The Adventures of a Wayward Author

Not sure if the fairies have landed yet, never mind the muses. Will they ever come back and let me write a decent story again or is my life situation still a bit much for them. They sure as hell don’t like Covid. No idea where they’ve locked themselves up. Maybe it’s not me who’s wayward, more likely it’s the darn muses having a laugh at my expense.

“Hey look at her trying to write,” one nudges the other.
   “I know, right. Can’t do it without us,” they giggle.

I’ll show them. I already published a story, ‘Soul Man,’ though it’s an old one so doesn’t really count. This story was released in parts in Ghostly Rites Anthologies by Plaisted Publishing. I decided it was time the full story stood on it’s own.

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The moon shone down eerily on the green-grey waves, glancing on the body guiding it to the shore. Gently, the waves propelled him towards the sandy beach. His body rolling over as it hit the sands; his empty eyes staring blankly up towards the wan moon as his body finally settled on the sand. His long black hair swirled in the seawater, each time the waves rushed over his body leaving seaweed and sand on his semi naked body.

I need new material and do I have heaps of that after my life since 2017. Oh. My. God. No wonder the muses won’t come home. Not sure I would either if I had a choice, except New Zealand is amazing compared to where I was. This is where my heart is and my adorable man.

Anyway…

I have an idea for a new type of romance. At the moment I’m calling it ‘The Book of Love.’ It’s a sexy hot tale of a frustrated woman who want’s what those erotic author write about… in her life. Sadly she is invisible to most people around her, including her family who ignore her.
   What can she do to set her life in the direction she wants? Reading erotic books and a vibrator is all she has right now. Breda want’s something real. A gentleman, a romantic and some glorious orgasms to make her scream. Instead of her dull shabby life she had.

Will her dreams come true? How will she find her man. She adores Snyden from her latest book. He’s gorgeous, muscular and knows how to make a woman scream, after all he makes Lisa, his girlfriend in the book, scream all the time.
   Unbeknown to Breda, the characters noticed Breda’s sad, lonely life and decided to do something for her. Hang on, they’re characters in a book Breda’s reading! How could they help, they weren’t real people! The decision belonged to Snyden and Lisa. Would they pull Breda into the book and give her a good time, or would they escape the pages and turn up in her real life.

Oh the possibilities… This is why I love fiction. Be warned, this story is for adults only!! 

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A New Cousin and Book Two of Enchantments

I’m glad you enjoyed the last sample from a story…I am still writing. It will be called ‘Love Reunited.’ Though it is a love story with a HEA, it is also a murder mystery story which I hope you’ll enjoy. The little girl is unharmed and you even get a lesson in Family History Research (another of my hobbies and jobs). I may let you see more of the story, however this post is about a new contact who is a cousin and happened to read one of my books called ‘Enchantments – The Beginning.’

Enchantments is a fast-paced YA fantasy book introducing you to eight characters, their animals and trainers. I wrote this back in 2016 and published it in 2017. Each character has an animal which gives them energy boosts to help save the human world from the Shadows. Seven of the eight are Bul’ith, which is revealed to them in their 18th year. When they turn 21, they meet their animal and train. The animals are: Wolf, Cheetah, Falcon, Komodo Dragon, Bear, Anaconda and a Wild Boar. The 8th Bul’ith is missing, and a human takes his place without an animal.

The new cousin enjoyed the read, she asked for more. I convinced my muse to give it a go and we now have nearly 4k of a new story. I’ve put a bit below and a picture of Briar, one of the Bul’ith.

Mending Briar – Draft

Far from the battle in the city of Chantari, the young Destinies were training for the ultimate battle.

Kendrall appeared at the edge of the training square, his eyes anxiously watching the combatants engage with swords, daggers and pure animal strength. Twisting and turning, they laughed jubilantly when they outdid their betrothed.

Qwaun appeared at his side, his arms crossed over his chest.

“They’re doing well.”

“Aye, though we will need to intensify the training,” sighed Kendrall.

“Why?”

“The Shadows attacked several hours ago.”

“How the hell did…”

“Possible it’s something to do with the small amount of animal power they got from Briar. We’re yet to find out.”

“Tis a pity we can’t get Briar’s gem back.”

“None have survived entering the shadow realm,” he winced, seeing Ruben hit the stony ground hard, rolling to the side, so the sword missed his stomach. His right hand reached out, yanking Briar’s foot off the ground. She moved into a tumble, arching over Ruben and standing up on the other side with a huge smile.

“They are good together, though the bruising can be quite bad for both of them.”

“Tis a pity we can’t do…” he trailed off. “I’m going to the library,” Kendrall disappeared.

“What the…”

Joz found Kendrall with his head buried in a pile of old scroll, muttering as his finger moved through a list.

“What are you doing, Kendrall,” she touched his shoulder making him jump.

“Argh. Searching for strong small mammals.”

“Whatever for? Aren’t you meant to be…”

“It may help,” he muttered.

“Help what?”

“Win the war,” he glanced at her with a smile. “I’ll let you know when I know.”

“Don’t forget to talk to Mistress before you do anything…”

“You know I will, Joz. Stop worrying.”

“The trouble you get into,” she murmured, walking away.

Kendrall wasn’t listening, he’d gone back to studying the list writing down names of different mammals and a couple of insects.

“So many creatures,” he sighed.

“What are you looking for, Kendrall,” said Mistress.

“I suppose Joz told you I was up to no good,” he scowled.

“Not at all. I always know when you are in Chantari,” she laughed. “Remember, I do rule here. Now tell me your idea and what it is you want. I may be able to help.”

“Briar,” he sat up, indicating his boss to sit down. “I know she can’t have energy from Dulcie due to the missing gem and her now being human. The pain would be to much for her to handle.”

“Correct, along with the scaring which could damage her strength.”

“What if we can find a small mammal or insect who has an abundance of energy and strength who could do the same job as the falcon but with less danger and scarring?”

“She can’t keep the energy inside her without the gem.”

“What if she can keep…” he bit his lip.

“Keep?”

“An insect inside her to boost her energy.”

“Eww. I can’t see her accepting, let alone getting it to work. Let me talk to the Soul Keeper and see what he says.”

“I’ll keep looking. I’m sure there must have been more than one instance when the Shadows got lucky.”

“Talk to Joz, you know she has inherited knowledge and a deep understanding of our history. Get past your pain and be honourable to her, Kendrall. It’s time to live again. Way past time,” she shimmered from view, leaving Kendrall gaping at where she’d stood wondering what she knew.

“I know you…” her voice whispered.

“I’m not ready,” he muttered.

“You never will be unless you take your life in your hands and free yourself from your mistakes.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. Standing up he went in search of Joz—the love of his life.

Joz was writing on a scroll, her scripture perfect as she caught the history of this generation’s training and battle. Hearing footsteps, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at Kendrall’s glowering face.

“I do hope you’re going to cheer up, Kendrall.”

He swooped her into his arms, kissing her hard, making her gasp when he released her. Eyes wide, her hand trembling, touching her lips.

“W-what was…”

“I love you, Joz. Will you be mine?”

“Will you stop messing about, Kendrall. It’s not fair how you blow hot and cold all the time,” she glared.

Kendrall looked down at the marble floor, biting his bottom lip. “I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I really do want you to be mine,” he muttered, slowly lifting his face until they were looking at each other. “I had things I needed to sort out. The way things are going they’ll never get sorted. I need you to be mine.”

“I’ll think about it!” she replied. “What else did you want?”

“Mistress said you could assist with some history of our battles and the humans who’ve fought with us.”

“We’ve only had one,” she frowned.

“Can you dig deeper. Mistress is sure there are more.”

“Did you find what you were looking for earlier?”

“I’m trying to find a way to give Briar more power without weakening her with scarring. I thought a small creature with a lot of power might help.”

“She would still need a gem.”

“That’s what the Mistress said. She’s gone to talk with the Soul Keeper to see if anything can be done, if we find anything.”

“Come with me. I have a list of trainees from the last thousand years. Perhaps we can see any changes.”

“I don’t recall any. I’ve been training Bul’ith for a few thousand years now.”

“This is why we will look at the scrolls. Nobody can expect you to remember every trainee, Kendrall.”

“You remember…”

“Which is why I’m the librarian,” she smiled. “Even then, I don’t always have full recall. Remember, I only took over seven hundred years ago.”

“So young,” he chuckled, making her blush.

“I maybe young compared to you, Kendrall, however, I have more knowledge than you,” she tapped her head.

They headed down a brightly lit hallway. The marble floor changed to wood; the hallway became gloomy the further they walked. Joz stopped outside a large carved wooden door with an intricate lock. Pressing her finger against the lock, the cogs and wheels began to move until the lock clicked open.

“Wow.”

“You need to stay here. Do not enter or you may regret it,” she said. “I’ll be back shortly.”

“Why?”

“You’re not a librarian. To much knowledge can kill those who aren’t trained in the process of storage.”

Kendrall leant back against the wall opposite the open doors watching Joz enter and disappear. He raised his right eyebrow in surprise, crossing his arms and ankles he waited and waited… It seemed like an eternity was passing when Joz stepped out again, locking the doors behind her.

“Did you find what I need?”

“Fingers crossed this will answer your questions.” She cradled a thick scroll and set off back for the reading area where the light was bright. “Come on. I thought you were in a hurry!”

Itchy Writing Fingers are Back!

Well, it’s been six or more months since I have done any serious writing, and though that time has been busy with clients and live in general, it’s good to be back and writing. What a really wanted was to finish a few of the draft manuscripts I already started, however, the muse wants new work and that work is a LGBT story called ‘Reunited with Love’ It’s about two men who were once friends (yeah one of those) with a mystery right in the middle.

You will learn about Family History Research along the way. I’m hoping it will be a cool read.

Nyne Tatterdell, now a widower, married while still at University in Southern England. He took his husband’s surname, and they had a daughter. Carly is a grown up four-year-old who everyone adores with long black-brown curly hair, she takes after her papa, Jed.

Drayton Keller, who returns home to help his sister, is an old school friend of Nyne’s. The last time they saw each other, they’d fallen out. Meeting again would end up with them both thinking about the past and looking to their future. Dray is a genealogist and ghostwriter, who helps others with their family memoirs. During the first week home, he has a meeting with the head of English at the local high school to set up research classes for the English students.

In the murky darkness, something lurks…

MUSE

I can honestly Say I do not know where the muse is going with this. I’m just following along for the ride. Here is hoping it will be a good story and below is an extract with Nyne and his daughter Carly.

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Smiling, he drove home, changing into jeans and a shirt before walking to the primary school to which the daycare centre was attached. Standing with the other parents, he waited for the love of his life. Carly stood out with her black curls and huge smiling face. The bell rang, and the silence filled with the screams and laughter of young children as they hurried to their parents.

“Daddy,” Carly jumped into his arms, kissing his cheek. “Loves you.”

“Loves you too, Carly.”

“I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry,” he laughed. “Did you eat all your lunch?” She nodded. “How about we go to Roses Corner Shop for a fruit smoothie?”

“Yes, please,” she smiled, sliding down her dad’s body until her little feet hit the pavement. “Any flavour?”

“As long as it has three fruits in it,” he chuckled.”

“No fair,” she frowned, tapping her right foot on the ground.

“If you’re good for the rest of the week, maybe… we can get a chocolate flavour at the weekend.”

“Fine,” she grumbled, taking his hand, hopping and skipping alongside him.

“What sort of day did you have?”

“Good. We did painting, some reading and…” she twirled around… “played in the playground. How was your day, Daddy?”

“About the same, sweetheart, though I was teaching English to teenagers,” he smiled. “I’m not sure how much they learnt.”

“Learning is fun.”

“I’ll remind you you said that when you’re at high school,” he laughed.

Arriving at the shop, he opened the door; the bell tinkled as they entered. Carly rushed to a booth by the window. She loved to people watch for some reason, sometimes making up stories.

“What flavour do you want?”

“Choco…” she giggled. “Berry and banana, please.”

Nyne crossed to the counter, ordering their drinks and a chocolate chip cookie each. He sat back down with his daughter watching her draw with her finger on the table.

“What do you want for dinner tonight?”

“Can you cook Lasagne? I miss Papa’s…” she bit her lip. “Please,” she muttered, staring at her dad.

“I miss him too, Carly. You can talk about Papa whenever you need, sweetheart. He was a much better cook than me. I can try and make his Lasagne. Perhaps it will go better if you help me like you used to help him.”

“I’d like that, Daddy,” she smiled up at him. Their drinks and cookies appeared in front of them as if by magic. Carly grinned, “you got cookies too. Thank you,” she fluttered her eyelashes, making him chuckle.

“She has you wound around her little finger, Mr Tatterdell,” laughed Rose, the owner of the shop.

“I’m sure she does, though as long as she is kind and helpful, I can’t go far wrong with her.”

“True enough.”

“Daddy, what are your students learning in English Class?”

“They will be learning about their family history.”

“What’s family history?”

“It’s about who we are, where we come from, What your culture and heritage… big words for a little girl like you,” he chuckled.

“Where do I come from?” she glanced up at him. In the background, he heard Rose giggle.

“A small village called Bracklesham Beach in West Sussex, way down South.”

“It sounds a long way.”

“It is. It was lovely living by the beach,” he sighed.

“Why do we live here then?”

“Papa and I got jobs here after we finished University. I grew up here. Remember Nana and Pop live here too.”

“Oh yes. When can we go and see them again?”

“Over the weekend if you like. Now finish your drink and cookie; we need to go to the grocery store.”

“All gone,” she slurped the remainder up the straw, burping quietly, wiped her face and jumped off her seat, the cookie in her hand. “Ready, Daddy.”

“Speedy Miss Carly,” he moved to the counter, paying their bill. Taking Carly’s hand, they left, heading towards home to get the car.

Funny portrait of an incredibly beautiful little girl eating watermelon, healthy fruit snack, adorable toddler child with curly hair