There are currently two folders open on my desktop under ‘Writing’ right now. One is for another edit of Visions. The other is a folder for a series of short stories.
Since completing an edit for the first book in my ‘Same Face Different Place’ series, BEGINNINGS (which is currently being proofread), this left me with a burning urge to take another look at VISIONS, the second book of the series.
Set in the 1980s, ‘Visions’ is the book I always wanted to write and contains everything I feel passionate about; historic houses, idyllic villages, simple country pleasures, traditions and a strong community. Yet in the background lurks the disturbing, unresolved mystery left in ‘Beginnings’ and a new threat about to be unravelled. One of my reviewers wrote “Despite the beauty of each scene there is always an element of danger lurking” which sums the story up very well. A more recent reviewer depicted my story as “a study of how to react to threats and violence, the nature of victimhood, and the power of fighting back.”
I am really enjoying revisiting this book with just a few tweaks, to improve it.
The main reason for this blog however, is to log my newer writing adventures.
This was something I always planned to do before I got distracted by other interests. It started last year when in a somewhat spooky moment, I felt as if I had been ‘touched’ by the Bronte Sisters. It happened during a trip to the Parsonage museum in Yorkshire when I was stood in the very room where Charlotte Bronte wrote Wuthering Heights. I was hit with a strange feeling, the concept of ‘short stories’ rolling around my mind like a mantra; that if I was ever to make an impression, this was a path I had to follow.
Ascending the stairs to the upper floor, I found myself dismissing the concept. When am I ever going to find time to write a book of short stories? The thought was interrupted by a sharp prick like a thorn and before I knew it, a splinter from this original oak staircase was embedded in my finger. I stared at it numbly, wondering if it was sign. Are these the “rugged thorns that shoot out their prickly arms on barren moors, or ruffle the moss on the mountain tops?”
It sounds insane but this is genuinely what I felt and I made a promise that day. I pledged to the Bronte sisters, I would write a book of short stories and pleased to announce, I have made a start. ‘The Rosebrook Chronicles’ is a book I hope to bring out next year and the first story titled ‘Stony Crows’ is a work in progress. The stories are based on a few of the lesser known characters in my ‘Same Face’ series but they dip into a little more detail of the underlying character backstories I never made it into the series.
Two More Folders
I will end this post by saying there are two more folders on my desktop. One is for a screenplay I am working on, (having just finished a very interesting course) and the other is an outline plot for my next standalone novel, a modern day thriller based around the institute of child care and adoption… More updates coming soon.