Entry Three

Dear Darling Readers

You know that feeling you get when you read something so fantastically written, you just have to shove that book/magazine/newspaper (yes I know I didn’t mention Kindle, I personally detest the things) under someone else’s nose, and demand that they read it while you stand guard waiting for them to see what you just saw. Sometimes they don’t, they simply pass back the writing and shrug. These are the times when I really feel like hitting someone with said book/magazine/newspaper, but since I also believe that everyone is entitled to their own opinions, no matter how infuriating they may be, I restrain myself. Most of the time though, those people who have me hovering beside them, see what I see, and have a similar moment of complete insanity, leading to someone else having the brilliant piece of text shoved before their eyes and are ordered to read. It helps that my closest friends are completely barmy.

Back to my original point though, that feeling, well I get it less and less now. My shelves literally sag with the weight of my book collection, and I must admit that most of those books I will read once and then probably never cast a second glance. Not that I didn’t enjoy them, I did, they just fail to recapture my attention. Except a few that is. Skulduggery is still one of those characters that will have me counting down days on a calendar, just so I can buy the new book on the first day of sale. To be honest I think all of Derek Landy’s have managed to hijack their way into what little brain space I have to spare, I think they must have thrown out the little maths that I had bothered to remember. But as I am trying to say, the Skulduggery books always give me that fantastic feeling, and have me driving in front of people or spouting out short sections to friends who are so used to my madness that they simply nod and laugh along. It’s that feeling that makes me want to write myself, I want people to read my work and feel that rush that comes when you find that character or plot that screams “LOOK HOW FABULOUS I AM!” You can reread the same joke over and over and still be in hysterics, revisit the same character and never find them boring, I want to create a world in my words, not simply fill blank pages.

It worries me when I read a published book and the characters do nothing for me, I actually wanted to kill Margaret Beaufort in ‘The Red Queen’ by Phillipa Gregory, but that at least meant the character had got through to me. Sometimes I feel that writers do not have enough fun with their work. If you write for a living, people expect a certain amount of eccentricity; why not embrace it with a running hug!

Oh, and for those of you who are wondering, no, I do not think I can write like Derek Landy. The man is a genius and I am bitterly disappointed that echo stones do not exist.

P.S

I do love hearing from you, your comments beat even PG Tips or a new pair of shoes.

Entry Two

Dear Darling Readers,

With over a month between this entry and the last, there is a mass of information which I could spill, but I’m afraid I will have to keep you in the dark for a little bit longer yet.

As many of you will know, Nanowrimo starts on Tuesday and I have finally got my idea settled for my plotline. The ‘Henry Granger’ plotline has also been finalised, so you can look forward to seeing exactly what Philip wants and how this is going to effect everyone soon.

As well as this, I have also started a new Merlin Fan fiction called ‘A Dragon Lord’s Family’ which seems to be getting some really positive feedback so far.

Apart from that there is not a huge amount to say. Keep reading and reviewing, and I’ll keep you updated as to how Nanowrimo is going.

Trust Mum

Trust mum to buy me a diary for my fifteenth. I should have realized when I saw that smile on her face. You know the one I mean, the sort that just screams “you’re going to hate this present but your mum thinks it’s the most amazing thing in the world for you.” But of course, I got all excited and actually expected her to have got me something decent this year. Ripping off the shiny pink wrapping paper I was faced with the monstrosity of monstrosities. The cover was lime green leather, with a fluorescent purple heart sewed into the middle. The pages inside were all a matching shade of purple with green lines etched into the paper.

“So?” My mother asked. “What do you think?” I didn’t reply straight away. The diary lay in the palms of my hands. “It’s so you can write down your feeling and emotions.” She babbled, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. I didn’t want to write down my feelings and emotions, I wanted to keep them locked away in my head. Where they belonged. “I just saw it in the shop and thought of you straight away.” Thought of me, my mother must be out of her mind, how could she see this and think of me? “I just knew you would love it”Steadily I looked up at her and plastered on my widest, fakest smile.

“I love it mum” I told her, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. In the corner my little brother was practically wetting himself, “really I do.” I’m not joking, at this she actually squealed and clapped her hands.

“I always wanted a diary when I was little” she gushed, “But we could never afford to waste money” She looked sad for a moment, Gran and Granddad had had never been well off, and mum had worked really hard to make sure that Stuart and I always had what we wanted. Within seconds though she returned to her normal over hyperactive state that resembled a five year old on E numbers. She leapt up and catapulted herself out of the sitting room, as she crashed around the kitchen searching for candles and the cake. I was left with a brother in hysterics and diary that I had to now fill.

Entry One

Dear Darling Readers,

I must say that myself and technology have not been seeing eye to eye recently. Or would that be eye to circuit board? I’m not entirely sure to be honest.

Sufficient to say, I have no idea how to send an email blast from Hotmail, and also my email account seems to be refusing to acknowledge the emails some of you lovely readers have given me, as real emails. *silent rage*

So Hotmail and I are not on brilliant terms at this moment in time.

However, I shall continue writing and publishing to the website, and I shall work out a way in which to get the chapters that will not go online to those who have so kindly said they will read them.

Here’s hoping that you read this and understand, (or I’ll most likely tell you in the morning before form or at break seeing as most my readers are at Newport Girls with me at this point in time.)

As you will see Henry Granger and Crystal Tears are both now updated on the site up to their most recent entries, and I have also included my poetry so please comment if you can.

Love to all my readers

Carol J Forrester