Archive | July 2015

Day 26 #CampNaNoWriMo 1st Printed Draft

Well Happy Sunday Everyone

So today I am awake early and having completed my Camp NaNo target I have now printed off my two short stories and will start the editing process. Both stories are currently around 7,000 words but I feel I need to cut them down to around half that amount.

1s Printed Draft

So now they are all hole punched and neatly separated and popped into my lovely rose binder.

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Thanks for dropping by. Happy Reading 🙂

Day 25 #CampNaNoWriMo Final Validation

Good Evening one and all

So this evening I finally validated my word count for Camp NaNoWriMo, my target had been 10,000 words and I achieved 14,436.

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I achieved my aim of completing two short stories for my forthcoming book ‘Rainbows & Roses ~ Poetry & Prose’ which I am very pleased with just, I need some major editing now.

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Here is a little teaser.

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Thanks for dropping by, please call back for further updates and progress of my little project.

Happy Reading & Writing

Day 19 #CampNaNoWriMo

Hello Campers & Friends

Well I missed out a couple of typing days, although I did write a little by hand. Wednesday I stopped because the story was sad and I kept on crying. I have hit the same hurdle today. 500 words then sobbing my heart out.

So even though the story is not advancing, I feel good because the story has moved me to tears, its very heartfelt. Maybe I’ll finish a little more later, when I’m calmer?

This is my teaser for the day from ‘The Birth of Grandfather Time’

ClockClock

“Bo-ing, Bo-ing”

 

On the half hour, the first 30 minutes of the New Year, and the New Century, a sad mournful chiming could be heard from the parlour. The new baby boy, William Junior was suckling at his mother’s breast. The midwife and girls had cleared up and tidied the room to welcome the new father.

“Where is the man?” said the midwife, “I expected him to come rushing in”

“Well he’s not as young as he used to be” Patience commented, whilst smiling down upon her new child, a beautiful and much longed for son. The pain already pushed from her mind and a lightness filling her, even though still exhausted, she seemed to have gained a new lease of life, a new strength.

“Go Milli, bring your father”

The youngest girl ran from the room, sprinting down the stairs all the while shouting excitedly.

“Father, father, come where are you father? Come see you have a son.”

 

Clock

“Bo-ing, bo-ing, bo-ing”

 

A strange mournful pealing of bells rang out, a constant but sombre melody, it was coming from the parlour. Soft candlelight was pooling weakly beneath the door. Knocking excitedly Milli entered the room.

“Father, come look”

Flinging open the heavy door and with hand still upon the brass door knob, Milli stopped in her tracks, a dark broken shadow was cast upon the wall. The fire was mere embers and there was the most beautiful but gentle sad melody filling the room.

“Father?”

William was seated at the table; he was facing the most beautiful rose gold, longcase clock Milli had ever seen, its large brass face illuminated by the tall church candle by its side. This was the source of the sad ringing bells.

No one had been allowed into the parlour whilst William worked upon his special creation. He wanted the clock to be a surprise for them all.

“Oh, father it’s so very beautiful, the best you have ever built.”

She took a step closer to the table.

“Father?”

But he didn’t turn and there was no reply, she reached out to touch her father’s shoulder.

 

Clock

 

“Bo-ing”

 

One last chime and suddenly the gentle tolling came to an abrupt stop. The quiet darkness enveloped father and daughter. A mere graze of the child’s hand and William slowly fell forward upon the table.

“Father, father?”

Milli shook him gently, she reached forward and took his face in her small hands, but he was still and very cold. She was not as stupid girl; she knew her father was dead. Tears filled her eyes, as she gently laid his head sideways upon his arm as if he were sleeping. It was then that she noticed a hint of a smile on his lips, perhaps he had heard that the child was a son, the midwife had sure shouted it loud enough. A soft kiss was deposited gently upon William’s forehead; the child took a few backward steps and whispered

“Goodbye father, god bless and may the angels keep you safe and warm”.

So there you have it, did it make you cry too? Please spare a little moment of your time to answer this little poll. Thank you 🙂

Day 15 #CampNaNoWriMo

Hello well I thought I would keep you up to date with my CampNaNoWriMo progress. I have already reached my word target of 10,00 but I still have more in me (when I am not off on a tangent doing research then I’m lost for the day).

So just to remind you I am doing the NaNo challenge to discipline myself into writing particularly trying to finish two short stories that I want to include in my forth coming book ‘Rainbows & Roses ~ Poetry & Prose’

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I finished my 1st story ‘No Words Exchanged’ see earlier teaser, and now am working on ‘The Birth of Grandfather Time’. This is all about a clock maker in the 16th Century whom Old Father Time admires greatly, then in his passing his wish is granted to watch over and protect his family for all time. His soul is immortalised within a longcase clock.

Historical Fact

‘The longcase clock changed to become known as the more popular ‘Grandfather Clock’ after a famous song written by Henry Clay Work 1876. The story goes that whilst the American was visiting North Yorkshire he stayed at The George Hotel who had a longcase clock that although majestic and beautiful was not in working order. It had belonged to The Jenkins Brothers and when the 1st died the clock began to slow down. When the second died the clock finally stopped altogether never to go again.’

‘My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopp’d short– never to go again–
When the old man died.

The following video is the inspiration behind the story

So I only managed 391 words today as I kept on changing my mind about different paragraphs. Here is a little teaser but please not it is only a rough selection it will most definitely need a good editing.

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Thank you for dropping by, any comments welcomed.

Rose Reviews ~ ‘The Legend of Dust Bunnies’ Michelle R Eastman

The Legend of Dust Bunnies, a Fairy’s Tale by Michelle R. Eastman

Naughty Dust Fairies, visiting the house whilst we sleep, sprinkling dust and holding ‘Crumb Spitting Contests’, no less. Mischievous little things are they not? Here is a little sample of what else they get up to:-

“The daintiest ones
softly land on the drapes,
leaving behind
fancy spider web capes”

and you blamed the spiders. LOL

This starts off as a fun little read however, one little fairy boy, named Artie, is very different and often very lonely. All he really wants is to fit in, and he desperately needs a pal. He feels he is unable to find a friend on his own, so he has an idea, to make one for himself. When he does things really start to change for him.

This is a beautifully illustrated story, bright and colourful with an abundance of wonderful rhythmically flowing words, almost like fairies fluttering across the page. This book is a real pleasure to share with the whole family.

3 Rose Rating

3 Rose Rating  = VERY HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

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Rose Reviews ~ ‘Harry Webb – A Potato With Her Name On’ by Jason Pinnington

What a great way to celebrate the UK Children’s Book Week 6th -12th July 2015 with one of my favourite Indie Authors, Jason Pinnington. His book about ‘Harry Webb’ Liverpool’s Great Spider Detective is simply AWESOME, and on Thursday 9th the book will be available FREE to Download. Still unsure then check out this in-depth review.

Click here to download http://www.amazon.co.uk/Harry-Webb-Potato-Her-Name-ebook/dp/B00K5Y96RO

Happy Children’s Book Week & Happy Reading 🙂

Rose English UK

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Review

A little warning, there are a few teaser lines taken from the book, but I do not really view them as spoilers. I believe they are words that could easily coax you into reading the book like they did me.

I came to this book with the outlook that it was going to be a graphic novel, but being a Kindle copy there were no graphics. A bit of a shame because this will make one hell of a ‘Crime Comic’. What could be more exciting to a comic book fan, than a Spider who just happens to be a Private Detective, working the streets of Liverpool?

Merely reading the first few taster lines from the Amazon ‘Look Inside’ had me hooked. I didn’t view it as being a children’s book. Having read it I believe it…

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