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BOOK TRAILER – An Honest Review – The Novel

BOOK TRAILER. An Honest Review is a murder mystery spoof. The Arcadian community of Didsbrook is shocked and appalled following the death of the Doyenne of Didsbrook, Jocelyn Robertshaw, much-loved retired thespian turned author. The bumbling DCI Humphrey Middleton is assigned to the case and his investigations lead him down several blind allies and one particular garden path. Cue 20-year-old Lucy Fothergill, fresh out of University after three years studying Creative Writing and Drama. It doesn't take her very long to find out that something surprisingly sinister is lurking beneath the peace and tranquillity of Didsbrook.

2019 – An Honest Review

As 2019 draws to a close, is been a year rejections for Just Say It, my pantser-style first attempt at a novel.  But I am, older, tougher and wiser now; I can take criticism on the chin (crying emoji!).  So, I will say goodbye to 2019 feeding off the constructive criticism and positive feedback I've received during the year.

Meet the Dysfunctional Family

Just Say It is my first novel, which I 'finished' in June 2019 and, I've been editing it ever since! It is the first and last time I write a novel pantser-style; I will never throw myself into writing a book again without much-advanced planning. I still have faith in Lisa Grant and her dysfunctional family, and in 2020 I hope to convince an agent that her story is a viable one.  In the meantime, I'll leave you with few members of the cast.

Teenage Aspirations

‘Lucy, dear, welcome to the fold, welcome to DADs!  The part of Dorothy is indisputably yours!’ ‘She’s a writer too, Joc.  She’s won some prestigious competitions.’  I remember being mortified.  How could my Mother tell a multi-published author that I’d won a few school writing competitions and make it sound like I’d won the Booker Prize? ‘If she writes anything like as well as she sings and acts, she’ll be a member of the Didsbrook’s Writer Group before she can say, Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore. Thank you, Lucy.  We’ll see you at rehearsals on Monday eve.  Right… time to crack on, who's up for the part of the cowardly lion?’

STILL LIFE

I was so cold and my heart felt like a bird trapped inside my chest.  My head hurt and something warm trickled from my forehead, over my eyes, down my cheeks and on to my lips.  I licked them and they tasted salty.  A strong, pungent metallic smell, which I couldn’t instantly identify, drifted up my nostrils.

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