Sunday, 24 January 2010

Heavily into the WIP

Just a brief note to say I'm am totally engrossed in the current WIP. It's being laid down at a rate of knots. If this keeps up, I'll have the first draft complete by March!

Wish me luck...

Wednesday, 30 December 2009

And here's one for New Year

I thought I'd bring you a little ditty called -

Happy New Year

TEN...

Here it is - New Year!

NINE…

So – what’s it going to be?


EIGHT…

The weight, a husband, a baby – which one?


SEVEN…

Ok, what to choose? Oh God! So many!!


SIX…

A husband – I’ll go for a husband.


FIVE…

No! Or maybe the weight. Yes, make it the weight.


FOUR…

Then everything will fall into place.


THREE…

In the coming year…


TWO…

I will give up all forms of sugar until I have dropped 3 dress sizes. I promise. Honestly.


ONE…

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!


Oh! Oh! Look at that cream meringue cake…well maybe, perhaps I could start tomorrow


A Happy New Year to all!

Sunday, 20 December 2009

Ho Ho Ho - Merry Christmas!

Have you ever thought about that trip back to Bethlehem for the tax payment? What it might have been like? What it might be like today? Well wonder no more, dear reader! Here is my take on it - originally published by Bewildering Stories, but I thought I'd post it again here just for you:

On the Road Home

I revisited our old stomping ground last week, before we set out on this trek. Remembering all the good times we’d had there, and no mistake! Maz’s always been one for a good time, you know?


“Jezza” she’d say to me, “You are a one, so you are!”


And we’d roll in the sweetly scented hay, stifling our laughter with kisses.


But that was BC - before conception. When she fell, she told her parents she was still a virgin; swore blind we’d never done IT. Well, she’s a good girl, isn’t she? We didn’t want people to think she was a slag, y’know? A miracle they all said. I went along with it; stood by her. They were suspicious, but I was clear of any dog-house. Then some old bastard passed that law about the likes of me returning home to pay my taxes.


So here we are on our way back, with Maz sitting on a donkey that’s on its last legs, and her bulging fit to burst. God knows if we’ll make it all the way before the baby comes. To make it easy, we're just following that new star in the east; even a sightless man could follow that all the way home.


And when we do arrive, what’s the betting there’re no rooms to be had, anywhere? S’pose in the end we’ll be grateful for a stack of hay in any old stable. Mind you, I’ve got very fond memories of Maz in stables; know what I mean?


Last night she turns to me, with a big goofy Madonna-like smile plastered all over her face, and says:


“Don’t worry; we’ll get through this Jezza. And then the baby’ll be born... and we’ll be a proper family.”


Now there’s blind faith for you. Women – eh?




-oOo-

Happy Christmas to all!

Avis

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Lucifer, Casting Shadows



The wind sawed and whistled through the canopy of branches overhead; taking the trees’ autumn cloaks away, ready for the coming winter‘s sleep. He could taste the cold on his tongue, sharp and sweet, as he lay sheltered and snug in the comfy basket. She had placed a pillow at the bottom, to ease his weary bones. And he could sense her now - hovering anxiously, wanting to do more, yet knowing not what. He wiggled his nose and yawned; his whiskers twitched.

He remembered back to when he was a kitten; Her kindness and cuddles; fighting with a brother -but locking in to defend alongside that brother from all comers. Growing and scraping; investigating and exploring – and getting stuck up a tree:

“Well you got up there – now get yourself down!” She had said laughing; face upturned, hands on hips.


Now opening one sleepy emerald orb he encountering Her apprehensive eyes and slowly began a rumbling purr to reassure. Her loving and much loved hand gently laid on his head then rippled down his back, caressing his coat; soothing his ache. They stayed together in companionable silence; watching sunbeams flicker off the pond; catching the whiff of wood smoke on the riffling wind from a garden down the way. Finally, as the sun melted away behind the trees, laying deep shadows across the garden and making dark mysterious pools, he huffed in quick satisfaction.

For now it was enough to sit and be – with Her there to comfort.

Today had been a good day.

-oOo-

Lucifer died yesterday.

Sunday, 25 October 2009

Places to buy my stories

I don't know why I haven't put these links up before - stupidity I think! I have flash stories in the following anthologies:

The Best of Every Day Fiction 2008



People of Few Words


and

The Best of Boston Literary Magazine

Enjoy!

Thursday, 10 September 2009

Now that Autumn is here

I am moving into chapter ten now of the WIP. Had a bit of a block, but it is melting away now so I hope to plough on with that now.

Just had some very encouraging news back from The Stiletto in the Door 2009 Competition for ChickLit. I entered my first novel Moving On and had a lot of very positive feedback. Due to stupid errors (My own silly fault - yes really!!) in the text I entered I didn't make next round... Well that and probably the others were better! (But I am sticking with my first bash at an explanation.)

Also I am happy to tell y'all that I have had three more flash accepted.

2 have been published already - one over @ The Pygmy Giant called A Cup of Tea, and the other - my first! - @ Ink, Sweat & Tears called In the Heat of the Night. Bit rude that one!

The third will be up @ The Boston Literary Magazine in their Fall edition (due soon but not out) and that one is called Hallelujah - based on the Leonard Cohen song, interwined with the story of Bathsheba, Uriah and King David from The Old Testament.

Tell me if you think it works...

Sunday, 21 June 2009

Well I have been a busy little bee...

But not on here!

I have got the new novel up and running - chapter 6 beckons starting Tuesday. The first five are out with a reader panel as I type...

The first novel is in this year's "Stiletto in the door Competition" for ChickLit Writers. Results are due in August. If you don't get into the final, you get a crit, so everyone's a winner!

This new one is definitely not ChickLit - much darker, very unfrothy and a lot meaner. Rather like some of my Flash Fiction then!!

I must get around to subbing stuff again...