Same time tomorrow

Welcome to the twenty-fourth in the series: 5pm Fiction.

Late April 2011 I discovered http://StoryADay.org and the project that is to write 31 stories in 31 days. Anyone who knows me or follows this blog, knows how passionate I am about short stories so my clichéd eyes lit up at this new marvel. And just a few days later there I was, breathing life into new characters. This went on to become (with some editing of course) my 31-story collection eBook Story A Day May 2011.

I was nearing completion of the 2012 project when I decided that I didn’t want to stop at the end of May so 5PM Fiction was born. I put a load of prompts on the 5PM Fiction page and today’s was to write a story containing an air stewardess, factory worker, park, hayfever, bag of essentials and love, so here is my 587-worder.

Same time tomorrow

“Bless you.”

“Thank you.” Wayne looked over at the woman. Beautiful, and beyond the reach of someone like him but where better, he thought, to be while eating his sandwiches. “Do you mind if I sit?”

“Not at all, I’ll budge up. She was so slim that she took up hardly any space on the old wooden bench but had the largest handbag he’d ever seen. A bag she’d just hauled on to the floor to make room for him.

“That’s sweet,” he said, pointing to the bench.

“Not a problem,” she replied.

“No, I meant the plaque.”

The woman looked over her left shoulder. “Oh yes. In memory of Richard Denby. Beloved father of Thomas, grandfather to Jack. No women.”

“Sorry?”

“Three generations of men but no women.”

“Oh.”

“You wanted to sit?”

“Yes, thank you.” He sat down and took out a sandwich.

“Why do you think there are no women?” the woman continued.

“Perhaps they just weren’t around?

“The grandchild being male is fair enough but no grandmother, no mother.”

“Maybe they’re dead too, something hereditary perhaps… you know, before Richard Denby.”

“That’s morbid and too sad.”

“Not enough room on the plaque?”

“They could have had a bigger one.”

“I guess, although it’s a small bench.” Wayne patted the bench’s arm to his left.

“True but…”

“Maybe the three of them had a special bond?”

“Like a boys club.”

Wayne nodded. “Exactly.”

“That would be nice.”

“Maybe there’s another bench with the women on.”

“Not in this park, I’ve sat on them all.”

“All? How many are there?”

“Eleven… including this one.”

“With inscriptions?”

“No. Only three… well, four, this one’s new. I usually sit nearer the lake but…”

“But?”

“It’s silly really.”

“Go on.”

“The schools are off and there are loads of people feeding the ducks.”

“You don’t like ducks?”

“They’re OK. It’s the geese really. They can be really nasty.”

“It would be the children for me,” Wayne said without thinking.

The woman threw her head back and laughed. Her teeth were immaculate and Wayne bit on his lip as he suddenly became conscious of his tobacco-stained ones.

“Do you have children?” Wayne asked hoping he’d not put his foot in it.

“God, no,” she replied. “I had a narrow escape once.”

Wayne waited, hoping she’d elaborate but she changed the subject.

“What are your sandwiches?”

“Coronation Chicken.”

“My favourite.”

“I have two, would you like…”

“No, you’re fine. I’ve just eaten, thank you.”

“What did you have?” Wayne asked, then blushed as he realised how small their small talk had become.

“Cheese wrap, more boring than it sounds but it’s all I had in the fridge that was still edible.”

“Been away?”

“Bali.”

“Wow.”

“Again very boring.”

“It’s always looked lovely on the TV.”

“It is but not when you only see it from an aeroplane.”

The woman seeing Wayne’s puzzled expression added, “Air stewardess, all flying or hotels. The occasional stop-over but even then it’s all shop talk and well, after 20 years it gets a bit…”

Wayne didn’t think she looked old enough to have working that long but was relieved that it made them similar ages.

She held out a hand. “Rachel.”

“Wayne,” he said and blushed again.

“Lovely to meet you Wayne. I should go actually, sorry,” she said. “Nothing in the house. Same time tomorrow?”

Wayne nodded. “Look forward to it,” he said and watched her leave before finishing his sandwich and heading to the chemist to buy some stain-removing toothpaste and nicotine gum.

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Photography courtesy of morguefile.com. You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are fortnightly episodes, usually released on Sundays, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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Author Spotlight no.96 – Thirza Vallois

Complementing my daily blog interviews, today’s Author Spotlight, the ninety-sixth, is of travel writer Thirza Vallois.

Thirza Vallois is an expert on all things Parisian and lectures worldwide on Paris and France. She has lived in Paris most of her life and holds several post-graduate degrees from the Sorbonne, including the most prestigious agrégation. She is the author of the internationally acclaimed Around and About Paris series, Romantic Paris Aveyron, and A Bridge to French Arcadia, as well as the Paris entry of the Encarta Encyclopaedia. Thirza Vallois has appeared on PBS, BBC, the Travel Channel, the French Cultural Channel, Discovery and CNN, has spoken on radio in the UK, the US and France, and has worked as a consultant for the BBC. She contributes stories regularly to the international press.  Her award-winning Three Perfect Days in Paris story was published in United Airlines’ Hemispheres and aired on their international flights. (Photo of Thirza by Theodore D Robinson)

And now from the author herself:

I never planned to become a writer.  I did write a lot as child, even a play, aged 10, that was put up at school.   But then, children are naturally creative and often do wonders that later peter out. Besides, I have no idea if my play had any merit other than the fact that our teacher chose to present it to the public.

On my first trip to the US (decades ago), I had the luxury of the entire summer and got to the most remote places. At a time when not many people were travelling overseas, I shared what was then an exceptionally adventurous experience   in long-drawn letters (people weren’t text messaging or emailing either in those days). Although I recall in particular being awed by the American West, I must have been inspired by Chicago too, judging by my sister’s response to my 8-page long letter devoted to that city — “Oh, you’re a born travel writer!” I forgot all about her comment until my first book was warmly welcomed by reviewers, which brought it back to my mind.

I think it is the need to share with others things I care about that prompts me to write: there is something therapeutic about writing. But I also love the pure beauty of a language, words and grammar, the melody of a phrase. I love hearing Shakespeare spoken out, crafting a sentence, painting with words.

It turned out to be Paris, because that’s where life had placed me. Under different circumstances, I might have written different books.  Unlike many expat wannabe writers, who are drawn to a Paris embellished by myths, I experienced everyday Paris, which was not necessarily all hunky dory.  I was fascinated by the gap between the mystique surrounding Paris and the reality, by the overwhelming contradictions of the French, and my own contradictory feelings towards them, a mix of exasperation and attraction.  I felt the urge to explore every bit of them in order to plunge into their psyche. I also sensed that I had the needed “eye” and “flair”, combined with a wide knowledge of history, literature and art that would lead me into every bit of Paris, put two and two together, and ultimately reveal it to my readers.

I worked like an archeologist, patiently uncovering the layers of history lying under the city’s cobblestones, before putting together the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle, or weaving the threads of the story into the fabric if you like. Shuttling back and forth between past and present, I sought to bring alive all this past and place it on the stage of contemporary Paris, a task that took me fifteen solid years to more or less complete (you never do). I spent seven of them also looking for an introductory quote. Thank goodness, Victor Hugo, came to my rescue with the following comment: “He who looks into the depths of Paris grows dizzy.” This is how I feel every time I look back on those fifteen years.

You can find more about Thirza and her writing via her website: www.thirzavallois.com, on Google and the other search engines, by typing her name, on Amazon.com (which is her first seller outside France), on Facebook, LinkedIn and Twitter. Merci, Thirza! :)

The blog interviews will return as normal tomorrow with fantasy short story and children’s author, and memoirist Mollie Carson-Vollath – the four hundred and seventh of my blog interviews with novelists, poets, short story authors, biographers, agents, publishers and more. A list of interviewees (blogged and scheduled) can be found here. If you like what you read, please do go and investigate further. And I enjoy hearing from readers of my blog; do either leave a comment on the relevant interview (the interviewees love to hear from you too!) and / or email me.

You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are fortnightly episodes, usually released on Sundays, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 

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5PM Fiction 023: Under

Welcome to the twenty-third in the series: 5pm Fiction.

Late April 2011 I discovered http://StoryADay.org and the project that is to write 31 stories in 31 days. Anyone who knows me or follows this blog, knows how passionate I am about short stories so my clichéd eyes lit up at this new marvel. And just a few days later there I was, breathing life into new characters. This went on to become (with some editing of course) my 31-story collection eBook Story A Day May 2011.

I was nearing completion of the 2012 project when I decided that I didn’t want to stop at the end of May so 5PM Fiction was born. I put a load of prompts on the 5PM Fiction page. One of the stories for May 2011 had a prompt of ‘over’ so I thought it would be fun to have ‘under’, and here is my 467-worder.

Under

Feeling a little under the weather, I walk slowly with my dog. It’s raining so he’s less than enthusiastic, I completely understand. We’d normally go to the park, let him loose to play in the undergrowth but being underwhelmed we take a shortcut through the underpass, as the underground train rumbles overhead.

I imagine how bored the drivers must be, repetition the height of boredom – smiling like an undertaker at anyone who catches their eye.

I prefer to drive, points A to B, and growl at those who hog the motorway’s middle lane, wishing it were legal to undertake.

My new lodger has plans to visit somewhere different in the UK every weekend, an escape from an ex – so far under the thumb she was paper-thin, him being underhand at the best of times. He misunderstands two women living together, under the same roof, enjoys undermining our confidence when he’s under the influence. “He’s a decent man… underneath it all,” she says but I know the undercurrent of what he says and stay robust like an underpinned house.

She’s also talking of writing her autobiography, of her life in the circus and everywhere in between. I’m more of a contemporary fiction writer, history being my worst subject at school – researching undergarments of the elite and their relationship with the underclass holding little appeal. Unlike my adult life, I was an underachiever at secondary school, underperforming… like a council I know.

We’re off to see two movies today, both chick-lit, more my cup of English Breakfast than sci-fi or fantasy, although I enjoyed the Underworld series, Kate Beckinsale, a much underrated actress but then she’s British, we’re used to being the underdog.

Lodger number two arrives soon and I have my work cut out; do some painting… a bit of undercoat here and there, under the purple and blue that my house exudes. Things will have to change when he arrives, the man of the house, we’ll have to hide our underwear after the weekly wash. I’ve seen photos of him and he looks a little underweight, rectified I’m sure once he’s under my wing.

I should be editing my early novels but I’m waiting for my first readers to submit their comments on the third one, underline things that don’t make sense. One of them is an actor, an understudy sometimes.

In the meantime I have jobs to do, the house needing attention before our third party arrives… the bathroom floor tiles to be removed and replaced over underlay so the uneven floorboards don’t crack them anymore. Given the time I have, I think I may have underestimated the work to be done.

So with notepad tucked discreetly under my arm, I head under the house to check my DIY store… I may be some time…

You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are fortnightly episodes, usually released on Sundays, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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Flash Fiction Friday 040: Sacrament by Travis Eaton

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the fortieth piece of flash fiction in this series. This week’s is an 831-worder by Travis Eaton.

Sacrament

The group, collectively known as “the Devils Faithful”, had been waiting an hour for the doctor to speak, eagerly awaiting his approach to the podium. Anticipation in the air, present on the churches recently re-stained pews, the DF were talking amongst themselves when the church shrouded itself in darkness. A hush fell over the crowd, silence enveloped the churches foundations. A few seconds passed, several casting lights focused on its speaker, illuminating their messiah’s presence. A huge canvas, painted black with the group’s initials in red, could be seen in the background, suspended from the ceiling. Dr. Joshua Jennings was standing behind the podium with his eyes closed; arms stretched out in a Jesus Christ pose, his presence, the focus of light.

Dr. Jennings welcomed his brethren, their eyes watching his every move, the show was beginning, and the anticipation from the group could be felt throughout the church.  Jennings poured himself a glass of wine from the bottle that was on the podium, saluted the crowd, sculling the entire glass of wine. Wiping his lips, he smiled to the brothers, shuffled his notes and cleared his throat.

‘Awake, arise or be forever fallen,’ the Doctor shouted to the congregation.

A shining red light cast itself on the doctor as he finished the quote from Milton. The congregation, with their heads down and eyes closed, took a deep breath, exhaled, and looked up, as was the ritual on each occasion.

‘Tonight we shed light on a darkness that has been eating at our very cores for a millennia. The depths of which Milton, conveying in a single sentence, was trying to suggest, to our family, is can we still be saved? This question I ask of you gentlemen, can you rise and awaken to everything that is lost?’

Jennings was pacing the stage in a manner of which could be only described as possessive. He took control of his audience by continuously moving around the forum like he was considering these questions for himself, showing concern with each step he took. Unsatisfied with the answers that he was receiving, his spirit possessed by the unruly questions he not only asked of his audience but of himself, he stopped at the right side of the stage.

‘You …there!’ pointing his finger to an unsuspecting participant.

‘Answer me this. Why are you here?’

The man, flushed red cheeks, an air of dishonour, raised himself and looked around at his surroundings.

‘Why are you here?’ the doctor said again.

‘I follow your escort Dr. Jennings. For you have shown not only me the way, but of everything you teach, the flock of which you direct your teachings.’

It was a good answer but not one Jennings was looking for. He shrugged in a modest manner and pointed to the man next to him, asking him the same question.

‘Why Dr. Jennings, we are but your loyal followers, collectively gathering life’s hard questions to answer as a group. Together as one, one might say.’

Jennings took a moment for it to sink in, his mannerisms never showing to the crowd as he considered his followers answer. It seemed to of stumped him, Jennings frozen in silence, contemplating what he may do to respond.

‘What is your name worthy follower?’ the doctor asked.

‘Crimdsten, sir. Frederick Crimdsten.’

‘Crimdsten you say?’

‘Sir?’ Crimdsten replied.

‘Peaceful ruler, be gone!’

Crimdsten fell to the ground holding his chest, letting out a sigh as his last breath held in the air. A sudden murmur held itself over the gathering, the shock present on each members face. Jennings impressed with his powers, slammed his foot on the wooden stage, demanding attention.

‘I will have no peaceful beliefs in this congregation, men. If you ever thought that our gathering was of a mutual respect for the foundations of peaceful belief, then I ask of you to speak up now or forever hold yourself in the flames of dissent. May greed follow your soul and swallow it on consumption. I will not be looked upon as a fake messiah. My personal influence demands respect, as you can see with Crimdsten, I will not be mocked or modestly falsified into a role of which I do not belong.’

Of the members who were surrounding the body of Crimdsten, a few had allowed the lifeless body to lay still in the crowded pew, undisturbed. His eyes black as night, the robe in which he wore slowly disintegrating into an ash, the skin melting into a slush that left a stain on the empty space below his feet, Crimdsten was no more. Once an entity, now a pile of ashes left to their own demise. A fellow member swept the ashes with his right foot under the pew in front of him, proudly looking up at Jennings, smiling.

‘May the soul of the fallen rest in gods arms’? Jennings added with a smirk.

The DF applauded, standing in ovation for the chosen one, Dr. Joshua Jenkins.

Thank you, Travis.

If you’d like to submit your 1,000-word max. stories for consideration for Flash Fiction Friday take a look here.

The blog interviews will return as normal tomorrow with novelist, essayist, biographer and self-help author Marta Merajver-Kurlat – the four hundred and ninth of my blog interviews with novelists, poets, short story authors, bloggers, biographers, agents, publishers and more. A list of interviewees (blogged and scheduled) can be found here. If you like what you read, please do go and investigate further. And I enjoy hearing from readers of my blog; do either leave a comment on the relevant interview (the interviewees love to hear from you too!) and / or email me.

You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are fortnightly episodes, usually released on Sundays, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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5PM Fiction 022: Cold feet

Welcome to the twenty-second in the series: 5pm Fiction.

Late April 2011 I discovered http://StoryADay.org and the project that is to write 31 stories in 31 days. Anyone who knows me or follows this blog, knows how passionate I am about short stories so my clichéd eyes lit up at this new marvel. And just a few days later there I was, breathing life into new characters. This went on to become (with some editing of course) my 31-story collection eBook Story A Day May 2011.

I was nearing completion of the 2012 project when I decided that I didn’t want to stop at the end of May so 5PM Fiction was born. I put a load of prompts on the 5PM Fiction page and today’s was to write a second-person viewpoint (my favourite) story where Irwin has cold feet, so here is my 145-worder.

Cold feet

Hand hovering over the door handle, you want to go in but debate the outcome.

You’ve come here for the prize… for something that will change your life.

“Go on!” your head tells you. “It’s what you want.” But your heart tells you things are fine as they are.

Either way you have to go in, go through with it or say something, say you can’t and want everything to stay as they are.

So you open the door and your boss is there, smiling, so you smile back and feel better, your heart overtaking your head, then you see your colleague, Sarah, in tears and as you approach, she says the words you wanted to say.

“I’m sorry, I can’t go through with it… I can’t marry you.”

And as you leave the registry office you straighten your back, and do a little skip.

You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are fortnightly episodes, usually released on Sundays, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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Posted by on June 22, 2012 in ebooks, ideas, short stories, writing

 

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Guest post: Writing the Small Town by Lea Ryan

Tonight’s guest blog post, on the topic of story locations is brought to you by fantasy and horror author Lea Ryan.

Writing the Small Town

The setting in a story is almost as important as the characters in the story. In fact, when written correctly, the setting can almost be a character in and of itself. Some people think of small towns as being boring. I beg to differ. I think small towns can be just as interesting as big cities when they have enough flavor.

The town I live in now is pretty small, so I had some inspiration for the one I used for the town of Fosters Branch in ‘Destined for Darkness’ and the sequel, ‘Devil in the Branch’ (coming July 2012).

Small Midwestern towns in the US usually look pretty similar to mine. Main Street (or whatever the locals dub it) is a line of non-chain establishments. They’re antique shops, boutiques, maybe a winery, an old-fashioned hardware store, a restaurant or two, perhaps a bank or a salon, usually in buildings constructed circa early to mid 1900s.

Another aspect of a town’s physical appearance is the type of housing available to the residents. Is it a run of dilapidated trailers or neatly landscaped subdivision housing? Fosters Branch has two classifications of homes – the five mansions and the cottages. Some of the mansions in Destined for Darkness are home to Fates (witches who influence the course of life in Fosters Branch), so they are very important places.  That brings us to the next aspect of writing the small town.

More important than the physical surroundings is the cultural dynamic. Small towns have a tendency to be gossipy. This is where the local celebrities come in. I don’t mean like newscasters or professional athletes like in larger cities.

I’m talking the town floozy, the alcoholic schoolteacher that stumbles home from the bar every other night, the mayor if they have one, the busybodies who run the church, the bake sales, the school PTO. There are always people who stand out for one reason or another, even in smaller communities. And a lot of them know each other, either firsthand or they know someone who knows the people they don’t know.

While a small town can be similar to the next town over and maybe the town after that, cultural quirks can add spice – maybe a fanatical obsession with high school sports or strange cultural expectations for the kids coming into adulthood. Maybe there’s a local Thanksgiving tradition in which the kids gather in the street and throw Styrofoam snowballs at each other. Local legends and other historical events can add some flair too.

The more personality a small town has, the easier getting lost in it becomes.

 

Check out Fosters Branch in all its quirky glory in Book 1 of the Fate Binds Series – Destined for Darkness (out now). Book 2 – Devil in the Branch comes out in July! http://lea-ryan.blogspot.com for updates.

AnnaBeth has spent most of her young adult life alone in her father’s house just outside the border of the small town of Fosters Branch.

When her grandmother dies and leaves her the family mansion, she suddenly finds herself immersed in a world she never knew existed. She discovers her family’s mysterious past, powers she never knew she had, and romance with the town golden boy.

But there are consequences when you meddle in fate. AnnaBeth will risk everything to protect the people she loves.

I love it when inanimate objects become characters, as you said settings can, thank you, Lea!

Lea Ryan dwells at the edge of a farm in Indiana with her husband, two kids, two cats and a dog. The author of three books, a novella and several short stories, her genres of choice are urban fantasy and horror. She also draws things and is pretty handy with a Playstation controller. Her website is http://www.LeaRyan.com. Destined for Darkness is available from Amazon and Barnesandnoble and you can add it to your shelf on Goodreads.

If you would like to write a writing-related guest post for my blog then feel free to email me with an outline of what you would like to write about. If it’s writing-related then it’s highly likely I’d email back and say “yes please”.

The blog interviews return as normal tomorrow morning with poet, essayist, short story author and novelist Garden Urthark – the four hundred and eighth of my blog interviews with novelists, poets, short story authors, bloggers, autobiographers and more. A list of interviewees (blogged and scheduled) can be found here. If you like what you read, please do go and investigate further. And I enjoy hearing from readers of my blog; do either leave a comment on the relevant interview (the interviewees love to hear from you too!) and / or email me.

You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are fortnightly episodes, usually released on Sundays, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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Posted by on June 21, 2012 in ebooks, novels, writing

 

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5PM Fiction 021: Having something in your mouth

Welcome to the twenty-first in the series: 5pm Fiction.

Late April 2011 I discovered http://StoryADay.org and the project that is to write 31 stories in 31 days. Anyone who knows me or follows this blog, knows how passionate I am about short stories so my clichéd eyes lit up at this new marvel. And just a few days later there I was, breathing life into new characters. This went on to become (with some editing of course) my 31-story collection eBook Story A Day May 2011.

I was nearing completion of the 2012 project when I decided that I didn’t want to stop at the end of May so 5PM Fiction was born. I put a load of prompts on the 5PM Fiction page and today’s was to write a dialogue between two friends where one is trying to quit smoking, so here is my 166-worder.

Having something in your mouth

They’re how much?

£70.

And what do you get for that?

The whole thing: a big starter kit with the machine, case, refills, liquids…

Liquids?

Nicotine, or something like it… herbal, I think.

Do they work?

Apparently.

It’s the having something in your mouth isn’t it?

Ooh er…

No, I mean… like I am with food.

I know, but you’re not that bad.

You’re the skinny one.

Because I smoke.

Why don’t you just give up?

It’s hard.

You’d save a lot of money. I have to eat, I just need to…

Be more sensible.

Like you with smoking. £70… fourteen packets ish…

Sounds a lot, doesn’t it.

Maybe speak to the chemist?

OK.

Although she’ll be biased because she’ll want to sell it to you.

Alright, back in a minute.

***

What did she say?

He.

Oh. What did he say?

I don’t need it.

He told you that?

I didn’t ask.

Why not? You need something, don’t you?

Got it.

Great! What?

His phone number.

You can sign up to receive these blog posts daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything… and follow me on Twitter where each new posting is automatically announced. You can also read / download my eBooks and free eShorts at SmashwordsSony Reader StoreBarnes & NobleiTunes BookstoreKobo and Amazon, with more to follow. I have a new forum, friend me on Facebook, like me on Facebook, connect with me on LinkedIn, find me on Tumblr, complete my website’s Contact me page or plain and simple, email me.  I also now have a new blog creation service especially for, but not limited to, writers.

Unfortunately, as I post an interview a day (amongst other things) I can’t review books but I have a feature called ‘Short Story Saturdays’ where I review stories of up to 2,500 words. Alternatively if you have a short story or self-contained novel extract / short chapter (ideally up to 1000 words) that you’d like critiqued and don’t mind me reading it / talking about and critiquing it (I send you the transcription afterwards so you can use the comments or ignore them) :)  on my ‘Bailey’s Writing Tips’ podcast, then do email me. They are fortnightly episodes, usually released on Sundays, interweaving the recordings between the red pen sessions with the hints & tips episodes. I am now also looking for flash fiction (<1000 words) for Flash Fiction Fridays and poetry for Post-weekend Poetry.

 
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Posted by on June 21, 2012 in ebooks, ideas, short stories

 

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