A Wisp of a New BryonySeries Novel

"I think you have one more novel in you."

Thus Ed Calkins, Steward of Tara, has said to me more than once.

At first I thought his comments were wishful thinking on his part.

But he may be right. 

Maybe.

A very small wisp of an idea started floating arond my brain a few weeks ago. But with so many other projects (some other book projects, some not) filling front and back burners, the wisp can just float untended for a while.

OK, maybe I'll throw it a few kibbles now and then, just to se if the idea is hungry and wants to grow.

I'm strangely excited at the thought of writing another novel, which is turning into "I probably will" as I write these words.

And I'm already musing, "Standalone?" "New trilogy?"

Seriously. (shaking head at myself).

That's great news for the small audience that love my books.

And that's great news for me, too.

For I've spent some of the best thousands of hours in my life taking half-formed ideas out of my imagination and shaping them onto the page.

If you're an artist of any kind (and I think anyone who creates anything is an artist) you'll understand.

Happy Tuesday!

Comedy for ELT - Ministry of Poetry

BryonySeries Throwback Thursday: Writing My Own Penny Dreadfuls

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Writing My Own Penny Dreadfuls

Snippets, more like.

A character in my current work-in-progress section of Before the Blood likes to compose sensational serials. This means, I've had to compose them. Sigh.

Here's a few of those excerpts from serials with such provocative titles as The Beggar's Lair and The Doctor and Lady Elise.

The moon rose high in the sky. A wolf howled in the distance. His time had come.

            The guards pushed his head through the noose. He couldn't wait for the crush of his windpipe, the snap in his neck.

            Do it, he thought to himself. Do it. 

"Elise, put down that dagger!"

"You'll never beat me again, Bruce! Or our children! Do you hear me, Bruce? Do you hear me? You'll never hurt anyone again!"

            "Elise, no one's hurting you. You're mad, I tell you! Mad! Just like your Aunt Olivia."

            "Mad, am I!"

            She plunged the knife deep within his heart. He didn't drop. He didn't bleed.

            Mad? Oh how Elise wished she was mad!

"Reeves, confess your crimes before God and repent for judgment day is upon you!"

            "Ha, ha! Do you take me for a fool, why...why..."

            Reeves clutches his throat, collapses, and gasps, "Elliot, what have you done?"

            "Poison, dear brother. I told you judgment day was upon you."

BryonySeries Throwback Thursday: My Fiction Playground

Monday, June 20, 2016

My Fiction Playground

This morning, I posted the following link on WriteOn Joliet's Facebook page:

http://pbackwriter.blogspot.com/2016/06/journal-as-playground.html

Which got me thinking about why I enjoy writing my fiction. It's play, the type of free, childhood play of lying in the grass, watching clouds in the sky, and letting the imagination wander where it will.

It's has elements in common with daydreaming, except I don't exist in that world.

Unlike daydreams that stay in the mind, I reconstruct where my thoughts go, word by word by word: a series of adding, subtracting, deleting, rewriting.

It's absorbing, exhilarating, frustrating, fun.

My Fiction Playground

This morning, I posted the following link on WriteOn Joliet's Facebook page:

http://pbackwriter.blogspot.com/2016/06/journal-as-playground.html

Which got me thinking about why I enjoy writing my fiction. It's play, the type of free, childhood play of lying in the grass, watching clouds in the sky, and letting the imagination wander where it will.

It's has elements in common with daydreaming, except I don't exist in that world.

Unlike daydreams that stay in the mind, I reconstruct where my thoughts go, word by word by word: a series of adding, substracting, deleting, rewriting.

It's absorbing, exhilarting, frustrating, fun.