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Self Editing: Eveything you need to know

I had planned a post at some point similar to this, but when I read the talented Sharon Zink’s page I decided to share it.

Sharon is an amazing writer and I have had her on my blog. She also does the same job as me in that she offers manuscript appraisals; the same level of detail.

So I decided to share this link because it really is a masterclass in writing and everything on here is exactly the kind of thing I say to clients all the time when I assess their manuscripts…

Take heed fellow scribes!

I am now about to write the homecoming chapter on Pelicans… this is exciting, it’s the final chapter when we reveal the last of the missing pieces… and it’s raining so I am loving the sounds of rain on the roof as I write! The morning goes pitter patter… ❤

Have a wonderful day everyone!

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In The Spotlight: Amanda James

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I have great pleasure in welcoming the very talented Amanda James back to my blog to share her latest writing news… and to interview the protagonist of her fantastic new novel Behind the Lie that was out for Kindle on Friday.

This is part of Amanda’s busy blog tour so I am delighted she found time to pop over to mine!

Look where she’s been and where she’s going!

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I met Amanda through Bridge House Publishing when we published her short story in our charity book for Born Free. It’s a collection of wild animal stories, and of all our collections remains a landmark success. We launched at the Hay Festival in 2010 with the wonderful Virginia McKenna. What a day. Amanda got to read at the festival. I have since followed Amanda’s career as she has gone from success to success.

Friday (just gone) saw the release of another novel and so I asked her to do something a little different. So we have an exclusive over here today. But first let me tell you a little more about Amanda.

 

She lives in Cornwall and is inspired every day by the beautiful coastline near her home. In fact, three of her novels are set there, Somewhere Beyond the Sea, Summer in Tintagel and the new one Behind the Lie – April 2017 published by HQUK ( HarperCollins).

So in an exclusive, I asked Amanda if she would interview her protagonist, Holly, for me and this is what happened…

So to set the scene… a beach house overlooking a windswept beach in Cornwall. We are on the balcony drinking tea and watching the Atlantic waves hurl themselves at the shore. We are huddled in thick sweaters, because even though it is spring, the wind is Arctic.

So, I thought we’d have a little Q&A session, is that okay? It will be fun. Please tell me your name?

The young woman sitting opposite gives me an incredulous look, her eyes reflecting the blue of the ocean.

Humour me.

You know my name, but okay, I am Holly West.

Tell me what you’re most afraid of?

Holly sighs and takes a sip of her tea. She watches at a kite surfer but I can tell she sees something else. She wrests a strand of golden hair from the wind and tucks it behind her ear. Eventually she looks back at me.

People thinking that I’m not telling the truth, that I am still the woman I used to be.

Why so sad? What has happened to you?

There is no hesitation this time.

So much has happened in such a short time …When my childhood sweetheart left for the army, I left too. I moved from my village in Cornwall to be a model in London. Caught up in everything that goes with such a glamorous life, I was lost, alone…disgusted with the person I became. But then I met Simon and he helped me turn my life around. I was so happy when we married and I fell pregnant with twins but then my son died. Well, that’s what they told me, but I know he’s alive.

What do you want most from the world?

A sad little smile turns up one corner of her mouth.

That’s easy. To find my boy, make a life for us all back in Cornwall and to just live an ordinary life.

What will happen if you don’t get it?

Her expression grows dark and the clouds roll over the sun.

I can’t think about that… I won’t think about it.

Is there something about you the reader never finds out about you, Holly?

There are secrets about me that only you know, Amanda…

 

 

Want to know what happens? This is it…

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Holly West has turned her life around. She’s found a successful and loving husband in Simon and is expecting twins. She is definitely a woman who has taken back control of her future.

Until she gives birth, only for one twin to survive. Holly can’t let it go.

Holly’s world is in a tailspin and suddenly she can’t trust herself or anyone else. No one believes her, not her husband or her best friend. Because she thinks she knows the truth…her son is still alive and she won’t stop until she finds him.

Buy me! 

Amanda can usually be found playing on the beach with her family, or walking the cliff paths planning her next book.

Author links – Amanda’s blog – http://mandykjameswrites.blogspot.com/

Twitter  @akjames61

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I don’t know about you but this has certainly whet my appetite… so do download a copy… thanks, Amanda, and we wish you great success with this! Thanks for being in the spotlight today!

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Make this the year

We all know how hard it is to have work accepted; I submit less than I used to, but there was a time when I thought nothing would ever be ‘good enough’ but what I learned was to never give up… no matter what.

Over the seven years that I have been working for myself I have met so many writers at different stages of their career — and, without doubt, the ones who made it did so because they refused to give up, they took advice and they worked even harder when they were rejected.

I offer in-depth critique on short stories and novels (from flash to novel and anything in between) … this is the mainstay of my work and the thing I probably love the best. However, since editing is a multi-layered process I also offer copy editing/line editing sand final proofing. I also work on proofing, copy editing and structural editing of non-fiction and have worked on a number of self-help and mental health books and memoirs.

It never ceases to amaze me that since I left the security of the day job in science (a lot of scientific writing) to what could only be described as an ‘uncertain future’ I have never been without work (phew). I did also get taken on by Cornerstones a couple of years ago and this past year I have edited more for them too and, in particular, have really stepped up the mentoring. And that is what I wanted to talk about.

If there are any of you out there who are keen to get more ‘hands-on’ ‘on-the-job’ training then why not consider a mentoring programme with me. It would be tailored to your needs, so let’s say you are working on a novel and plan to write two chapters a month, then I could work on these first drafts and perhaps as we go on two revised chapters so it’s a chapter a week. This might be 2-3 hours per week, so based on 12-15 hours per month so let’s say discounted to £250 per month. This can involve phone calls, Skype, even the odd meet-up. If you think you might be interested I urge you to get in touch. I can make it fit with you and your needs so costs might vary. But it does require commitment and needs to based on at least 2-3 months ideally but again we can discuss this.

Please do get in touch if this appeals.

Have a look at my website! www.debzhobbs-wyatt.co.uk

Make 2017 the year!

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Finding Your Rhythm With the Short Story Form

 

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The pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter is back,  rain dancing on conservatory windows; tapping thoughts gently into my head as I begin another week.

I will be blogging this week about my experiences at the London Short Story Festival which has got all sorts of creative urges, urging. It is no secret my feelings and love of the good short story; a good literary, makes you think, changes something you feel about the world short story. I was treated to plenty of those by some incredible writers on Saturday and I can’t wait to do it again next year. I love this idea of daring to be bold, of using the short story form as a playground for experimenting creatively, something I have always seen it as. For me, it begins with a short story.

Short stories are different things to different people and come in many forms. For me they find a rhythm inside me and once I start writing a new one they grab me and hold me down until I write and rewrite and keep on writing until it is as near to perfection I can find; if perfection is ever truly attainable. But it’s in that search I find my bliss.

After listening to a fabulously talented panel of writers May-Lan Tan , Laura Van den Berg and Jon McGregor talk to the also highly talented Paul McVeigh about the short story and people they read I have more books to buy. It’s like my appetite has suddenly been whetted again and I think I know what my next project after Chutney needs to be, some short stories, possibly getting together a collection. I want to experiment with the form and challenge myself again. And who knows I now want to talk and be a guest at the London Short Story Festival.

I wasn’t a guest but was close to it as we saw the launch of a collection I have a new story in at the event.

It was also wonderful meeting fellow Unthologists as Saturday also saw the release of Unthology 7. These collections are a unique and interesting place to showcase what can be done in the short form. Unthank Books have now published me twice and I fully intend to submit again.

One thing I did listen to with great interest over my day at the festival was the rhythm of language and I heard some writers talk about how they used music for mood as they wrote sometimes. I only ever did this with one story interestingly; one I have yet to write in a form I want but I will. It’s about a woman finding, after all these years, the brother whose hand she let go of when she went to Auschwitz. Music plays a big part in that story because she survived because of her musicality; she played for the officers. In fact I remember having to write a memory of her playing the ‘Radetsky March’ as her best friend plodded past with heavy footsteps to the gas chambers; and she knew she had to keep playing. Keep playing. Don’t stop. Just keep playing. It wasn’t that I listened to that music, my own heart beat made that inside me, no I listened to the score of Harmony, the Manilow musical about the Comedienne Harmonists as Germany drew closer to the holocaust and there are some songs in that that evoke something powerful and enabled me to find that dark place and sustain it as I wrote. I know when I return to that story the music will instantly take me back to that place.

I liked to play in that story with the musicality, which I will revisit. Language has its own rhythm and can be explored in a musical way and I want to do more of that experimentation. When I edit it’s quite hard to explain to people the need to use rhythm but it’s in listening to other great writers, we find that rhythm and I believe that’s where you will find your true voice.

What I find interesting as well as using music as place, is using music for establishing character; I would love to use that device overtly in some form, how characters represent a certain piece of music. I think this is something that can helped deepen characterisation.

Recommendation for today:  Laura Van den Berg. I was so moved by the new story  she read on Saturday I have to try out her collections, and she has just released her first novel.

 

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Tomorrow I am talking more about the short story and differences between America and the UK in how the short story form is used as a platform to debut new writers…

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Little boosts to confidence

It can be a very insecure life being a writer, especially before you start to see your work accepted.

But even when you do, if you’re like me you keep moving the goal posts and challenging yourself.

So when you have a new story accepted or published, as happened last week with Open Windows, and a writer who you greatly respect says something really complimentary (someone whose work really sits up there in the short story field) you think, wow. Really? And then you think: phew.

There are so many of us out there trying to get validation with our work, so every little comment or nice review makes a massive difference. Writing is basically something you sit and do alone and so as a writer you do sometimes think: okay great this is really working and other times you think, this is pants. That’s being a writer, that’s also very much part of process. First drafts of anything have those pants moments but the more your chisel and refine your work, you more you come to know when it is working.

Working as an editor also helps and I think one of the things I can see has really developed the more I work with writers, is being able to look at people’s plots and shapes of stories. I think getting up close and finding issues with the plot is fundamental to those big second drafts, and often we just don’t see the issues when we get too close. Story analysis is something I seem to have refined more and more as  a skill to try to help other writers, and to help my own writing of course: it’s the who, why, where, what does the protagonist want, what’s at stake and who or what is standing his way that might sound fundamental but actually make the difference between something really working or it not working as it should. Being able to pin down what’s not working and might be stopping an author getting work accepted is a vital component of my work, so I am also learning and looking for new ways to ensure this is achieved in my editing work.

Getting up close to the nitty-gritty nuts and bolts stuff once we have looked at story shape and character motivation is actually the easier part usually to put right, those clunky phrases, out of context metaphors, clichés, telling etc.

I do care about the process and my clients, so if, as happened recently with a client, it seemed they had not quite grasped something important that I felt was essential for their novel to work, I couldn’t relax until I had I arranged a call to talk about it. I feel as if I am nurturing something very personal and so it has to be right, and handled right. Your stories are after all your babies, right? So come into my world and I will be mindful of that. I think it helps that I am a writer too.

But even when you have a reasonable grasp of all of this, it still can be isolating, so when someone appreciates your work, take the compliment and let it boost your day.

Or week.

Or forever.

Have a great day everyone.

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In The Spotlight, Guest Blog by Writer Lauren Scharhag

I have a special guest in the spotlight for you this week folks… please give a big warm welcome to Lauren Scharhag who kindly had me as a guest on her blog at the end of last year and she agreed to come over to mine! Thanks Lauren!

 

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Lauren Scharhag is a writer of fiction and poetry.  Her titles include such works as Under Julia, The Winter Prince, and West Side Girl & Other Poems. Her work has appeared in The SNReview, The Rockhurst ReviewInfectus, and Glass: A Journal of Poetry. She is the recipient of the Gerard Manley Hopkins Award for poetry and a fellowship from Rockhurst University for fiction. A lifetime resident of Kansas City, MO, she currently lives in the Waldo area with her husband and three cats.

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Have you always wanted to be a published writer? Tell us something about your path to having your first book/story published.

I wouldn’t say I’ve always ‘wanted’ to be a writer.  It was something I’ve always been.  For me, it’s more like a vocation, a calling.  My whole life, I’ve always loved reading.  From a young age, I kept journals.  I wrote stories and poems.  When I was thirteen, I started writing for the Kansas City Star’s teen section.  That same year, I wrote my first novel (which was very awful and will never see the light of day).  I completed my second novel by the time I was seventeen (only marginally less awful).  I studied literature in high school and college.  In 2005, I wrote a script for a small independent production company here in town.  But I don’t feel like I really hit my stride till just a few years ago, where I can actually look back on some of the stuff I’ve done and feel something other than embarrassment.

Did that journey involve an agent? If not did you try to get one? Any advice about that?

I did get an agent with my second novel.  In my experience, it didn’t work out.  They shopped my work around for two years to the publishing houses and nothing ever came of it.  Since then, whenever I’ve tried to submit novels, I always try agents first, then publishers.  Again, that has never worked out for me.

I tried submitting my third novel, Under Julia, a few years ago.  I had eight different agents and publishing houses extremely interested, but ultimately they found the work too dark, too controversial.  They said, “Send us your next work.”  Like it’s just so easy to whip something out!

At that point, I decided I was done with submitting.  I have somewhere around 600 rejection letters, both in a filing cabinet and in a folder on my email account.  I mean, how much rejection is enough?  I decided it was time to get back to my roots—why had I ever started writing in the first place?

Because I can’t not do it.  I can’t tell you how much happier and more productive I was when I remembered I wasn’t writing to please the publishing industry, but myself.  Then, whaddaya know?  A publishing house in the UK found me on Twitter and asked me to submit some work.  I sent them a vampire novella.  They liked it and asked if I would consider turning it into a novel or even a series.  I’ve since signed a contract with Kensington Gore for a horror trilogy.  So I guess my advice is, you have to find what works for you.  We all have to forge our own paths.

I don’t believe agents or even publishing houses are the only path to success anymore.  Do they make things easier?  I’m sure they do.  But I believe it’s possible for a determined author to self-publish, self-market and ultimately become successful without them.  And you gotta ask yourself, who are you doing this for?

Do or did you ever belong to a writing group? Crit group? Did you ever have someone professionally critique your work before first submitting? Or do you have friends or anyone else who sees it before you send it off? Has that changed since you became a ‘successful author’?

Sure, I’ve always hung with other writers.  In high school, three of my best friends were literary.  We’d read and critique each other’s work.  For many years, I belonged to an online community called Sharepoetry and became very close to a lot of the people there.

Currently, I co-author a scifi/fantasy series with my friend, Coyote Kishpaugh.  He’s now my main go-to for professional advice and feedback.  My husband is not a writer, but he’s a very insightful reader—he’s usually the one who gets to read the first draft of something.  I’m sure those two guys will continue to be my main critics for years to come.

Over the past year, I have also become very active in the local literary scene.  Kansas City has a lot of groups and organizations that are very helpful and supportive, like the Writers Place and the Uptown Arts Bar.  I have always felt that connecting with other writers not only improves your work, but provides a constant source of inspiration.

Who did you first tell when you heard your first book had been accepted?

In order: my husband, my co-author, my mom, then Facebookland.

What happened next? Can you tell us something about working with an editor? How important is that to you now – is there a lot of discussion and does the editor make a real difference to your work?

I haven’t come to that stage yet.  I’ll have to let you know.

Tell us something about your writing day, routine.

For me, it’s kind of different for each book, especially as I write across multiple genres.  I tend to do all my research on the front end, and come up with a broad outline that still leaves plenty of room for improvisation.  I really love it when the characters hijack the story and do things that surprise me.

Whatever I’m working on, I like to immerse myself in that topic or genre.  I watch movies and documentaries related to it, I read books on the subject.  I want to dream about it when I go to sleep.  Right now, since I’m working on a horror trilogy, I always light a candle for atmosphere.  I’m writing it longhand in a notebook.  I also have an hourglass that I use to keep track of time.  After an hour, I like to get up and move around.  That’s something I always do—I always need to pace when I write.  My husband calls it my “stomping time.”

When my co-author and I are working, we have a set schedule—every Friday night, almost without exception.  We’ve been doing that for eight years now.  He usually gets here about five, then we write until dawn, pausing only occasionally for snacks.  We record our sessions so we don’t miss anything.

What or who inspires you most? Any particular people, authors, books?

I’ve always been a passionate reader, as I mentioned, so plenty of books and authors would be on my list: Watership Down, Lolita, The Dark Tower series, The Road; anything by Charles Bukowski, T.S. Eliot and Sylvia Plath.  I’m also a big TV and movie geek, so a lot of visual media has influenced me as well.  Tarantino films, The Dark Crystal, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Sopranos, The Twilight Zone, cartoons—these are some of my go-tos for inspiration.  Writers have to think of big pictures and grand schemes, but we have to be concerned with the details, too.  I think that we have to be interested in everything.  Anything that involves language involves us.

Music is another big source of inspiration.  I like all genres—rock, rap, country, classical, you name it.

I usually listen to music before I write to get into a particular mood, but when I start writing, I either turn it down very low or turn it off.  I also soundtrack my stories.

Why do you write? (Now that’s the question!) What do you want your stories to do?

I write because I must.  In the movie, Frida, when Frida goes to ask Diego Rivera if he thinks she can be a painter, he says, “If you are a painter, you will paint.  You’ll paint until you die.  Okay?”  That’s how I feel about writing.

As for what I want my stories to do—I’m very interested in people.  I want readers to connect with the characters—I want them to see themselves and people they know.  I want to introduce them to people they’d never associate with in real life.  For me, writing is the chance to be a thousand people.  I want to give the reader that same experience.

I’m also a worshipper of language, so I want the prose to be beautiful and lyrical, yet clear and authentic.

How much marketing have you had to do, even with a big publisher? How comfortable are you with self-promotion?

I’m not with a big publisher, so I expect I will have to do at least as much as I am now—playing the social media game, blogging, seeking out reviews and interviews, that sort of thing.  On my own, I’ve done a few literary festivals.  I’m hoping working with a publisher will mean expanding into doing more events—book signings, conventions, all that good stuff.  I’m getting more comfortable with self-promotion, as long as the focus is on the work and not me.

Tell us about the latest published book …

The first book hasn’t been published yet.  I signed the contract based on the short story, which I can tell you about.  The story was inspired by a vampire walking tour I took in the French Quarter in New Orleans.  It takes place in 1909.  A young schoolteacher gets a job at a Catholic girls’ boarding school only to find out that her students are not what they seem.  The short story was called, “Our Miss Engel.”  The series is going to be called The Amaranth Trilogy.

The publisher and I are discussing a contract for The Order of the Four Sons series, which I co-author with Coyote.  O4S is about two ancient organizations, the Order of the Four Sons (of course), and Starry Wisdom, who have been battling for centuries for possession of a powerful artifact known as the Staff of Solomon.  Whoever has possession of the staff can rip open the very fabric of existence.  We’ve written and self-published Books I-III.  The fourth and final book is about a year away from completion.

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What next? Tell us about work in progress and aspirations. Where do you see yourself in ten years’ time?

Next, I finish Book I of the horror series and get it out the door.  I’m hoping to have it done by fall.

Coyote and I are working hard on Book IV.  As I mentioned, I think we’re still about a year away from having it done.

In ten years’ time—I haven’t the faintest idea.  There’s a saying, “Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.”  I’ve learned not to plan too far ahead.  I can tell you that I have a lot of stories and poems in me, and I just hope that I have enough time to get some of them out.

Tell us something random about you for the pure hell of it

I just found out recently I have a second spleen.  It really doesn’t mean anything except it confuses doctors whenever they have to do an abdominal scan.

Which of your characters would you most like to be friends with and why?

Christophe and Leopold from Where Flap the Tatters of the King (O4S: Book III).  Basically, they’re everything I admire in people: brilliant, kind, witty, resourceful, generous.  They’re lifelong best friends, the sort of friends I’d want to have—loyal and courageous.  Also, they can use magic.

Finally: can we post an extract of your latest published book?

From The Order of the Four Sons series, I will share an excerpt from the latest book, Where Flap the Tatters of the King. 

 

When they sat out again, it was still snowing heavily.  They were exhausted and running low on stores.  They had no choice but to take a detour.

The town was much larger and more crowded than the previous.  The basic design and sensibilities were quite similar, though: row houses, shoppe fronts, a pretty little square.

At the inn, they dismounted, and, as usual, JD took the horses around back.

“How are we paying for this?” Bill whispered.  “I thought we spent all our money on the horses.”

“Not to worry,” Clayton replied.  “It’s all under control.”

Murphy opened the inn door with a bow.  “Ladies.”  As they passed him, he gave a contented sigh.  “Blond, brunette and a redhead.  Like flavors of ice cream.”  All three turned and gave him the exact same look simultaneously, and he grinned.  “I must’ve done something right in a past life.  I can’t imagine what it might’ve been . . .”

“Thank you, Mr. Murphy.  That will do,” Clayton said with good-natured tolerance.

This inn, like the one before, had a tavern.  It was quite packed.  And loud.  Several card games were in progress as they entered the room.  A young woman bustled in and out among the tables, serving drinks and the occasional plate of food.  The air was thick with the scent of cigars.  Overhead, the rafters were lost in a haze of smoke.  Beneath their feet, the stone floor was sticky with spilled drinks and littered with ashes and butts.  There were two more women in the tavern.  One was at the bar, the other sitting in a man’s lap, her arms around his neck.  Both women wore surprisingly plain dresses, very short in front, the hem stopping well above the knees, putting their fine stockings and garters on display.  The stockings were quite eye-catching, in fact—one pair striped red and white, the other woman’s black with rainbow-colored sequins.

The roar of conversation lessened only slightly when the team gathered in the entryway.

The proprietor, a surly-looking man perched on a stool behind the counter, said, “Your pardon, my lord, but this is a modest establishment.  I am sure you are accustomed to far better.”

Clayton glanced around.  “Have you rooms to let?”

“We have.”

“Then I’m sure they’ll suit us just fine.  We’ve been on the road for some time.  Two rooms for the night, please.”  Glancing at Bill and Emily, Clayton quickly amended, “Better make that three.”

Emily smiled gratefully, and beside her, Bill was in no way displeased, but his eyebrows shot up at the extravagance.

The man bowed.  “As my lord wishes.”

As Clayton signed the book and collected their keys, JD came in from stabling the horses.  There was a second, more pronounced lull in conversation, and some men even turned to take in the Carcosan.

JD scanned the room and quickly zeroed in on the poker tables.  One table in particular, the fellas there were taking their cards real serious.  Real serious.  And that meant serious stakes.  He glanced over at the kid.  She had been standing behind Clayton, looking out over the bar area.  When JD came in, she turned to him expectantly.

The slightest of nods passed between them.  JD approached Clayton.  “Game goin’ on.”

Clayton handed him the small pouch with their remaining funds with the attitude of a man who never had to count such things.  “You may indulge yourself.”

JD took the bag with a nod and a “My lord,” and while Clayton finished arranging some supper and a table, threaded his way to the high-stakes table.

Alyssa, having shed her coat and gloves, wandered over to some chairs by the fire, where a gentleman gladly gave up his seat so she could warm herself.

JD tipped his hat to the card players.  “Evenin’.”

They did not return the greeting, but eyed him guardedly.

“I wonder if you fellas might wanna deal me in?”

One of the men tapped ash from his cigar.  “Do they play Blind Prophet in Carcosa?” he inquired.

“Can’t say as they do,” the Colonel said genially.  “But I reckon I can keep up.”

The men looked amused.  “Very well,” one said.  “If you have stakes, you are welcome to join us.”

JD tossed the bag of coins on the table and took a seat facing the kid.  Her chair was turned so that he could see her profile.  She did not look at him.

They dealt him eight cards.

 

* * * * *

 

Murphy, Clayton and Emily sat down at a table while Bill and Kate took the luggage upstairs.  The barmaid brought them a pot of tea, then went back to the kitchen to fetch plates of food.  As Murphy took a sip, the woman with the spangled tights approached.  “Pardon me, monsieur.  Would you care for company?”

Clearing his throat, Murphy set down his cup.  “Thanks, but I’m good.”

“You don’t have to say no on my account,” Emily said sweetly.

“Gosh, Em,” Murphy rubbed the back of his neck.  “I appreciate that.  But no.”

“Are you sure?” the woman raised her eyes to Clayton’s.  “The nights are so terribly cold.”

Clayton shook his head.  “Thank you, mademoiselle.  But we’ve had a very difficult journey.  We require sleep more than company.”

“Well, if my lord should find himself in need of my services, you have but to ring.  Monsieur Danaeus knows where to find me,” she nodded to the innkeep.  And with that, she sauntered off.  They saw that her skirt was longer in the back, the dark silk falling like water around her derriere.

Murphy gave Emily a look.  She shrugged.  “Just trying to help.”

“Uh-huh.”  Murphy turned his attention to the poker game a few tables away.  It seemed JD had lost the first few hands.  That was to be expected.  New place, new game.  But on the fourth hand, Alyssa touched her ear, and JD immediately raised.  And won.  Next hand, he folded.  Then she traced a line down her throat, and JD won again.  But not before he’d bluffed the rest of the players into going all in.

“Oh,” Murphy remarked.  “They have a—oh, nice.  Very nice.  Can she do lottery numbers, too?”

Clayton stirred his tea.  “Sure.”

Both Murphy’s and Emily’s heads turned sharply at that.  “Really?”

“Of course.  She’s an Oracle.”

“But I mean—really really?”

“Where do you think the Order gets a great deal of its funding?  Oracles usually aren’t engaged for this type of activity.  Alyssa just does it because she likes to.  She and the Colonel have been quite the team for many years now.  But the Order has a whole division of psychics who are completely non-combative.  Their entire role is to, very carefully so it’s not traceable, gather funds for the Order.  Lotteries, casinos, always small jackpots, of course.  The stock market—”

Murphy looked over at Alyssa with a newfound respect.  “Y’know, I take back some of the things I said about you people.  You’re all right.”

The barmaid came back with dishes and a steaming chicken pie.  They all breathed the scent of pastry and giblets appreciatively.  Murphy looked around.  They were out of the cold and all looking forward to warm beds tonight.  Emily was unshackled.  Bill was sleeping—well, presumably, he would not be sleeping tonight, but in a good way.  Kate and JD were on speaking terms again.  Even Al was as close to being happy as she allowed herself to get—she was playing with the Colonel.  And everybody was back to being friends.  And look—pot pie.  Chicken pot pie.  Life was pretty fucking good.  And look, here comes Kate and Bill now.  Just in time for pie.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Alyssa rise swiftly from her chair by the fire.

A man at one of the tables whistled at Kate.  “Hello there, berry girl.  Do you taste like strawberries?”

Kate paused, frowning, then resumed walking.  Several other men laughed.

The catcaller seized her arm.  “Don’t you turn your back on me when I got good money–”

She barely had time to get out a “Hey!” when the unmistakable sound of a pair of hammers being pulled back on their revolvers brought the whole place to a stop.

The Colonel had stood.  One gun was pointed upwards, ready to come down if anyone so much as breathed wrong.  The other was pointed at the offender’s heart.  His eyes blazed with terrifying intensity.  “You get your goddamn hands offa her.  Right now.”

Murphy threw down his fork.  “God dammit.”

Alyssa had materialized at Clayton’s side, her hand on his shoulder.  “Get our bags,” he said calmly as she pulled him to his feet.

Bill and Emily raced up the stairs.

Meanwhile, the man had released Kate and raised his hands.  His face had gone dead white.

Kate stared at JD.  “What the fuck are you doing?”

His voice was low and eerily calm.  “Don’t you worry about a thing, darlin’.  I got this.  You just go on outside now.”

Behind Kate, Bill and Emily came running back down.  They didn’t even pause, but made for the door.  On the way, Bill grabbed Kate and dragged her along.

“But—” Kate began.

“C’mon!

And the three of them were out the door.

Alyssa had already gotten Clayton and Murphy safely outside.  Returning, she busily circled the poker table, sweeping handfuls of silver into a coin purse.  One of the men’s hands rested on some of the money.  She tapped it.  With a small grunt of surprise, he raised his hand and she swept the remaining pile into her purse.

JD kept the room covered as she finished.  Then the two of them backed towards the door together, Alyssa grabbing the registry book from the counter as they went, tucking it under her arm for safekeeping.

Finally, they too, were out in the cold.  The others had brought the horses around.

The Colonel and Alyssa joined them, and the seven of them rode back out, into the darkness and snow.

 

* * * * *

 

Once they had reached a safe distance, they stopped to set up camp.

Murphy got furiously down off his horse.  “We were in there all of twenty minutes!  I timed us!”  He threw his arms out.  “And now here we are!  Are you people allergic to happiness?  Is that what’s going on here?  There was pot pie!  And now there will be no pot pie for anybody!  None!  No one gets pie!

 © Lauren Scharhag 2015 Can not be reproduced without permission from the author or publisher

 

More about this series:

The Order of the Four Sons is a sprawling, fast-paced, epic adventure that encompasses multiple worlds and ensemble cast of characters.  Two ancient organizations, the Order of the Four Sons of Horus and Starry Wisdom, have been battling for centuries for possession of a powerful artifact known as the Staff of Solomon.  Whoever has possession of the staff can rip open the very fabric of existence.

Book I

The series’ heroes are introduced: Colonel JD Garnett, novice mage Kate West, Detective Ryan Murphy, scholar Doug Grigori, and field techs Bill Welsh and Cecil Morgan.  The team is dispatched to investigate the disappearance of one of their own in a small town.  There, they uncover a lot more than they bargained for—a segment of the Staff of Solomon, and the evil forces that are converging to claim it.

Book I is permanently free through Smashwords and other e-book retailers.  

 

Book II

Carcosa follows the team – JD, Murphy, Doug and Kate – as they pursue Countess Elizabeth Bathory across the face of a sinister desert planet filled with untold dangers.  O4S Director Clayton Grabowski and the Oracle find themselves mired in the political intrigues of the Order’s leadership, while back on Earth, Bill forges an uneasy alliance with a government agent.  As they race to recover the Staff of Solomon, they uncover truths they had never expected about their enemies—and themselves.

 

Book III

Where Flap the Tatters of the King sees the surviving members of the Order – Kate, JD, Murphy, Bill, Clayton and Alyssa – reunited in a world known as Corbenic.  With the Corbenese king held hostage by Starry Wisdom, the land has been plunged into endless winter.  At all costs, the Order must liberate Corbenic and restore the king.  As the team sets out, they find themselves once again braving the elements, on their way to Corbenic’s capital city.  There, they will be plunged into a dark and seductive world, a world of alchemists and geomancers, nobles and courtesans.  Unrest has spread throughout the empire, stirring talk of rebellion.  And beneath all the gilt and glamor, evil sleeps.

 

Book IV

Going Forth By Day –the fourth and final book of the series is due tentatively in 2015.  Be sure to check out the authors’ blogs for news and sneak peeks.

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Wow what a fabulous and insightful blog post and I really appreciate your generosity in sharing this with us. I certainly hope it will inspire and encourage you all to look out for these! I know I will be!

Thanks for being in the spotlight and we hope to have you back at some point with more! 

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The Day the World Stopped #JFK51

Tomorrow marks the 51st anniversary of that fateful day in Dallas when John F Kennedy was assassinated. Today, the Friday, is the actual day of the week, 12.30pm.

 

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With the Zapruder tapes, it remains one of, if not THE, most watched and most studied murders captured on film. The very public nature of it and the conjecture that came from it, puts it up there as one of the most iconic moments in history and it sits in the top ten list of conspiracy theories; being labelled THE quintessential conspiracy theory.

Why it captured my imagination the way it did and hence became integral to my novel, I don’t know. It hit me one day what other news stories are overshadowed when something as big as this impacts on our lives. That concept inspired our On This Day short story collection at Bridge House and some later works of mine. And of course is the premise of While No One Was Watching; Eleanor Boone goes missing from the grassy knoll at that exact moment.

I know I have talked about it here before, about the role of fact in fiction, but it continues to fascinate me and I am itching to recapture that sense of time and place, as I did for Lydia and the American civil rights movement when I revisit Colourblind. This was one of my training novels and one I really want to dive back into. I know it has something.

It’s a year on since we marked the 50th anniversary with my big launch event on Canvey, a day I remember so well and so fondly, having already celebrated its release and started to get some great reaction to it with my lovely friends in North Wales as well. And it marked the start of Lydia coming into her own when I started to give readings in her voice.

And a year on, some 60 reviews later (virtually all 5 star or 4 star) and reasonable  sales (not anywhere near the figures reached with the big presses but respectable never the less) I am still plugging away. And I still hold the dream alive that one day While No One Was Watching makes it onto the BIG screen. Keep dreaming they say and I always will. Come on!

I will mark tomorrow in WHSmith in Southend-on-Sea signing books with my stars and stripes bunting and tablecloth and I might even have some candy to share! Please come and see me if you live local and consider a signed novel (£8.99 so less than a tenner!) for a Christmas present! My mission is to outdo my afternoon in Liverpool and again SELL all my books but we have more! Come on Southend –prove you can do it! Help the local lass!

And of course if you can’t make it, I have signed copies for £12 on my website if you are in the UK! It would cost more if shipping elsewhere! http://www.debzhobbs-wyatt.co.uk/Pages/BuySignedCopies.aspx

The book is on Amazon too as you know! So please add it to your lists. And what a pertinent weekend to buy it, right?

Amazon.co.uk: LINK

Amazon.com: LINK

My Goodreads Giveaway finishes Sunday so if you haven’t had a go yet — please do! LINK

I was also in the local paper yesterday so as soon as I have a copy I will also post that here!

Have a lovely weekend.

I will leave you with my book trailer again for those who haven’t seen it, or want to see it again and my poster.

 

Have a peaceful one.

Signing again!

Signing again!

RIP JFK

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