All posts tagged: draft

Introduction 359

“Call me Crazy!” I smiled, spitting out a new label for the next introduction in a room filled with names I’d never know. You grim ginned back at me. Tension lines draw just as tight into the cut of your jaw, and mind working out how to swallow dive through the conference room window five ‘networks’ away. “Call me Stark Raving,” you said hand still in mine this time reluctant to hear that bell. If anyone wants to give me some feedback I would love to hear it. Does it make sense? Is the length alright? Is the rhythm complete tosh? Anything people! Anything please! *Vanishes off into her own insanity.*

Darkened Daughter Extract – Rickets Den

You did not got to the Purple Pig to drink. You went there for whores and information. Before the new King’s reign Molly’s tavern had been one of the most successful in Dondara. Now it was nothing more than a crooked sign and a few worm eaten tables crammed into the darkness. “Are you sure we’ve got the right place?” Mole kept close as his Captain hurried down the city streets towards Rickets Den. Behind them the stone houses of the wealthy seemed to glow softly in the moonlight, oil lamps dotted along the cobbled streets to ward off the shadows.  Rickets Den on the other hand was a mass of shadows, curling and twisting around the wooden buildings which tumbled into one another and disappeared into the depths of the old mining pits. Mole wasn’t a brave man. He was really quite timid by all accounts with a thin reedy voice and a thick, short stature that left many confusing him with a child. Danny found him useful for sneaking into tight spaces but …

He had known he…

He had known her for all of three days. Still, she had saved his life and when they came to drag her to the pyre he’d fought for her, killed for her, earned the hangman’s noose and died for her. So why had he woken cold and alone, clawing at the ceiling of his coffin and trying to scream for help. The finalised opening for Henry Granger. The deadline for the complete draft is August 31st 2014.

Working Out The Kinks

She wasn’t supposed to save him, she was supposed to strike the final blow and end his suffering. That was the task dealt to her by the Valkyries and that was the task she had every intention of carrying out. Until she saw his face. Unmarried and without family, Eveline’s mother was labelled a whore when the village learnt of the pregnancy. Considered witches by many, Eveline and her mother keep to their woodland cottage, selling tinctures and salves to those who dare to venture close enough. That is until the autumn of 1066 when William, Duke of Normandy lands of English shores to take the Crown. When Eveline sleeps she sees the battle to come. She knows that the English King will fall and the Norman army will march on towards London where William will take his throne. The death of another King is not what wakes her screaming though. The remains of the Battle of Hastings will bring about Eveline’s greatest folly, a folly that she will spend lifetimes trying to fix.   …

At Sea

I will stand at the edge of the docks, With neon green hair And a fist-full of jokes, So that my features are always alight with laughter. I will pass hand over hand, Strain my shoulders And throw my back into pulling you to me. Do not compare me to a summer’s day, Or the fragility of spring blossom, I will not wither if you snatch me from my roots I can set down new ones… I can wrap myself as ivy strands, Plug the cracks in you And hide each flaw So they are mine alone to admire. I will stand at the edge of the docks, With neon green hair And a fist-full of jokes, So that my features are always alight with laughter. Hold out my fingers for you to grip, And not complain When my arms are filled with souvenirs To which each will be labeled a memory That is mine to hear But never truly know.

Firsts Drafts and Plot-lines

I’m hoping to have the first draft of one of my novels completed by the end of January. I have about 25,000 words but I’ve been working on it for about a year and a half so I really feel that a complete first draft is over-due. The plotline for this piece has not fluctuated as much as with other projects I have taken on, and I feel pretty confident about completing this. So for those of you who enjoy my writing, here is a preview of the prologue and the first chapter and I would love to hear back on what you have to say.   Prologue   This is not a single story. In fact, most stories are rarely single stories, but more a muddle of broken tales patched together in the image of a singularity. This story is more broken than most. This story is the witch who dies only to live, the lord whose manor was at the heart of it all and a husband bound to the will of another. …