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**The Seer**
John Black is not your average teenager. Having just experienced his 16th birthday, his world is turned upside down when he realizes that our universe is actually made up of two independent realities and that he is the prophesied savior of both of them. As the new leader in the battle of good and evil, he must discover in himself the strength and friendships required to ensure that the world as he knows it continues to exist.

Friday, 30 November 2012

Snippet of the new book

Well I'm into the third chapter now for the second book - The Wiccan Wife. I thought I would give you a snippet of it so you can see what it's about. It's very different from The Seer but I hope you will enjoy it. Would love to hear your thoughts!

Chapter One - The Book

Sarah sat sipping at her coffee. The webpage was open and she stared at it willing it to give her the answers. Google search  - the secret to happiness. Hmm, lots of references to books and anti-depressants flashed up on her screen  No, that was not the solution she was looking for. She narrowed it to happiness and everything from cyanide and happiness to the pursuit of happiness appeared on her drop-box  Cyanide and happiness? What on earth? She clicked on the pursuit of happiness but it ended up just being about the film.
She nibbled on her bottom lip and glanced nervously around the office. Sarah was a middle aged thirty something mother of three. She had long since given up on the idea of identifying the exact nature of her age right about the same time she stopped trying to please men. Both became a redundant feature in her life when she got married and had kids. Now she wore navy pants to a part time secretarial job she hated in an office full of other women who she was pretty sure despised her. Why? Because that's what you did when you got older she told herself. You got sensible clothes and a boring job and it was OK that you felt old and fat because you probably were.
She was supposed to be working on a letter her boss had dictated to her early that morning but she had got bored and he had gone golfing. And somehow she had found herself wondering for just a second, just a nano-second, if there was something better out there. She looked up and saw Lynley come back into the room. Beautiful, gorgeous,long legged, blonde haired just turned twenty and she knew it Lynley. Inwardly sighing she remembered the days when she wore skirts so short that she had to be careful sitting down. It was then that she accidentally clicked on a sponsored link. 
Suddenly the office filled with the sound of Celtic music. Horrified Sarah glanced back at her screen. The link she had clicked had taken her to a spirituality website selling tarot card readings and spiritual guidance. Frantically she clicked at everything she could in an effort to try and close the page. 
"Ohhh" said Lynley her eyes narrowing with the scent of juicy office gossip "What are yoouuu doing?"
"Nothing!" gasped Sarah "Just doing some typing!"
"Oh I don't think so..." said Lynley sliding over to her desk like a snake "Let me see that"
Sarah tried to protect her screen but it was too late. Lynley was looking over her shoulder and the look of smug amusement was almost more than Sarah could bare. 
"So" she said "I never would have taken you for one of the witchy poo ones. Mind you" and she eyed Sarah slyly from the side 
"They say the quiet ones are often the ones who are into the freaky stuff. I had a boyfriend once who told me that he had a girlfriend from accounting who was on the outside the quietest, most seemingly boring person ever, but he got her home and bang! She turned into some feral, screaming mass of like..freaky shit. In the end she got so weird on him he had to leave her" She eyeballed Sarah carefully again and smiled 
"Yeah I could see that in you"
Sarah could feel the heat rising in her face. She had never imagined that Lynley would think such a thing about her.
She finally managed to find the tiny red cross button in the corner and shut down the page.
"Well I am not like that" replied Sarah haughtily "I clicked on it by accident"
"Sure you did" winked Lynley "Oh don't worry I won't tell. Anyway, I went to see the latest Starlight movie the other night. You know, the one with the coven of witches that kills vampires in it? Anyway, it totally rocked. I would just love to try out some of that stuff myself." 
She inspected her nails and sat down on the edge of Sarah's desk her long golden legs wrapping underneath
"Look Lynley" said Sarah slowly "You might have got the wrong impression of me. I am not into anything like that. I don't even go to those type of movies...I mean I could if I wanted to, its just that well.." 
She looked at the pretty young girl nervously not sure exactly how to explain her predicament. How was she going to explain that she was not cool and young anymore? 
"Oh yeah" she snorted "Thats right. Richard. Never mind"
She got up as if suddenly disgusted that she was even conversing with such an old lady as Sarah and swaggered back to her own desk. Once there she sat down and promptly proceeded to pull out a nail file and began furiously filing at the red lacquered lengths, removing the chance for any further conversation. Sarah sat glumly at her desk staring at the bright blue background screen of her computer. 
Richard was Sarah's husband. He was known around her office as "the boring git". Sometimes if they were particularly drunk at the work functions they called him  "Painter" because they said talking to him was like watching paint dry. He was an accountant, which in everybody's viewpoint was an automatic fail anyway. Since he didn't have anything in common with any of them he therefore used to try and talk to them about politics or economics. It was always a disaster. Sarah can still remember with vivid detail the Christmas party three years ago when Lynley had first started working at the office and Richard tried to explain to her the economics behind purchasing her Prada handbag from Harrods, and how she could get a perfectly good knock-off version of it for half the price off the web and nobody would know the difference. The look of shock and horror that manifested on her face at the mere concept that someone would even contemplate such a thing was almost priceless. Right up until the point when he also suggested that she was also fluttering away perfectly good money on what could become a solid portfolio or investment in a worthwhile economic dividend such as property. Sarah didn't realize that people could actually turn purple until that day. 
She sighed inwardly. 
But Richard hadn't always been the tight fisted, boring old git that the office girls had him ear marked as. The Richard she had met and fallen in love with was a very different fellow indeed. 
They had met at college. Richard was originally an Philosophy student. He was rebelling against his parents wishes for him to be an accountant ironically. She was studying psychology and took a philosophy paper just as an extra credit towards her degree. Initially she didn't really think that much of him if she was honest with herself. He was pretty confident and outspoken in his opinions of the world. He followed closely the theories of Nietzsche and Marx and argued both sides vigorously  But they ended up being in a study group together which meant a lot of coffee and verbal fights each week, and eventually this led to drinks on a Thursday evening. Thursday were cheap night at the student bar and because they were always broke it was the only night they could afford to go. Then one night he stopped fighting with her. The rest as they say is history. He ended up changing his major the following year to accounting and they got married on a shoestring. When they found out that she was pregnant with their first child, she dropped out just before graduation to focus on their new little family. She regretted not finishing but she told herself she could always go back and do it, but she never had. Richard on the other hand went on to get a great job at a top accounting firm and was very proud of his new life he had built. He worked very hard in the first few years often doing hours of overtime and coming home very late just so they could save enough money to get themselves into their first home. During that time out popped child number two and a couple years more slog before number three arrived. Sarah helped out doing part-time work along the way in between but she never did get that chance to finish off her degree. There just never seemed to be the right time to do it. And as time went by things just seemed to get into a routine for them. Richard was working his way up the ladder at his office, getting promotions and doing the hours to get noticed. Sarah was just doing what she needed to do and spending the rest of her time with the kids and the housework. And the days slipped into months, which slipped into years. And before they knew it there they were. The boring old git and the sensible mother of three.
She opened up the work she had been working on before she got distracted and got stuck back into it again. But she found her thoughts constantly drifting back to Lynleys comments about the website. The afternoon dragged by and before long it was time to go and pick up the kids from school. She tidied away the last of her work and got up from her desk. Lynley barely noticed her leave as she skulked past her desk and down the lift towards the car park. She was riding in her car listening to the radio on the motorway part of her trip home but her thoughts were a mile away. 
"And now folks its time for you to ring in and make your phone requests. Hello caller? Whats your name?" blared the radio through Sarah's car
"Oh hi!" chirped the young lady through the radio "Is this the phone requests for Radio Ten?"
"It sure is love. Whats your name?" said the DJ
"My names Lynley and I'm ringing from work" said the friendly happy voice
Sarah felt the blood drain slightly from her face. Surely not, she thought. There must be a million Lynley's in the region.
"Can I make a dedication to someone?" she chirped
"Absolutely my love" grooved the DJ "What do you want and who's the lucky man?"
"Oh no!" gushed Lynley "This is something for one of the ladies who works with me. Can you please play The Witch by The Cult for Sarah?"
There was a moments pause by the Dj as he absorbed this information. 
"Wow, umm ok. Let me see if we have this in our list" he said quickly "Ok, yeah it looks like I can. So any reason for this?"
"Oh.. not really. She's just a big fan" said Lynley slyly
"Right" said the DJ clearly not believing her "Well everybody. Here's something a little different for you all this afternoon. It's The Witch by the Cult especially for Sarah. Sarah, if your listening I hope you enjoy this one!" 
The beat kicked in right about the same time Sarah's heart started pumping again. Her hands had clenched so hard around the steering wheel that her knuckles were bright white and she could feel herself physically shaking slightly. Every part of her body screamed indignation against Lynley. How could she do such a public thing? The worst part was she knew that the girls back in the office would now be sitting in the coffee room in fits of laughter at her expense. She didn't know how on earth she was ever going to face them again. The rising sense of anger and shame brought a flush of crimson to her cheeks and she planted her foot a little harder on the accelerator in response. 
What brought her back to reality was the bright flashing lights in her rear view mirror. This had to be possibly the worst day in the history of bad days. As she put on the indicator and pulled her little sensible navy blue Austin Mini to the curb she waited patiently for the policeman to attend to her the sinking feeling in her stomach now having risen firmly to her mouth.
A tall middle aged and rather good looking man with ash blond hair cutting a fine figure in his uniform rapped on her window and she rolled it down. Damn, she thought, why did he have to be a good looking one? Why couldn't she just get the old fat ugly one? Instead she found herself staring into luscious green eyes.
"Good afternoon Ma'am" he said calmly
She felt her heart flutter slightly. Damn it, she thought. Control yourself your supposed to be remorseful.
"Any reason why you were going so fast? You were doing 76 miles an hour in a 70 mile zone" he smiled
"I'm so sorry officer" she said quickly "I didn't even realize I was speeding. I never speed! I mean like never. I really have had the worst day ...ever. I am really, really sorry. I..." 
But then she ran out of words and out of excuses. 
He looked at her with a lopsided grin
"So you don't have any reason then?" he said 
"Well, I...ummm..." she stammered "No"
"Thats fine. I will just go and check your details. Could you please give me your license and insurance information please?" he said
Sarah numbly leaned over and retrieved her license from her handbag and the insurance from the glove-box and handed them to him out the window
"Thank you. Now just wait there in the car please Ma'am" he said calmly
As he left she couldn't help herself, and she watched his bottom as it gently swaggered away from her in the reversing mirror. Oh dear, she thought, I am going straight to hell for that one. But it was so nice and firm, and looked so good in those slightly tight police pants. She began to wonder if he was married, not that it mattered, but just for interests sake and everything. 
The diversion of her thoughts kept her so busy she barely noticed he had suddenly reappeared at the window
"Here you go ..Sarah" he said smoothly handing her back her license and information through the window. It gave her a little fright and she startled.
"Now you will be getting a ticket I'm afraid.  Keep an eye on your speed next time ok?" he said
"Oh ok" she gushed blushing slightly and hoping he hadn't noticed her staring at him before
"Now have a nice day" he grinned. As he was about to leave he gave her an audacious wink and then headed back to his car. She felt the blush sweep over her whole face, and she was almost sure that he was exaggerating his walk for her. Damn it, she was staring at his arse again.
Turning the key and trying to get away a little too fast she managed to stall the car and had to restart it, before taking a deep breath and finally getting back onto the motorway. She had certainly had a day of interesting incidents she thought.

Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Finding time to write

So since my friends and family have found out that I have been writing several have asked "How do you fit in time to do it?" My standard answer has become "In between the kids bedtime and the 8.30 movie...". I cannot resist a good evening movie. That, and its the truth. I don't get a lot of time usually to sit for hours plonking at the keyboard writing down my characters every thought, my every plot wish or every theme. I wish that I did! But what I do find is that when I do sit down to write I find that I am determined to get everything out. Its very cathartic really. 

But I strongly believe that there is a writer in all of us if we set our minds to it. Just a couple hundred words a  day even would get you there eventually. Think of it as the reverse of giving up smoking. Instead of taking one less a day, you could write one more a day instead! Even better - you don't have to buy patches. Just think of the money you could save.

So next time your sitting there watching TV after 7pm remember this. That book  you were meaning to write since you were seven doesn't write itself. Just a couple words a day my friend, just a couple words a day. 

Friday, 16 November 2012


Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah...
Yes, The Seer is finally finished. Well by finished I mean I have got to the end of the story and stopped writing. What I don't mean is that its a polished and complete work of piece of art. I still have to edit it, re-edit it and then probably re-edit it again.
But.... I finished it *dances around the room*
So forgive me my excitement but given that its the first please allow me this moment of bucket list triumph.

Of course in typical fashion I started writing the next one straight away. You can't just stop writing now can you?

So... Here's the outline for my next book (and I hope your all ready to read something utterly different once you've all read The Seer)

 - The Wiccan Wife -
Sarah is a married mother of three stuck in a middle aged crisis - boredom. But an accidental google search at work led her down the path of trying to discover her inner Wiccan. What followed was a mix of misunderstandings and hilarity as she tried to work out the true magic in her life, love and family.

Monday, 12 November 2012

A Monty Python moment....

I was reading in the paper the other day about a Judge who slammed an attempt to prosecute an overseas fisherman who had died pre-trial . He was quoted as saying
"It reminds me of Monty Python and his dead parrot," he said when the ministry said it wanted the case to proceed. "I would have thought that the death of the accused is pretty fundamental."

It is a rarity it in our daily lives that we get to truly speak our minds like this jovial Judge, but the vision of the dead parrot sketch got me laughing and reminded me a little of why I started writing. 

It would be a very boring world indeed without those that could speak their mind. Without the writers who put ink to paper (or now days finger to keyboard!) and wrote down what secretly everyone was really thinking.  

Freedom of speech. 

It reminds me of how lucky I am to live in such a place that we have mockingbirds for judges and somewhere were I can write whatever takes my fancy without fear of repercussion. My stories are all fictional, but I do not have to write in secret.  And as I watch the current world dynamics change, with elections and leaders ebb and flow I am glad to be where I am. And hopefully, my own mockingbirds will call out their own tune. Mine will just a paper version.