Sorry for the lack of updates lately regarding ‘A Step Into Darkness.’
I received my professional editorial feedback from Jericho Writers.
The report was professional with good constructive criticism and feedback. For me, it was worth every penny spent.
I have a few scenes to re-write and I need to develop my MC slightly. I was provided with a few other pointers which I have taken on board.
I have been told that I have a really nice and strong central idea with the potential to really create a page-turner.
The statement above has truly lifted my spirits. I did expect to receive such praise and encouragement when I submitted the first MS as my first ever novel.
I think a month or so of hard work shall have the story ready for re-submission.
All part of the process which I am loving.
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Hi everyone. Sorry for the decline of my blogs and updates, August was a crazy month for me.
I’m pleased to announce that the editing of my debut novel is now complete. This has been submitted today for a professional edit.
My next step will depend on the feedback I receive which may take up to six weeks. I promise to keep you updated.
During this 6 weeks downtime I intend to start the planning and structuring for my next book.
Also during this time I intend to self publish some short stories I have been working on. These are in a complete new genre at the opposite end to the spectrum from my current crime thrillers. I’m going to publish under a pseudonym which I don’t intend to disclose. This is merely for fun and I’m keen to see where it takes me.
Don’t panic though I have a growing list of crime thriller ideas that I intend to do justice to.
Thanks again for your support and patience.
Craig
P.s I know I have been trying to push everyone to write there own story….if this is not for you then I encourage you to read. Read as often and as much as you can. Trust me, the escape does you good.
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Hi everyone. Sorry for the decline of my blogs and updates, August was a crazy month for me.
I’m pleased to announce that the editing of my debut novel is now complete. This has been submitted today for a professional edit.
My next step will depend on the feedback I receive which may take up to six weeks. I promise to keep you updated.
During this 6 weeks downtime I intend to start the planning and structuring for my next book.
Also during this time I intend to self publish some short stories I have been working on. These are in a complete new genre at the opposite end to the spectrum from my current crime thrillers. I’m going to publish under a pseudonym which I don’t intend to disclose. This is merely for fun and I’m keen to see where it takes me.
Don’t panic though I have a growing list of crime thriller ideas that I intend to do justice to.
Thanks again for your support and patience.
Craig
P.s I know I have been trying to push everyone to write there own story….if this is not for you then I encourage you to read. Read as often and as much as you can. Trust me, the escape does you good.
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After a journey of almost 16 months I am pleased to announce that today I typed the words ‘The End’ into my debut novel A Step into Darkness.
This is a momentous achievement for me and a day I never thought Id witness before I started out. This road trip has been a roller coaster of emotions, but I have come out unscathed and a far better writer than when I first started.
Today I have fulfilled a life long ambition and I am excited for the future as I develop my skills in the craft of writing.
Sadly the process is not over. A short break is in order before I return fresh ready to embark on the editing process which again will be a whole new journey for me .
I will keep you updated on the editing process and any other future writing projects I embark on.
Thank you all for your patience and your kind words of encouragement. I hope I don’t let you down.
Onwards and Upwards!!
Craig x
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I’m nearing completion of my first novel which has been a wonderful journey full of ups and downs. Having had to learn the craft of writing along the way I have used many different tools and resources to help me including writer blogs, tips and lessons. One of the main subjects I often stumble across during my research is the subject of writer’s block, those 2 little words that every author fears.
My own personal opinion is that writer’s block cannot be overcome by standard identified actions alone, it has to be unique to the writer and will differ from writer to writer. With that in mind, I want to share what has worked for me in the hope that may help someone just starting out.
Writer’s block is not to feared it just needs to be overcome.
Re-read your notes and research material. Is there anything that could trigger you to start up again.
Re-read your previous chapter – For me, this got me back into the feel of the story and my mind was ready to race over the finish line into the next chapter.
Go for a walk, blow the cobwebs away and let your mind run free. Do not be afraid to push the boundaries with your thoughts. It only needs one idea or moment of inspiration to make you want to turn around and race back to your manuscript. When your out walking take only your phone or tablet with you. You need to immediately record anything that might help. Record it on notes or voice recorder and email it back to yourself so it is sitting waiting ready upon your return.
Watch a movie or read a book on a similar genre to your story and look for prompts or ideas. By this, I don’t mean for you to plagiarize. There is so much stuff out there that could easily be reworked, twisted around or adapted to suit your stories development.
Work with a story planner. I set up my story planner on PowerPoint which breaks down each chapter identifying key points and that I plan to achieve per chapter. Do this for your whole story. Revisiting this every day and updating the planner has helped me loads.
You will know your story off by heart in your head and hopefully you will have a detailed story planner, the chances are you will have an idea on how other chapters start or how certain scenes later in the book will unfold. Write them down. Writing is writing and don’t be afraid to write out of sync.
Do not allow yourself get stalled at the beginning of the chapter, Sitting for hours and hours is just dead time, if you know the end of the chapter then write it down and come back to the start later.
When completing your target for the day, go beyond this and write one or two sentences or paragraphs into the next paragraph/chapter so that you can pick up the story straight away the next day.
Really really stuck, then leave it! work on a short story, a writing competition entry, prepare the elevator pitch for your next story. This is all writing and before long your confidence in your ability as a writer will return.
If all else fails. Save everything. Turn off your laptop, Drink a bottle of wine (for starters) and dance naked around the house. Writer’s block may still be there in the morning or it may not, either way, you will have let off some steam.
I hope this helps. Like I said this is what works for me. There are loads of interesting articles out there so don’t be afraid if you encounter writer’s block – We all do. Why should you be any different 🙂
Apologies for not posting recently. I was having a wonderful vacation in the UK and got side tracked.
I will post my book update next week as a I’m now nearly finished the first draft and a few interesting things took place when I was home.
For now Id like to post a short story I wrote about Inspiration for a writing competition earlier in the year. I hope you all enjoy.
Eureka
Stubbing out his umpteenth cigarette of the day into the already overflowing ashtray, Dan pushed himself back into his leather chair, his mouth tasted foul and nothing was going to take away the feeling of decay inside.
Picking up his cup of tea, his face twisted as he spat the cold contents back into the cup.
‘Come on, come on” he forced himself.
His mantra fell on deaf ears; his plea for inspiration was ignored.
‘Give me something…anything…please.’
Glancing at the clock displayed at the bottom of his monitor Dan was gutted that only five minutes had elapsed since his last time check. He was confident that it would have been at least an hour.
Lighting yet another cigarette, feeling repulsed by the smell and taste, he started rocking himself back and forward on the castors of his chair whilst gripping onto to the front of his desk. Hey he thought, this could be a new office workout routine.
Snapping himself back into reality he rose and paced impatiently around his small office.
Yesterday had been the same. Same brick wall and same blankness.
Last night it had come to him though, deep in his dreams. Clear as day.
Why then was he struggling again today? He had entered his office full of confidence but now annoyance and frustration were starting to well up inside him.
‘Bugger this for a game of Soldiers’ he exclaimed and left the room.
Five minutes later, he was getting into a bath. Nice warm water, filled to the brim, encapsulated with bubbles from his Radox bubble bath.
He sank his head under the water enjoying the feeling of tranquillity that swept over him in an instant.
Five minutes later he leaped from the bath like a breeching Humpback Whale, water cascading over the bathroom floor.
Hastily pulling on his robe, he sprinted back to the office still soaked, trailing wet foot marks across the carpet, his unsightly bits jiggled from his exposed body as he jumped in front of his PC.
His fingers danced on the keyboard, the click of his key strokes non-stop.
Forty five minutes later, he was done.
‘Best get the bathroom tidied up,’ Dan thought to himself smiling like the cat that had caught the cream.
The End.
I hope you all enjoyed this. As always please feel free to comment and share.
Enjoy your weekend.
Craig.
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Everyone towered above her, blanking out the light, hurrying to reach their destination.No time for manors, deeply focused on their own journey and ignorant of others.
Of course they could not see her, hidden so far down below tucked away in the shadows.
They had been late leaving today. The rain did not help either. The path was slippery underfoot, leaving her with no time to navigate a safe passage through the many puddles.
She wanted to pause to catch her breath but every time she reduced her pace she felt the sharp tug from her mother’s arm, pulling her along. To stop was to loose time.
‘No time for dawdling today darling,’ she said ‘so much to do and no time to do it all.’
They turned into the quiet road that led to her primary school. School insight her mother instinctively reduced her speed, the stress of the first battle of the day gone.
Hand in hand they walked down the quiet street lined with weeping willows and bungalows adjourned with immaculate gardens, lovingly maintained and in full bloom.
Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks. Her mother’s firm grip unable to propel her on any further.
No. Something is not right, something is wrong today, she thought to herself.
‘What on earths up with you?’ demanded her mother, clearly not impressed.
‘Old Mrs Coe was not there today mammy.’
‘What?’
‘Old Mrs Coe was not there today. She is there every day.’
‘Who is old Mrs Coe?’
‘A kind old lady, she smiles and waves at me every morning form her kitchen window. She was not there today.’
‘Oh come on that’s ridiculous. You have school young lady.’
Her mother gripped her hand and started walking. No something was wrong. She dug her heels in and refused to budge.
‘Something is wrong mammy,’ she pleaded with her mother ‘we need to check’.
‘For god’s sake,’ her mother muttered but she led her by the hand to the house and knocked gently on the door. There was no answer.
‘Look. That’s the window she stands at,’ she said pointing to the long bay window at the end of the house.
Peering inside her mother let out a low ‘oh no,’ before turning to face her daughter.
‘You be a good girl and go sit on the wall. Mummy just needs to call for an ambulance.’
The End
Another one of my short stories. Hope your all enjoying them.
The first ambulance left the scene with lights flashing and siren blazing, desperately weaving a safe route through the crowded street. At the end of the road the ambulance turned left, immediately speeding up onto the dual carriageway, making its way as fast as possible to the nearby General hospital.
The second ambulance however did not leave the street to the same fanfare as the first. No lights flashed and no sirens sounded. The ambulance left the scene under a sombre atmosphere. The gathered crowds silenced and lowered their heads respectfully, stepping to one side to allow it to pass.
No one in the street knew who was in the second ambulance, but they all secretly prayed that it was Gary Jackson.
Sadly the second ambulance contained Faye Jackson.
Her body at the age of twenty two was so severely savaged and abused, that in the days to come; her own mother would struggle to identify her.
Despite attempts to save her at the scene Faye Jackson had died minutes after the arrival of the ambulance.
Now unconscious, Gary was blissfully unaware of her passing.
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Hi everyone. Hope you all enjoyed that little snippet from A Step into Darkness. Any comments would be greatly appreciated
Going back to UK tomorrow for 3 weeks so wont be able to write much, however plan to do a lot of editing and research in-between drinking copious amounts of good white wine and nibbling on French cheese and pate which are the things I miss the most from England when I’m in Baku.
Not certain but I’m hoping to make an announcement on my return…. Nothing major… well for me it is…so don’t get to excited ha-ha.
As always Id like to leave you with an inspirational quote.
Thanks everyone and take care.
Until next time
Craig x
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This is easy I tell myself. I can do this…I need to do this.
Confidence emanates from my every pore. My stride is purposeful; I’m driven on by my acceptance, confident that my battle will soon be over. The thought of my new life ahead excites me. I won’t be beaten again.
Not everyone shares my enthusiasm.
‘You’ve tried before.’
‘You’re not strong enough.’
Today I won’t let the negativity of others stop me from achieving my goal. Fuck them! I know better.
I head into town, shaking my head dispassionately at the number of weak people I observe consumed by their addiction, oblivious to how stupid they look, uncaring towards the damage they are inflicting onto their already weekend bodies.
I needed this walk. I needed to see what I’d become, and what I needed to leave behind.
This is easy I tell myself. I can do this…I need to do this.
Day 2
I can do this. I want to do this.
I feel good today. I’ve had to change my routine but I’m sure I can manage. I already feel fresher…even healthier, which is an unexpected bonus.
First meeting of the day does not go well for me. My worked load has increased and I can feel my stress levels rising.
Why now?
Why when I’ve just started out on this journey?
I’m starting to feel anxious and irritable. I consume myself with work hoping to block out the darkness inside of my head.
Doubts start creeping in. Maybe the time isn’t right. What if the others are correct and I am weak, destined to always be a slave to my addiction.
I feel an emptiness burning away inside.
My phone rings, other problems to attend to. I’m snappy and end the call quickly.
I didn’t feel like this the other day. I was happy then.
I’m starting to analyse my doubts. What if they were right I think to myself?
The feeling of euphoria from the previous day is long forgotten. The doubt has now consumed my soul, my every thought.
I open the draw of my desk where I know my emergency hit is sitting awaiting my return.
Feeling like a weight has been removed from my shoulders, I reach into the draw, decision made.
I want this…they do not own me…it’s my life…my choice…I can stop smoking whenever I want…Just not today.
Hope you enjoyed my short story which I wrote a few months ago. Sadly based on my last battle.
Would appreciate any feedback.
Enjoy your week everyone.
Craig x
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Stepping out from the elevator, straight into my street, I light my first cigarette of the day, drawing the warmth of the smoke deep into my lungs, stirring my body into life. At 05.50am it will be another few hours before my brain attempts to wake up and function normally.
Stepping off the curb onto the road, I nearly go over on my ankle, correcting myself at the last minute. I remind myself that the curbs here are all different sizes; some you can lightly step off, some are so high, you need a parachute to control your decent.
Walking to my pick up point, I take in my surroundings, Giant apartment blocks surround both sides of the street, entrapping the community below, blocking out sunlight but allowing the relentless wind to pass through.
Everything I see is drab, dead or dying. No colour or life is permitted to prosper in this street.
My lift is waiting for me. Jumping into the back I greet my fellow passengers and co-workers good morning. Today I’m lucky, they return the greeting. Normally it is just acknowledged with a nod of the head. After nearly 10 weeks of the same routine I can hardly blame them.
Reaching to my side for my seat belt, I panic, it’s not there. Today, the car supplied has had them removed. “Who needs seat belts” the driver says” I’m number one driver”. I doubt this, for Christ sake you can buy a licence here for less than a hundred bucks.
Just to relax me even more, my driver leans forward and kisses the religious beads that hang from his rear view mirror.
Setting off at a hundred miles an hour, we immediately bounce over three pot holes, which jar every bone in my body.
Nearing the turn at the top of a hill, the driver flings the steering wheel to the left as a car exits a side street, narrowly missing us with no lights on and proceeds to reverse down the road. A corrupt police officer parked opposite watches on in ignorance.
Once the car hits the highway I allow myself to relax a little, cars overtaking inside and outside, driving with no lights, and the constant beeping of horns tends to keep you a tad nervous.
Arriving at our destination, I exit the car, only another 70 days to go. Welcome to my world.
Hope you enjoyed my short story which I wrote late last year. Will share others with you also.
Would appreciate any feedback.
Enjoy your week everyone.
Craig x
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