The final edits are in the bag! Now I can get excited about my new novel for 2020. I'm taking a brave step and sending it out to digital publishers - this might be the one to catch their eye. I await their response in anticipation.
While waiting, I thought I'd share with you a short back story written about Joy, the main character in this new novel, and also in The Way of Life, my first novel.
After a long day travelling, being greeted by Janie and Mickey at the door of Chez Castillon was pure bliss. This beautiful, characterful French townhouse, pretty unimpressive from the street, is a mirage of French charm once you’re through the sturdy front door. A wide hallway that runs the length of the house ends with wrought iron gates that give you a glimpse of the shimmering blue pool beyond.
The wind is bitter, but then it always is out here, especially at this time of year. Climbing the metal steps, the steel rail is icy to touch. The heels of the woman in front click-clack as she ascends. All I can see is her dark heavy fur coat, flapping in the wind. It touches my face, soft, warm. Finally, I reach the top, welcoming the blast of warm air that embraces me.
This summer, I decided to take a break from the crime genre, turning my attention instead to novels about families, relationships and the odd romance. I’m enjoying my summer reads, and there are still plenty of books left on my ‘to read’ pile. Between Twitter and good old Amazon, I continually see more titles that capture my attention.
So here are my top 3 summer reads so far...
The bathroom mirror is honest and unforgiving. I need to tidy myself up; a haircut, a beard trim. I need some energy. Catherine is difficult to live with and the work situation is stressful, I don’t think I can take much more. It’s always... George I need this, or George we must have that, like that blasted coffee maker.
This week I’ve been taking another little break from editing book 3.
Of course I can't switch of the brain for too long; a copious amount of reading crime novels, a completely different genre to what I write, helps. I’ve also found a renewed enthusiasm for knitting since getting a pattern and selection of wool which will make a cosy throw for my creative room.
Nevertheless I still find characters with ideas for a new novel tapping at my brain, asking for their story to be told.
Back in my younger years I entered a number of writing competitions, and read with interest articles about competition winners and how the experience helped them on their writing journey.
Needless to say I never won any; the closest I came was being selected for the top ten in a ‘Writing Magazine’ competition for my short story ‘A Distant Place’, and yes I was tickled pink about that achievement. I may even enter a few more of their competitions now that I’ve subscribed to their magazine again afte...