The other side of the story

The other side of the story

It’s not been a Writing Week per se, but I have been writing this week, and progress has been made to Mr Tumnal 2: The Imaginary Wife. Hero of the first book, Louis Tumnal is yet to make an appearance, but I can feel his time nearing as his former-imaginary friend pieces together the story of her life.

11293 / 80000 words. 14% done!

I’m really enjoying telling the other side of the story, and getting my Lewis-fix through flashbacks to their happy, if unconventional, childhood together.

Compulsive but disturbing

Compulsive but disturbing

12510082Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins

The Hunger Games books are definitley compulsive, if deeply, deeply disturbing reading. I must be virtually alone in only having seen the first movie, and so I have been able to read this as book only.

Whereas the first book could be read as a standalone story, this is definitely a sequel – I’m really not sure if you could read Catching Fire if you hadn’t first read book one? It is also very much the middle book of a trilogy and suffers like most middle books of a trilogy do (I myself am currently writing the middle book in a trilogy so we shall see if I too fall into this trap!). Without giving too much away, whilst the book does begin a few months after the end of the previous, you get the feeling on the last page that the next book is going to be kicking off literally from the very next page.

There’s a clever plot-twist to have Katniss going back into the arena for the 75th Hunger Games (or the second Quarter Quell as they refer to it), and a central conceit that sees Katniss and Haymitch agreeing that this time it must be Peeta, and Peeta alone, who is victorious this time around. This is the one part of the book that I find least convincing with no real explanation as to why Peeta *must* survive. I find Peeta’s whole character and annoying wet! Some people I have read have been wanting Katniss and Peeta to get together but I just don’t see it.

Once again, Suzanne Collins does succeed in doing the impossible: of making a story where you are asked to side for and root for a character who must ultimately kill 23 other people into a very readable, well-written, and easy/page-turnery read.

Help me help people living with autism

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I am lucky. Not everyone can say those three little words. Like most people I might not have the most money – like most I have to budget and think carefully before splashing the cash, but I do own my own home, I have a gorgeous garden, a small menagerie of pets (okay, I would have more disposable money without the latter but would I be as happy?), and I have a wonderful wife to share all of the above.

It has not been easy for me to get to this position though. I struggled to make friends – do anything, share anything, anytime friends – at school. I went to university twice because I failed to read the questions at job interviews correctly and struggled to land myself a “proper” job. I lived alone for years, not unhappily fortunately because I like my own company, but always wanting something more, like other people have.

That’s why I want to help people who aren’t and haven’t been as fortunate as me. As Spock says in Star Trek, “the good of the many outweighs the good of the one”. But what can I do? I’m of a quiet personality. That’s probably another effect of the Aspergers that is part of me. I’m not sure if I’m made for the big fundraising campaign. But even so I want to help people get the help I need.

I got help, thanks to a cousin who recognised how I might be different, and after a stray word to a manager at work I got a course of intensive coaching into living with and understanding myself better. This lead to a better job and the confidence to find the girl who would become my wife.

The National Autistic Society is “the leading charity” in the UK for people with autism (including Aspergers syndrome) and their families. They provide information, support and pioneering services and campaign for a better world for people with autism.

My novel Mr Tumnal is about a man who undeniably has Aspergers. Not that it’s a story about Aspergers. It’s also not an autobiography, but there is an awful lot of Me in the book. It seems somehow fitting to me to use my book to help raise money to help people like me who haven’t had the help that I have benefitted from, people who have not been as lucky as me.

That is why from now until the end of September I am pledging to give 50% of the profits (and at least £1) from the sale of my book (eBook or paperback – whichever takes your fancy) anywhere in the world to help the National Autistic Society.

97p in every £1 goes directly to helping people affected by autism.

By the end of September I like to have raised £60 because:

  • £5 a month pays for 5 anxious parents to get advice from our Autism Helpline.
  • £10 a month helps pay for a befriender to meet regularly with someone with autism.
  • £20 a month helps us to give practical support to someone with autism who is looking for work.

Help me to help them, and get to read a book too that has been a very special part of Me for the best part of a decade.

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Book_Cover_final_Front_thumbnailEveryone has an idea of their ideal family. Not everyone’s become real.

Lewis Tumnal is a man with the life he always dreamed of: a job he loves, a wife who loves him and the smartest, sassiest daughter he could wish for. It’s also the imaginary life of Louis Tumnal, an English teacher and lonely bachelor.

When he joins a photography class he meets Kathryn Summers and the real and the imaginary become entwined, Louis and Kathryn need each other to free him from his childlike and innocent world and the magic that has bound him for twenty-two years. But at what cost?

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50% Profit share to National Autistic Soiety is for all copies sold between 15 August to 31 September 2015 in either paperback or ebook formats anywhere in the world.
Neither book, Mr Tumnal, nor T E Shepherd are affiliated in any way or endorsed by National Autistic Society.

Dark and psychological

24899255May Queen Killers by Lorna Dounaeva

With May Day celebrations and small village life, you might think that this was going to be a Midsummer Murders-esque cozy mystery, but a cozy mystery this is not. The village in question is on the Welsh borders, and May Queen Killers is dark and psychological, reminisicent of BBC4’s Hinterland.

Crime writer, Jock, is our hero, not that he is without suspicion as the police try to find the killer of Saphire Butterworth, this year’s May Queen. It’s been five years since the last killing and the killer has since died in police custardy, but could they have got the wrong man? Or is this a copycat killing…?

This is a tight, fast-faced thiller, that moves between official police investigations, to the friend’s desperate hunt, to a disturbing narrative that actually places you in the head of a serial killer.

Mr Tumnal, Aspergers, and Me

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Aspergers syndrome is a condition on the autistic spectrum. People with Aspergers (or aspies) can find it harder to read the signals that most of us take for granted. This means they find it more difficult to communicate and interact with others which can lead to high levels of anxiety and confusion.

Mr Tumnal is a story about people, and acceptance, and of how different people can be. Louis Tumnal is ‘different’. Much like myself, he doesn’t always ‘get’ social situations and he can’t always read those cues that NTs (Neuro-typicals) take for granted. It’s never an issue that’s raised in the story, but Louis does almost certainly have, like many adults, never formally diagnosed Aspergers. But he lives with it nonetheless and it makes him who he is.

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Some people with Aspergers go to university, hold down jobs, and live perfectly normal lives, but for others they need a lot more help and support. That’s what makes it so difficult to recognise if someone has the condition or not. As a writer there’s actually probably more of Me in Kathryn but the aspie in Louis is Me.

It’s because of who I am, and of who the hero of my novel is, that I want to help. Also, I’m one of the lucky ones. I have a job, a house, a whole menagerie of furry and feathered friends, and a wife.

 Help me raise £50 for the National Autistic Society

  • £5 a month pays for 5 anxious parents to get advice from our Autism Helpline.
  • £10 a month helps pay for a befriender to meet regularly with someone with autism.
  • £20 a month helps us to give practical support to someone with autism who is looking for work.

The story of Mr Tumnal – the man who married his imaginary friend celebrated it’s ninth anniversary last Sunday, and so from today, Saturday 15 August until the end of September I am pledging to donate 50% of all the profits from print and ebook sales of the book to the National Autistic Society. I would like to raise at least £50, are you up for helping me? And helping all those other people who you know, or don’t know, who find dealing with the ordinary difficult?

And you get a cracking good read out of the deal too!

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Book_Cover_final_Front_thumbnailEveryone has an idea of their ideal family. Not everyone’s become real.

Lewis Tumnal is a man with the life he always dreamed of: a job he loves, a wife who loves him and the smartest, sassiest daughter he could wish for. It’s also the imaginary life of Louis Tumnal, an English teacher and lonely bachelor.

When he joins a photography class he meets Kathryn Summers and the real and the imaginary become entwined, Louis and Kathryn need each other to free him from his childlike and innocent world and the magic that has bound him for twenty-two years. But at what cost?

BUY BOOK

50% Profit share to National Autistic Soiety is for all copies sold between 15 August to 31 September 2015 in either paperback or ebook formats anywhere in the world.
Neither book, Mr Tumnal, nor T E Shepherd are affiliated in any way or endorsed by National Autistic Society.

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Stories begin when you are least expecting them

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If, nine years ago, you had told me that my second published book would be about a man who marries his imaginary friend then I think I would have laughed. If you had gone on to say that the idea for this story would have come from a misunderstanding in the car on the way to just another day at the office, then I would have teased you mercilessly. But that, in short is the story of how my Mr Tumnal came about.

A little after 7.30am on Wednesday 9 August 2006 I had just collected my friend Caroline for the car-share to work. It was one of those beautiful summer mornings but with a slight crispness to the air. Some of the leaves had just started turning and the hedgerows were beginning to fill with berries.

I can still remember starting off a conversation and being (understandably, I think…) confused when Caroline replied by asking who Mr Tumnal was! And I was really confused because all I’d said was, ‘It’s a bit autumnal today’. But that little misunderstanding got us both wondering – about whom exactly Mr Tumnal really was. Certain facts came immediately: he was an English teacher, he loved photography, he wore corduroys and a jacket with patches on the elbows, he was old before his time… and a bit of a loner.

It being the summer holidays, we were spared the traffic chaos of the school run, and the commute took exactly 45 minutes and we had the character fleshed out. Another 45 minutes on the return journey and we had the beginnings of what his story was. I obsessed over the character for two days, and after a visit to the fish’n’chips shop on Friday came up with some early first pages – scenes that never even made the first draft of the book, but did see the appearance of his daughter’s friend Caz.

At the time I remember thinking that there might not be a full novel in his story, but certainly a novella. But I was busy writing the final chapters of Blood & Fire (the book that became The End Of All Worlds and my first novel) and so Mr Tumnal went to rest in my notebook for three years until I started writing it on my honeymoon in Scotland.

Even when I finished writing that second novel in the summer of 2013 (in a thunderstorm in the garden if I remember rightly…) Mr Tumnal’s story was only ever going to be a standalone adventure. It’s only in the last few months that the characters of the book have demanded I write two more stories based in his world. I never thought that would happen nine years ago today!

Here’s to mishearings and car shares! Cheers, Louis Tumnal!

If you had heard me correctly then we may never have spent the next 45 minute commute discovering who Mr Tumnal was… And then, a further 45 minutes in the afternoon working out what his story is. Thank you.

READ MR TUMNAL FOR FREE FOR ONE DAY ONLY

To celebrate Mr Tumnal’s 9th anniversary, you can download and read the eBook for free for one day only today, Sunday 9 August 2015!

Book_Cover_final_Front_thumbnailEveryone has an idea of their ideal family. Not everyone’s become real.

Lewis Tumnal is a man with the life he always dreamed of: a job he loves, a wife who loves him and the smartest, sassiest daughter he could wish for. It’s also the imaginary life of Louis Tumnal, an English teacher and lonely bachelor.

When he joins a photography class he meets Kathryn Summers and the real and the imaginary become entwined, Louis and Kathryn need each other to free him from his childlike and innocent world and the magic that has bound him for twenty-two years. But at what cost?

READ MR TUMNAL FOR FREE FOR ONE DAY ONLY

Walking the line between outrageously funny and deeply tragic

Walking the line between outrageously funny and deeply tragic

581539 A Spot of Bother by Mark Haddon

I almost only gave this book four stars down to the physical and audible queaziness that I felt whilst reading four pages exactly halfway through this book (I say reading, but it was more the reading equivalent of how you watch gruesome films through the gaps between fingers and blurred vision of squinting). Truth is that that scene, which you will recognise as soon as you get it is both brilliantly handled and absolutely necessary to the story.

Once again Mark Haddon has produced a book which brilliantly captures human nature, with virtually every character both likeable and detestable at different times. There is no single bad guy just as there is not one hero you root for. Actually for a story that starts with the admission that daughter Katie is about to marry boyfriend Ray – a man with “strangler’s hands” – it is probably Ray who is as normal and nice as any of them!

Like all of Mark Haddon’s books, this novel succeeds at both being hilariously funny, and absolutely thought-provoking and serious.

Getting back to what matters

Getting back to what matters

When you have been neglecting your work in progress, one of the good things about writing draft one in longhand and being a bit late in the typing of it up, is that getting up to date with the typed version is an excellent of reminding yourself where I was and what was happening. It’s amazing how much comes back!!

8973 / 80000 words. 11% done!

A dark and mysterious thriller

A dark and mysterious thriller

23592175The Lie Tree by Frances Hardinge

This is a book about secrets and lies, and the truths they both can conceal. Set in Victorian England, on a remote island, this is a dark mystery that concerns science, academic research, and the quest of a daughter to find out who killed her father.

The setting is brilliantly captured, with the island location providing a remoteness and isolation from mainland life and governance. There are also wonderful scenes of scientific and anthropological research described in a way that makes you feel like you are living in Oxford’s Pitt Rivers museum.This is a thriller, pitted with danger and intrigue that will keep you guessing to the very last pages. The last pages being when you finally learn that it is no accident that Faith is a girl intent on discovering the truth – a beautiful mirror image to the secret of what happened to her father.

I’ve been a fan of Frances Hardinge’s work since I first read the disturbing and utterly captivating Cuckoo Song and this again is another brilliant story, told in a uniquely intriguing way.

A story of damplings and landlubbers

A story of damplings and landlubbers

23346642The Gracekeepers by Kirsty Logan

This is a book of big, powerful themes told through lilting, poetic language, but at its heart its a family struggle of thwarted ambition and family heritage. The story is set in a world that, if not our world, is one that could be ours. We never find out what made the world as it is in this story, how it is? But clearly the world was once very different. It’s a world that that could be the result of a dramatic environmental and climate change in the world, one which has seen the oceans rise and archipelagos formed.

In fact there is so much ocean and so little land, that there are now two kinds of people, the Landlubbers and the Damplings, and when people die there is no room for burials, so the dead are taken to the Gracelands – areas of the sea close to the equator maintained by the Gracekeepers – solitary people who look after the burials.

This is the story of the tie between the gracekeeper Callanish, and the dampling North, and it is a hauntingly beautiful book.

The opposite of a pageturner

The opposite of a pageturner

coverJonathan Strange and Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke

I like this book, but it is not a page turner. It reads like a Dickensian, Victorian drama, but Dickens it is not. I feel bad for not loving this book from the outset because so many people I know and who’s opinions I trust have loved this book, but conversely I also know people who have struggled. It’s been on my radar to read for several years but it is a big book – a very big book – and now never seemed the right time. I remember seeing a photo that a friend posted of who she made the book more manageable by doing the unthinkable to a book and slitting the spine in half and making it two volumes for the bus!

My catalyst for reading it now, was the major BBC TV adaptation of it this year, and for this reason I am glad that I’ve read it, but it is a book that is hardwork, and a very long slog. I mentioned how it reads like a Dickensian drama: possibly of the worst kind. A Dickensian drama it is not, and I think it is overlong. The story could have been tighter, and shorter, whilst being no less epic.

Also, I found myself wondering who I should be caring for? Jonathan Strange? Or Mr Norrell? Neither are particularly likeable. I think I might have been tempted to side more with The Gentleman, or The Raven King himself.

Suffolk Stories

Suffolk Stories

We had a bit of a quieter day today, heading off to Snape Maltings mid-morning to see an exhibition by the intriguingly-named Jelly Green; a local artist who usually paints livestock but in this exhibiton was showcasing more landscapes. We had a potter round some of the other crafty and antiques shops, and a home furnishings store that makes John Lewis look like cheap tat…

Then we had lunch on the quay before driving north up the coast to my all time favourite childhood haunt of Covehithe. St Andrew’s Church at Covehithe is the tiniest parish church you’ll ever find with the biggest, most out of proportion tower attached – its built in the ruins of an older church. The church never needed to be the size it was, but was built large and grand to show the status and wealth of its benefactor. Now, it sits perilously close to a crumbling cliff edge, and we’re told the latest estimates is that it only has until 2068 before it is swallowed up by the sea along with the manor house and cottages that surround it.

It used to be that you could either park at the church and walk down to Covehithe Broad, or drive on down the road and park up just before a barrier and talk along the cliffs to Benacre Broad. Now there is only one option, to park by the church and walk down through fields of pigs to the beach, and double-back (so long as the tide allows) for a 2 mile walk down the beach to get to Benacre. With a threatening sky, and the fear of less tide time than we thought, we saw sandmartins nesting in the cliffs, a WW2 bunker falling out the cliffs, and driftwood in the making from trees from the woodland above as they slipped onto the beach. 

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I have also come up with a new idea for a story based on Covehithe church. This one is a dark tale set 60 years from now. It’s not post-apocolyptic but it is a world where there are energy shortages, and electricity is rationed. Not everyone has cars anymore, dual carriageways have become spacious boulevards, and using The Internet is something you can only do at The Library (unless you are very well off), and the church of protagonists childhood is living on the borrowed time on the cliff edge as another storm is coming in from the sea.

The Story of Fairy Tales

The Story of Fairy Tales

21920805Once Upon a Time: A Short History of Fairy Tale by Marina Warner

This is a must read for anyone and everyone who loves Fairy Tale. Published as one of Oxford University Press’ brilliant and incredible Short Introduction series of books and written by one of the world’s authorities on the subject this is a book to keep with you as companion to everything you read, and everywhere you go.

It’s one of those books that makes you want to quote from it on just about every, single, page. Its incredibly insightful, and very, very readable. I’ve learnt a lot, and I’ve also added a ton of stories and books and documentaries to my To Read/Watch/Listen to pile.

The Sixteen Day Weekend

On the eve of going back to work tomorrow its time for a little bit of a round-up of the last two weeks which have seen me largely oblivious to what day it was. There was our professional photoshoot near the beginning of the holiday which featured 300 photos, 7 cats, 3 chickens, 2 bad bunnies and a couple of humans, which was good fun and we got some good shots that we will probably (and sadly) never be able to afford to get printed (or even have the digital files from).

The real day-confusion though, I guess it all started a week last Friday on my Birthday. Emma took me to see Bekonscot Model Village – I always thought it was Beaconsfield (which it is in) Model Village when I have seen it on the brown signs on the M40 ever since I first came to the Oxford area twenty years ago(!). It’s a fantastic place full of childhood wonder…

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The thing is, that day out (and the Prezzo meal that followed it) made it seem a bit Saturday-ish (appropriately enough for our wedding anniversary any celebration-plans were dampened by waiting in all day for the Gas Man to Cometh and fix the boiler), and then we did Sunday-ish things on Saturday, so by the time we got to the bank holiday weekend I really didn’t know what day it was!

Then it got really confusing, because on Tuesday we went off to celebrate my belated-birthday with my Mum and Dad for a couple of days (after that is, the Gas Man Returneth to actually fix the boiler). We went to a very nice nursery in Suffolk where we got my present from my parents which was in the form of an Espallier Royal Russett Apple tree for the garden. Then we went out to the dinner at the local hotel in a failed attempt to stalk the Springwatch team…

11109279_10153274860950630_1718929694820422193_nWednesday saw us making the short trip down to RSPB Minsmere for some more Springwatch-stalking. Within moments of us entering the (appropriately-named) Bittern Hide, not one, but two bitterns flew in from the right and landed in the reedbeds right in front of us. One of them proceeded to wade and swim out of the reeds in front of us. Brilliant stuff! We also heard them boom, and paid our respects to Spineless Simon, and heard the guys talking about an adder called Baldrick. :-)

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So, by the time we got to drive off into the sunset on Wednesday, whether it was Wednesday or Sunday (or indeed which Sunday) was really, all very confused. I could really do with another holiday. Oh, wait, in just nine working days time I will be getting one. :-)

The Story of Lewis (as seen through the eyes of Alice)

The Story of Lewis (as seen through the eyes of Alice)

24664952The Story of Alice: Lewis Carroll and The Secret History of Wonderland by Robert Douglas-Fairhurst

I don’t read nearly as much non-fiction as I should, and hardly any biographies. Usually when I do read biographies I start off with enthusiasm only to flail and fall flat about 70-100 pages in (aka. get bored).

Not so with this all to readable new biography of Lewis Carroll, which I chanced upon when I heard it serialised on the BBC Radio 4 Book of the Week strand. It’s actually more, the story of the real Alice (or Alices) behind the Wonderland book, and through her the life of the man who wrote, photographed, and adored her.

Lewis Carroll was clearly an odd kind of character, and there has been much that has been speculated about what his motives and actions were, particularly when it comes to the blanked out and removed sections to his journals. That he loved children, it is without doubt, but through reading this account of his life, I think it is clear that he loved children only so far as either in relation to the time in which he lived (girls married much younger often to older men), or to that he was still very much a child himself in the world. To read anything further or untoward, is I think wrong.

Particularly in the first two parts of this book which deal with Before, and During Alice, it is packed with the most quoteable lines and insights, to feed your own Oxford/Alice/Wonderland stories. It’s a biography to make you want to read or re-read the two Alice books, time, and time again.

Dark, disturbing, and distopian

Dark, disturbing, and distopian

Adobe Photoshop PDFThe Fire Sermon by Francesca Haig

This is a dark and disturbing, distopian vision of the future. It’s set in a post-apocolyptic world – where The Blast is a thing of history. In this world everybody is born with a twin, and every pair of twins are born, one healthy and one disfigured in some way. Once they know which is which, they are branded and separated; the Alphas to live a good life of plenty, and the Omegas to be sent away. They would be destroyed if they could be, but they can’t as, just every pair of twins are born together, so they feel pain together, and will die together.

The Fire Sermon is a Big, ambitious book that is clearly the beginning of something bigger – a trilogy at the least I would guess. Cass, an Omega who manages to hide her disfigurment for years is a seer, but it is not her ability to see into the future that protects her and keeps her safe but it is her instinctiveness for what is right and wrong. In this she is unusual as she battles in her quest to find somewhere where she can be safe, and just stop running.

I read this book with no prior knowledge of what to expect, but the follow up story, when it comes will be highly anticipated.

Safety in numbers

Safety in numbers

On Friday I headed into London to take part in the Live In London fringe event to the IndieRecon 2015 conference. IndieReCon, now in its third year is a free, online, conference for Indie Authors. I remember chancing on it three years ago not long after I published my first novel, and it has continued to educate and inspire. This year, the timing of the conference was put back to coincide with the London Book Fair, and the fringe event staged in world-famous Foyles Bookstore was organised.

To say I wasn’t absolutely, completely, terrified at the prospect of going would have been somewhat of an understatement however, as always with these things, I think that just goes to show how amazing it was going to be.

Amongst about 150 other Indie Rooms, I got to listen to some interesting, educational, and just downright inspirational talks and discussions from some of the biggest players in the Indie Author world. I also got to meet some other writers, some of whom are local to Oxford. I think there might be a real future in an ALLi Oxford group, eh, Dan Holloway and JA Lang?

Aside from coming away from the conference excited that my forthcoming audiobook of Mr Tumnal is right on trend with where publishing is going, I have two specific actions to take forward: a) to move my non-Amazon print books from Createspace to IngramSpark inline with the Authors4Bookstores, and b) to edit and polish my spin-off Mr Tumnal story as an exclusive download for anyone signing up for my newsletter, and through this try and directly communicate with my readers and fans.

I’ve met a whole host of new people, who I hope will become friends. It was a truly inspiring day!

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A tale of delirium and disillusionment

A tale of delirium and disillusionment

20625696Vixen by Rosie Garland

The old adage goes that you should never judge a book by its cover. It’s true that I adore the cover of this book, and it’s also true that I decided to read this book because of the cover, which I guess in part means that my friend, the cover designer, did a really good job!

It wasn’t until I had this book in front of me that I realised that it’s author, Rosie Garland, was also the singer in Goth Band, the March Violets, who featured on the soundtrack to one of my favourite 80’s movies, Some Kind Of Wonderful. I know, completely unrelated, fascinatingly uninteresting fact for you.

This is an interesting, clever read in alluringly poetic and lyrical prose, that follows the arrival of the great plague to a village in Devon. It is told from the perspective of three protagonists, a Priest, a girl, and their maid (the Vixen or fox of the title). Where is starts off gentle and beautiful, we are plunged int disalusionament and delirium as our protagonists surcumb to the symptons and fate of the Black Death.

Writing Week: Day 4

Writing Week: Day 4

The day has been a little more overcast today than it has been, but no less pleasant. I busied myself with jobs this morning, getting the house all cleaned (in the full knowledge that with seven pesky cats, at least one of them would bring half the garden in with them and deposit it all over the floors – I think my efforts have actually survived quite well!).

And then suddenly it was lunchtime, so I made myself a nice chicken and ham salad, and sat outside and munched it whilst reading another chapter of The Story of Alice. Then I switched back to the novel du jour, Rosie Garland’s Vixen (which I’m discovering is a curious, very well written, but not entirely pleasant tale. And then after a chapter of that, I set to my own writing….

Another 1000 words or so done, and another chapter completed. If I can get another 1000 words written over the course of the weekend (weekend’s are usually less productive than weekdays, I find) then I’ll achieved a nice 10% of my novel written, which I think is a very good start.

 

 

7054 / 80000 words. 9% done!

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