I have spent the last few days rewriting the synopsis for my current work-in-progress. Like with everything else involved in writing a novel, the deeper you go the harder it gets. Three and a half years ago, although not for the best of reasons, I found myself in the position where I was free to write... Continue Reading →
It is becoming clear that writing a cracking opening chapter is something I have yet to master. You have to engage your reader during the first three pages of your novel. Your opening chapter needs to be kick-ass and a killer first line is essential. My First Line: "Lisa Grant struggled to open the rain-swollen... Continue Reading →
Defining Moments is a bittersweet coming of (middle) age story about Baby Boomer, Lisa Grant, ex-columnist for Focal Point magazine, who struggles to sustain a long-term relationship because of the fallout from her dysfunctional childhood.
I'm guilty of having had more than one celebration to mark 'The End'. When I finished the first complete draft...and it was shite...after finishing the first few edits... yes... it's all very exciting when you finish editing drafts 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and even the 10th...but celebrating all these milestones is premature. I've had a very doughy middle for some time because my novel was only half cooked.
From Defining Moments a novel, seeking an agent by Tessa Barrie. After only a few weeks of married life, the rift between Fergus and Elizabeth is growing on a daily basis and Fergus finds himself at breaking point.
Elizabeth has ensnared Fergus and they start their married life together at the run-down family pile, Silkwoods in Gloucestershire.
Fellow members of the equally ecstatic audience leaving the theatre behind him applauded when his feet touched the ground. He laughed, turned for a few seconds, bowed to the assembled crowd then bounded off in the direction of Shaftesbury Avenue singing, ‘Just you wait, ‘enry ‘iggins, just you wait!’
She bent her head, to place her smooth cheek against the dry, wrinkled jowls of her Great-Aunt Sarah. The first and last time they made physical contact. Elizabeth snatched her head away; she hated the woman with a vengeance. The feeling was mutual.
Reservoirs of choppy water had flowed under the bridge during the last forty years, taking some of the best bits of Lisa’s life with it, along with the flotsam and jetsam. She no longer had her high-flying job and she would never find another Jack, her mother indirectly responsible for the loss of the two most important things in her life.