My current W.I.P. is a book of Poetry & Prose, I hope to get it printed in time for the first UK Indie Literary Festival being held in Bradford, UK in July 2016. There are some wonderful Indie Authors appearing and I would say there will probably be something there for everyone. The authors write across most genre. Click UK Indie Lit Fest above to be taken to their web page.
So back to my WIP the book will consist of a couple of my short stories the main feature being ‘One Breath ~ A Short Story’ I won second prize for in ‘The Daily Bookworm’ competition 2014. It is available as a download but I want to have it available in a print format too. Here is a little teaser from ‘One ~ Breath’
Also a sample of my poetry I hope it makes you smile?
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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.
So now they are all hole punched and neatly separated and popped into my lovely rose binder.
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’
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.”
“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.
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.
But he didn’t turn and there was no reply, she reached out to touch her father’s shoulder.
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.
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 🙂
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’
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.
So July is a really busy month for me, especially Day 1. We had #IndiePrideDay and also the start of #CampNaNoWriMo. PHEW!
So Day 1 of camp got off to a slow start as I was trying desperately to work on #IndiePrideDay the second year it has been running and the aim was to reach 1,ooo+ tweets to get it trending on Twitter. I tweeted my little fingers to the bone but when I left the day was trending at at close to the 13.6K that it achieved. Well done to the Indie Authors & their followers.
My aim for Camp NaNo is to discipline myself, and complete my two short stories that will feature alongside ‘One Breath’ in my forthcoming book ‘Rainbows & Roses ~ Poetry & Prose’ by Rose English
By Day 3, Friday 3rd July I had managed 3,160 words. Here’s a little taster.
Saturday 4th of July (Happy Independence Day by the way) I managed 1,060 words.
Day 5 and a whopping 1,646 words. My target for camp is 10,000 words, much less than the November NaNo which is 50,000 (I did achieve just over that in 2014) Here is the Sunday taster.
Well today I have been frantically editing my forthcoming book ‘Rainbows & Roses’ Poetry & Prose. I am very luck to have on board, a wonderful book cover designer JC Clarke of ‘The Graphics Shed’. This wonderful lady has also created some little images for me to use as quote boards. Check her Facebook page for some beautiful designs.
So today, I share here with you, my wonderful followers the first newly designed quote. It is taken from a little piece of prose ‘No Words Exchanged’. A short story of such deep love a couple have for each other that there really is no need to exchange words.
Hope you like it, constructive criticism is always very welcome. Happy Reading and have a wonderful day.