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The Writers Circle / Free eBook No Grave for the Orchids by JC Linden
« on: April 28, 2017, 05:47:39 AM »


Well… the past 18mths or so have seen a strange pairing between myself and Owl5986 after we decided to write a novel together. The fruits of our labour, No Grave for the Orchids by JC Linden, is now out on Amazon after a new publisher on the block, Michael Terence Publishing, took us on. Cheesy Cheesy Cheesy 
Free eBook 8am Sunday 30th April-8am 1st May (GMT)

Really appreciate a download and a review if you have the time. :)



Please check our website: for a taster.

Well… the past 18mths or so have seen a strange pairing between myself and Owl5986 after we decided to write a novel together. The fruits of our labour, No Grave for the Orchids by JC Linden, is now out on Amazon after a new publisher on the block, Michael Terence Publishing, took us on.


Please check our website: for a taster.

The Gallery / Collaboration works
« on: April 25, 2017, 04:49:02 AM »
Well… the past 18mths or so have seen a strange pairing between myself and Owl5986 after we decided to write a novel together. The fruits of our labour, No Grave for the Orchids by JC Linden, is now out on Amazon after a new publisher on the block, Michael Terence Publishing, took us on. :D :D :D



Please check our website: for a taster. Or if you can’t wait  ;D here is one below.

A voice spoke to him, an urgent whisper, dragging him from his reverie to unforgiving coldness. His teeth clattered together, so noisy inside his head he barely heard the words uttered.

‘Get up, Aiden. We can’t stop here.’ Sophia’s palm felt cold on his brow, which was vaguely unsettling as he felt icy inside. ‘You’re burning up.’ She patted his cheeks with her hands and pushed some snow between his lips. ‘Aiden, we have to move. Do you think you can? We need somewhere sheltered.’ He nodded and leaned heavily on her to get himself upright.

A jaundiced crescent moon peered through the mist, a wry smile mocking him. ‘Not far now,’ Sophia said. ‘Nearly there.’ Desperation edged her soothing words and Aiden shuffled along the path, panting with exertion, his breath spurting milky clouds into the murkiness. Nearly where? He wanted nothing more than to lie down.

Off to the side of the road they sheltered in a narrow cavern deep enough to wedge themselves in. Aiden leaned against the stony wall as his sister made a fire beyond the entrance. Sparks rose one foot in the air, then died in the cold, consumed by the dampness. Sophia took out a handful of yarrow from her pouch soaked it in snow and washed his face and wrists with the infusion. Aiden drifted towards sleep.

He woke in the night, sweating and kicking his way from covers Sophia had placed around him. The fire burned and sputtered and he stared, mesmerised by the warm, flickering colours. Deep within the blaze he saw a face, feminine and childlike and horned. She sang in a sweet voice, words he didn’t understand, but how he wanted to. Reaching out to her, he willed her to be still. Heat seared his hand before being snatched back by Sophia. ‘Don’t,’ he mumbled, pointing at the fire. ‘Lila’s here. Can you see her?’

Sophia stared into the fire. ‘It’s your fever talking.’ She fed him more snow, settled him against the rock wall, then sat across the entrance, barring his exit.

Stirring to consciousness, the remnants of dreams lingered, predominantly of his mother. The smell of her breath as she kissed him, the feel of her arms in a hug, anxiety wove through his thoughts when he failed to conjure her smile, banishing the last traces of sleep and he opened his eyes to a dreary morning.

Bustling in the small space, Sophia performed her little rituals as though she was on her own. A pan placed in the embers of the fire with some snow thrown in, a sprig of hawthorn added to the flames. Then the fanning to cast the fumes and a muttered prayer. Aiden never knew how he felt about this spiritual side to his sister. Most of the time he ignored it. Sophia rooted through her medicine pouch. He guessed she was searching for some concoction for him but already he knew his fever had broken.

Writing Games & Challenges / Winner of the poetry challenge #118
« on: May 21, 2015, 05:25:17 PM »

The worthy winner, who not only fulfilled the criteria, but also threw in a twist ending is:


Congratulations, come and take a bow. 8)

Slick Girl

Her shampoo label came off a while ago.
That’s no big deal; the ingredients she knows:
Citric acid, glycine, soy oil and protein —
All healthy stuff to keep her tresses aglow.

She scrubs her scalp, waits, lets it soak in her hair
While she shaves her shins, exfoliates her skin.
What’s this in her hands, in the mirror she stares:
Her head is quite bald — Oh Good God — it was Nair!

Writing Games & Challenges / Poetry Challenge #118
« on: May 11, 2015, 12:11:34 PM »
Look at the list of ingredients on your shampoo/body wash. Pick three and build a humorous/any poem around them.

Deadline: Tues 19th May @ 10pm GMT Extended: Thurs 21st May @ 10pm GMT

Please PM entries to me. You can enter as many times as you wish.

Good luck.

The Writers Circle / Comma trouble
« on: May 05, 2015, 12:50:01 PM »
Please, I can't think straight. Should this sentence have a comma in it? :-\

The light from the three suns intense in the cloudless sky.

I keep wanting to put a comma between suns and intense.


All the Write Questions / Deconstructing a book
« on: February 14, 2015, 11:27:18 AM »
I never read books twice, but I made a promise on another thread to do just that. So, I've just read Party by Tom Leveen, as I wanted to see different POV's tying together to create a novel.

Now I want (well, I don't really) to re-read it and deconstruct it. But, here's the biggie, I have no idea how to start.

Any ideas?

I do feel this is something I should try and master, but it is a struggle. I've vowed to read Party twice more (thank goodness it's only short). But if I need to read it more than that to grasp the stages of learning, so be it.

Thanks for any help whatsoever.  ;D

Review My Work / Flash Fiction 500 words
« on: January 27, 2015, 11:20:14 AM »
This was an entry for the flash fiction competition that may not be taking place now. Misunderstandings, miscommunications , at least one line of dialogue. Would be interested in your thoughts. I did have fun writing it.

Handle With Care

Miranda’s dress was so tight it could have been a skin graft.
‘It’s working,’ she gushed.


‘The spell…’

‘Oh, no, please tell me you’re not referring to that ridiculous article.’ Trust Miranda to put it to the test. I wish I’d never told her about it.

‘You have only to ask and you’re dreams will come true. And they have. Look at me.’ I looked at her. She ran her hands over her body. ‘The weight is dropping off. I’ve never been this slim. Not even in my twenties.’

Her eyes shone as if they had caught sight of the Holy Grail.
She had a point. Gone were the three rolls of lard creasing her midriff, the wodge of fat like back bosoms, giving the appearance her head had undergone a hundred and eighty degree twist, her wobbly chin. She was stunning.

‘Miranda… er…’ I didn’t want to sound sour grapy, but I’d only seen her two weeks before and with the best will in the world no one sheds four stone plus in a fortnight.

Prancing around the kitchen as if she had bathed in the Fountain of Youth, she pulled a plate of cream cakes from the fridge. ‘I’ve been eating these every day. Want one?’ A snort erupted from her and she laughed as only a forty-something high on life could. ‘Oh, Jess, I can see you’re shocked, but I needed to make sure it was the wish list, and not anything else, so I’ve been eating my way through mountains of stuff to see if there’s a catch, but there isn’t.

Oh, but there was. There had to be. I had a sudden bad feeling about this.

‘Why didn’t you wait for me?’ I heard the edge of panic in my wail. ‘Tell me what you said. Exactly.’

‘I wished to be slim, silly.’

‘And that’s it?’ A gush of relief warmed me.

‘Well, I might have said I want to lose weight. What does it matter?’

If I remembered correctly the article stated a certain format. Be specific. Take care. There can be no un-wishing. There was no room for muddled instructions.
‘Did you say to stop at a certain goal?’

‘Oh you know me, probably not. Why are you looking so worried?’
Of all the roads Miranda’s thoughts travelled, Smart Alley was unknown terrain. She didn’t realise this miscommunication could demand a terrible price.

‘No reason.’

Four stone lost in two weeks. She weighed about nine and a half now, ten at the most. I stared at my friend and did the maths….

The Writers Circle / Rejection-can't beat that feeling.
« on: January 20, 2015, 05:01:48 PM »
Just been on the competition website and I didn't make the longlist. (My husband wants to know if there's still time to send back my new laptop! ;D)

Don't know how I feel at the moment, but wanted to let all those who helped me know the results.

One thing that does spring to mind is are my editing skills (?) still of use? Rejection seems to throw up insecurities about commenting on others work.

Hey ho, yesterday was supposedly the most depressing day of the year. Today ain't so great....   

The Writers Circle / Books Never to be Read Again
« on: November 20, 2014, 05:47:06 PM »
I rarely read a book twice, even though there are many on my re-read list.

But what about books you are glad you've read, but would never read again?

Two of mine that spring to mind:

The Other Hand by Chris Cleave
The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas by John Boyne

What's yours?

The Coffee Shop / Addicted
« on: October 17, 2014, 04:11:49 AM »
I'm addicted to those emoticons (I think that's what they're called). I'm starting to use them as a full stop ;D

Yesterday, at work, writing a notice on the board, I found myself drawing that winkie face....

Is there anything I can take ???

The Writers Circle / A Huge Thank You
« on: October 15, 2014, 06:00:32 PM »
Just home from work and found confirmation my competition entry has arrived safely. So, now that it's there, and out of my hands, I want to take this moment to say a massive thank you to everybody.

Your help was just amazing, so appreciated, and the speed you gave me answers was just awesome.

I'm so glad I found this place.

Review My Work / Blurbs - Would a publisher want to read more?
« on: September 17, 2014, 06:32:12 PM »
I thought this could run the same way as First Liners. Put in genre and target audience and short blurb.(Not a synopsis.)

Here's mine to start the ball rolling. I'm not happy with it and I've got this competition looming.

Fantasy. 40,000 words. Target age 8-11yrs

Tripps believes his mother has committed murder. She is about to kill again. Lexi feels responsible for the accident that resulted in her mother's death. Syreeta knows the truth. But all she wants is to add the souls of children to her bracelet.

All the Write Questions / What do you read? And why?
« on: September 15, 2014, 11:18:24 AM »
Love romance? What does that say about you? Or is crime your thing? Your reading material may be saying things to others that you didn't intend.  :o

I remember when I was young, carrying a classic around to lessons, as if that said something about me as a person. (It did, but nothing I wanted to hear! :D)

So, continuing what was started on another thread, who reads what, and why? Thoughts please. 

The Writers Circle / How honest should I be?
« on: August 20, 2014, 03:06:14 AM »

I am entering a competition run by a publishing house I love. I've entered before (that's allowed). I've met the main man (hung onto his every word). He had even taken my first chapters (a happy (shortlived) moment) a couple of years ago at a festival.

His website is fab. I've listened to his talks. He seems very supportive to new authors.

So, in my covering letter do I mention any of this? I'm inclined to be upfront, but will this just highlight my previous failures? Does it smack of desperation, or a desire to be a member of his band of authors? (I desperately want the latter!)

 I believe in my product, it's the delivery that's askew. ;D 

Afterthought: I don't want him to think I'm a stalker. :o

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