Last week I was lucky enough to attend the launch party of local author Lynda Stacey's debut novel, House of Secrets. It was a lovely night (with an incredible book-cover cake - I definitely want one of those one day!) and a few days later I had time, while travelling, to start reading House of Secrets. Naturally, once I'd started, I raced through the book in no time, but it's taken me a bit longer to get around to working out how to explain its charm. Here's my attempt...
I love Choc Lit books, and House of Secrets is a great example of what Choc Lit do best: love stories with an added dimension.
At one level, House of Secrets is a classic love triangle: Maddie is fleeing Liam, whose love for her has tipped over into a frightening obsession, when she meets Christopher Lawless, nicknamed Bandit. Maddie is a clever, capable woman whose confidence has temporarily been damaged by an abusive relationship - a famili…
It's a great pleasure to welcome to my blog today my multi-talented friend: author, actor and director Angela Wren. Hi Angela! When and how did you
first become interested in writing? I think it was story
telling that first captured my attention as a very young child. Apparently, from being only a few months old,
I was mesmerised by voices, and I suppose I still am, as I have an uncanny
ability to recognise voices in an instant.
When I was a little older I would listen to my Dad and my uncles telling
me stories, for hours if I could, and all three of them were excellent
narrators. So bedtime stories were a
must at home and later, when I was deemed too old to have them, I made up
stories for myself. Writing them down
became the next logical step and I’ve been doing that since I was about 8 or 9.
Where did the idea for Messandrierre come
The very first idea came whilst I was
travelling in the Cévennes in September 2007.
Overnight the weather changed dramatically and the nex…
Chuck Wendig's challenge this week was to write a piece of flash fiction inspired by a photo, and the picture I've used is this: https://www.flickr.com/photos/glenespn/24203718666/
I slightly overshot the word count, but since I don't have time to edit it down, here's my 1200 word flash fiction, The Sounds of Marina Bay
Marina Bay wasn't pretty, but it was lively. Jon liked to walk there, especially in the
afternoon, when the kids were out of school and groups of them huddled on the
steps, drinking, or chased down the sidewalks on skateboards and motor
scooters. Sometimes you had to be quick
to dodge the teens on their quirky, not quite legal, vehicles; even the hulking
great picnic tables on wheels seemed to have a knack of appearing silently out
This particular Thursday afternoon, Jon had ducked out of
his PhD research, promising himself he'd make it up later, because hell, you
could research when it was dark, but walking the streets in the dar…