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I’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 readingToday was one of those early Spring days that warms your heart and feeds your soul. From glorious sunrise, to winding back the sunroof for the first time this year on the way home from work. Something is working, and…
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 readingAs I stumble ever the closer to the end of my penultimate chapter/part of The Novel, I find myself writing backwards. I don’t often do this, but occasionally I find it useful to write a scene and then work backwards…
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 readingGive me ten words, either in a sentence or several phrases, and I will splice into my novel for you†. †The Author guarantees that these words will make the first draft, but does not guarantee their survival to the final…
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 readingTop of the Pops my artistic savour? It’s kind of embarrassing to admit it. My point though? Right now, I don’t care. I’m writing again. I don’t know how long for, but something – some words – are coming.
Continue readingI find myself at the end of an annoyingly unproductive weekend. It doesn’t help, that I seem to have a cold which is sapping my creative energy, as I drift listless from task to another. I never wrote about it…
Continue readingEncouraged by the the response my earlier post, I have done the unthinkable, and posted the entire novel into a brand new Shepline mini-site (although I should be cautious to say that the only link to it is here in…
Continue readingThose of you who have read, or at least have a passing familiarity with, my current (and third) full-length novel, Blood & Fire will know that, faced with the need for Helen to have some non-family-friends, two characters from a…
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 readingPart of me desires an agent and a publishing contract with an established publisher’s; part of wishes that I could go it alone. Self-published my work under a new publisher’s (say Shepline Publishing?) that could then maybe publisher other books….
Continue readingAs I sit in front of the lcd screen, chapter five, up and on-screen, and ready for my imagination, I find myself torn. Yes, there are only, maybe, 20,000 words more to write: just one and a half more chapters….
Continue readingI try not to watch the utter crap that is Big Brother (and let’s face it, whether you watch it, or not, it is), however it has occurred to that I would love a writer to go into that house…
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.
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