Over the past year or so I have been selecting photographs I’ve taken on many travels, and put a story to them.
When I reached a milestone of 50 stories, I decided to make them into a book, and, in doing so, I have gone through each and revised them, making some longer and into short stories.
50 photographs, 50 stories. I’ve called it, “Inspiration, Maybe”
It will be available soon.
This case has everything, red herrings, jealous brothers, femme fatales, and at the heart of it all, greed.
Coming soon!
Is love the metaphorical equivalent to ‘walking the plank’; a dive into uncharted waters?
For Henry the only romance he was interested in was a life at sea, and when away from it, he strived to find sanctuary from his family and perhaps life itself. It takes him to a small village by the sea, s place he never expected to find another just like him, Michelle, whom he soon discovers is as mysterious as she is beautiful.
Henry had long since given up the notion of finding romance, and Michelle couldn’t get involved for reasons she could never explain, but in the end both acknowledge that something happened the moment they first met.
Plans were made, plans were revised, and hopes were shattered.
A chance encounter causes Michelle’s past to catch up with her, and whatever hope she had of having a normal life with Henry, or anyone else, is gone. To keep him alive she has to destroy her blossoming relationship, an act that breaks her heart and shatters his.
But can love conquer all?
It takes a few words of encouragement from an unlikely source to send Henry and his friend Radly on an odyssey into the darkest corners of the red light district in a race against time to find and rescue the woman he finally realizes is the love of his life.
The cover, at the moment, looks like this:
Over the past year or so I have been selecting photographs I’ve taken on many travels, and put a story to them.
When I reached a milestone of 50 stories, I decided to make them into a book, and, in doing so, I have gone through each and revised them, making some longer and into short stories.
50 photographs, 50 stories. I’ve called it, “Inspiration, Maybe”
It will be available soon.
This case has everything, red herrings, jealous brothers, femme fatales, and at the heart of it all, greed.
Coming soon!
Is love the metaphorical equivalent to ‘walking the plank’; a dive into uncharted waters?
For Henry the only romance he was interested in was a life at sea, and when away from it, he strived to find sanctuary from his family and perhaps life itself. It takes him to a small village by the sea, s place he never expected to find another just like him, Michelle, whom he soon discovers is as mysterious as she is beautiful.
Henry had long since given up the notion of finding romance, and Michelle couldn’t get involved for reasons she could never explain, but in the end both acknowledge that something happened the moment they first met.
Plans were made, plans were revised, and hopes were shattered.
A chance encounter causes Michelle’s past to catch up with her, and whatever hope she had of having a normal life with Henry, or anyone else, is gone. To keep him alive she has to destroy her blossoming relationship, an act that breaks her heart and shatters his.
But can love conquer all?
It takes a few words of encouragement from an unlikely source to send Henry and his friend Radly on an odyssey into the darkest corners of the red light district in a race against time to find and rescue the woman he finally realizes is the love of his life.
The cover, at the moment, looks like this:
It’s amazing just how fast the weeks are slipping by.
And how I don’t seem to be getting much done. It’s like looking at a big circle that charts your times for the week.
Staring into space looking for inspiration, 85%
Getting distracted, 13%
Writing, 1%
Undecided, 1%
But I guess I am getting a lot of the preparatory work done, like setting up the next 5 Being Inspired posts – adding the photographs to be used as inspiration
See an example: http://bit.ly/2lXcRrw
Adding the next few episodes of PI Walthenson’s first case, and re-writing as the second draft along the way prior to posting them. The good news, I just posted the last episode
See an example: http://bit.ly/2PQBeWv
Then I had to create Twitter ads for the last 15 or so blog entries, which I’ve been putting off
See an example: http://bit.ly/349udmn
But what I finally got done, and is probably the most important job, was fix my author website.
See it here https://cwhmailuser.wixsite.com/authorcharles
Did I get to read? No. Unless you count a number of blog posts from bloggers I follow.
Did I get to work on any of the WIP books? Some, but writing five or six stories on the go can be a little daunting at times. It certainly makes for confusing dreams and crossovers which are practically unintentional.
So, perhaps next week will have a more positive aspect.
Tune in to find out!
They’re not exactly Nobel prize-winning prose.
Well, not yet.
I guess the point is that I have at least crystallised my thoughts on paper so that I can do something with them. After all, anything is better than nothing, isn’t it?
Sometimes I wonder. I look back on a lot of the stuff I wrote forty or fifty years ago and it looks bad. The thing is, then, I thought it was great, and that I was destined to do great things with the written word.
Pity, all this time later, I’ve turned into a self-critical monster, where it seems nothing I write is any good.
So, does that mean we need to be less critical of our work? After all, through the years, when I’ve shared novels and short stories with others, they have all universally said they’re quite good.
So…
Ut’s time to go back to the previous day’s work and rework it. Yes, the idea that I wanted to write about is where I wanted the story to go, it’s just the execution.
The problem is, since then a few other ideas have been running around in the back of my head, and these could be added or used to further the current plotline.
The other problem is, it is one of the six stories that I’m writing by the seat of my pants, you know, the way some pilots like to fly a plane, without all that computer backup. Similarly, this is the way I sometimes like to write.
It’s as much a surprise to me is it is to the reader.
There’s good arguments for having planned the story from start to finish, but with these, I like to write it and see where it takes me. They’re episodic, so sometimes I get to write three of four episodes at a time, and these would most likely in a book become a chapter.
Last night I wrote two episodes, but it seems that it might need pointers back in previous episodes, because we all like to leave a trail of crumbs for the reader so when they get to the denouement, they remember, ah yes, back in chapter two such and such happened, but why am I only remembering it now?
Ok, enough convincing myself I’m a good writer, it’s time to get back to work…
You know how it goes, you just get into a writing rhythm when the phone rings and it’s another of those pesky scam calls.
Or in my case not one but three, so far.
The first, to do with the NBN, which is Australia’s laughable answer to world-class internet, and which is, in reality, a complete stuff up that cost us, the taxpayers, 50 billion dollars, and for nothing.
Most nights during the peak hours, you cannot continuously stream without breaks, pixelation, or just nothing at all.
World-class? I’m afraid not. Perhaps I should relocate to Romania where, I hear, the internet is much faster and more reliable.
Enough with the rant, the call this time regarding the NBN is a scam, where they try logging into your computer and stealing everything, including banking information, credit card information, and the rest of your life, if it’s possible.
I have no life so they would be badly disappointed.
The second scam call id for solar panels. Yes, they are selling solar panels, but they are the junk no one else wants, years out of date, and then charge three times what they’re worth, even when you get the government rebate.
I’ve got solar panels already, so I don’t care. I just put the phone on the other side of the desk and let them prattle on. They get the message eventually.
The next is for raffle tickets. It generally relates to some form of charity, in which the caller goes through the charity’s functions chapter and verse and then try to hit you up for ten tickets at a discounted price.
Sounds legit. Yes, I’ve heard of the charity. Yes, I know what it does.
But…
It’s not the real charity calling, bt some scammer trying to get your credit card details, along with that all-important 3 digit cvc number.
Not today Josephine, or whatever your name was.
I’ve got an app on my phone that tells me if the caller is a scammer, and this one had red lights flashing and a large red ‘fraud’ stamped across it.
An hour later, all thoughts are gone.
I suppose I better have some lunch and try again later.
Don’t we all?
And, then something goes awry, like the telephone rings, someone forgot to tell you something last night, the boss calls and tells you you have thirty minutes after getting in to give a ‘smash it out of the park’ presentation, or a friend or workmate is ringing to give you a heads-up that something awful just happened.
Or worse!
Or, if you can get as far as the bus stop without forgetting something vital that you needed later on, and have to go back home, making you at least an hour late, just the morning you wanted to get in and clear away the cobwebs.
Yes, you can feel it coming, just because everything is going so well…
I had those good intentions.
i was going to work on the last revision of a novel that I’d been putting off for a while and had done all the pre the night before, just to let the ideas run around in my head while I was asleep.
And, yes, those ideas were there while I was in the shower, you know how it is, it’s one of the times when all those great ideas come, and there’s nowhere to write them down, and using a whiteboard marker of the white tiles, well, it just gets washed away.
How would a voice-activated tape recorder do?
Somehow I don’t think I want to listen to myself talking jibberish in the shower, much less the next-door neighbours. It’s unfortunate that builders seem to like the idea of putting bathrooms on the side closest to next door. Thank God they don’t sing in the shower!
Still on track, keeping the mental notes alive, I arrive at my desk.
Oh…
Just a little online banking to do, answer a few e-mails that I’ve been putting off, got a phone call to remind me the sheets needed extra soap in the washing machine, a post-it note on the keyboard reminding me to use the oldest eggs first, and that I might want to put some fuel in the car if I was intending to go anywhere.
Mental notes slowly dissipating.
Loading Word.
It seems I have a technical problem with my Microsoft account and I need to fix it. Word, otherwise loads, but I cannot edit any documents until it is fixed.
Then there’s a warning that hard disk space is running out, and I need to do a cleanup, or the machine wants to do a cleanup.
Can anything else go wrong?
Even rhetorically, I knew I shouldn’t have asked.
Thrills, Spills, and just a dash of Romance 