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There is an explanation. I’m not saying that it is necessary the explanation, but it has more than a little to do with the resolution of the story. Will it be an end to Helen and Ben’s sibling rivalry?
Continue readingIt’s always the same. The weekend is spread out before me with hours of quality writing at my disposal. Ample oportunity to to get within a last grasp of the finishing line that is The Novel. And when I am…
Continue readingA changeable weekend. An odd mix of cold and grey, and bright and sunny and warm weather. To complement this, I have found myself flitting from thing to thing, unable to settle for long. I’ve done a bit of gardening;…
Continue readingI’ve been meaning to write posts every day for all of the last week, but I somehow haven’t had the time. That said, I have been spending an awfully lot of the time at my laptop. My writing has been…
Continue readingAt 15:29 on Saturday 1 April 2006, I finished chapter five (or part five, if I subsequently do decide to sub-divide the titled parts with numbered chapters) of Blood & Fire. And so, I stand at a kind of precipice;…
Continue readingThe end of the bridge and you’re on the way home. The end of the bridge and you’re half-way there. Hanna leans into the song, her face taught in emotion. Wind blows through her hair. Alongside her Halldór fingers the…
Continue readingIf this doesn’t encourage me to keep going I don’t know what will?! Am loving your style, and the story certainly has me gripped. —Laura, from my crit group over at WriteWords
Continue readingI’ve been discussing my synopsis over at my online writing crit group. It’s made me realise that the ‘evil’ Charles Ancell is using ‘new magic’ to facilitate the building of his money making aluminium plant. As such, he will be…
Continue readingGunnlaugr stands on the road above Hanna Katla Baldursdóttir’s family home, oblivious to the driving wind and rain. Below him, he watches the house, and the flames that burn within. 76,782 / 100,000 (76.8%)
Continue readingWith another 450 words written tonight, and a storm raging again, this time hiding the evil followers of a secretive god, I am within spittings distance of having just 1½ chapters more to write. Mind you that is still the…
Continue readingWhere the light has radiated out from the box, there now shows an outline on the wall. And within the outline, more lines, words even; and symbols. “It’s Iceland.” Alice, head cocked to one side, looking at the dancing, glistening…
Continue reading“They said clear water – and hold it up to a sunset.” Helen shrugs, glancing over her shoulder at the window, through the which comes the light of a setting sun over the bay. “I hope we won’t be too…
Continue reading“This time I need your help.” Helen looks beyond her brother and cousin, to her friends, Alice and Hannah, and to Bjäkk. “All of your help.” She reaffirms.
Continue readingShockingly, my novel progressed not a single word for the whole of the month of December. Now, with Helen still trapped in the past in the basement of her families old farm, the words are finally coming again. I have…
Continue readingWind gusts sheets of rain across the deserted forecourt under a leaden-grey sky. A van with blacked-out windows stands alone by the petrol pumps with it’s tarpaulin covered trailer buffeted by the wind and the rain. Within the service station,…
Continue readingOnly about 29,000 words to go then, chapter five is off to a fine start, exploring the huldufolk side of the Ármannsson Family. Just what is Solveig hiding though … and what part will she yet play in the unfolding…
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Continue readingSpurred on, by some ‘information’ that applecatching revealed to me twice today (aren’t I priveledged) I have now written the first 151 words of Blood & Fire in one month. Jóhanna of the Alfar has been toying with and stopping…
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