Hello everyone. Hope you are all doing fine, and that 2015 will be good to you.
Just a thought, but it seems to me that if you are a virtually unknown writer, as I am, then probably you should just keep your thoughts to yourself, otherwise it might prompt some people to think, Who cares about what you've got to say, anyway? Conversely, there may be others who would quite like to know what virtually unknown writers like me are up to these days, so on that basis, I will say my piece, because I wouldn't want to come across as unwilling. Or without a mouth. Not that I have anything controversial to say. I don't. And being controversial for the sake of it is just a load of rubbish, anyway. We have enough trouble going on in the world, I think, without adding to it. That's partly one of the reasons why I write, and why I read. I love to turn away from the TV, the newspapers, the radio, and fall into worlds that either I have created, or other writers have created. In its basic form it's simply escapism, but also, due to what we as writers choose to write about, or what we as readers choose to read about, it is also a form of living our own reality, in spite of what goes on around us. That, of course, does not mean that I choose to ignore what is happening in the world ( as I'm sure you don't ). I am part of humanity. How can I ignore what's happening? But all the same, there are enough people turning the world over, and upside-down, and inside-out, and I don't want to be one of them. While I'm here, all I want is to be a decent-enough old git who loves his family and writes some stories along the way. And if there are but a few people who enjoy reading them, then I am happy with that. Because being able to write, be it badly or well, for better or worse, is a thing I love with all of my heart. Truly.
So, I have a new release, Bad Return, which should be out in the next couple of weeks. It's a story that has kept me productive during these long winter nights, along with working on the edits of my new novel, Sad's Place. I tend to work in a way that is rather all "over the show", in that I write the first few chapters of a story, and then leave it alone for a while, sometimes for years. Dawn's Chains is a story that's been around for a couple of years now, and there she is, still suspended on her chains, waiting for me to free her…or maybe not. Dawn's Chains was meant to be the 3rd novel about Women in Peril, to follow on from Marsha's Bag and As The Flies Crow, but the truth is, I can't imagine Dawn fitting in with the likes of Marsha Dunbar or Sonia Rowntree. Those two are somewhat similar: imaginative, but a bit scatty, self-doubting, and undervalued ( by some, anyway ), but Dawn? Nope. Dawn is another kettle of fish altogether. So, if I finish Dawn's Chains, then, for reasons which are mine alone, I would not make it another Women in Peril story. But there will be a 3rd. And there will be another Marsha Dunbar story, I'm sure.
Then there's a novel called Batten 20, which is about a road ( Batten 20, so no guesses there ) and the relationship between a father and son. I'm not sure about the title, but I love the story, and I'm sure that I will finish it, if only for the fact it has an opening line that is both horrific and rather lovely, I think. There's also a novel about World War 1, another about a guy in a wheelchair, and then there's a novel called Feathers, which I will write, one way or another, because the idea has been with me for over ten years, and I won't let it go. Can't let it go.
Also, there's Africar, which is a free short story ( currently available ) of around 15,000 words, which, I suspect, will slowly grow over time to become a bigger story. Suspect? Yes, that's sketchy, I know, but all the same, even though it's a short story with an end, the end also serves as a beginning. It depends on what I want to do with it, really. About all I can say is that there is a part two, and if I write it, it will be called Africar: Armour. But I don't want to call it part two, in case there's no part three, even though I have ideas for a part three, and so on. In fact, strange as it is, I even know the end for Africar, the "bigger story", but it's really about fitting it into my schedule. The hazy idea is that someday all of these Africar short stories will become a novel.
So...moving on to Bad Return. The outline is below:
Hawk Morgan owns a watch that his grandson, Joey, finds and falls in love with. Given the watch's disturbing history, Hawk feels compelled to tell Joey about how, many years ago, he accidentally killed a woman, and how Joey's grandmother came back from the dead. Only for a moment, but it was the strangest and most terrifying moment in Hawk's life. Around 20,000 words, Bad Return is a story of love, regret, and of one old man's battle with depression. And there's the watch, of course. A watch that can bring back the dead.
included with Bad Return is another story, an allegory, really, called The Writer's Field. It's about…yes, writers, would you believe? Well, that's it. Thank you for spending a moment with me. If you're a writer, then I hope you are writing some good stuff. If you're a reader, then I hope you are reading some good stuff. And if you are both, then, like me, you have the best of both worlds. Or the worst...
Take care of yourselves, and may your dog go with you. Your God, as well, if you have one.