Monthly Archives: September 2023

Pawprints

You looked up into my eyes and I knew it was time.

I cradled you as my heart started to crumble.

Selfishly I wanted…needed…more time,

But my head spoke louder than my heart in the end.

As the drugs coursed through your tiny veins,

I stroked your dark head, still so soft.

I told you I loved you.

My heart broke as you slipped peacefully away.

My tears fell as you left your final tiny pawprints tattooed on my heart.

(Sioux  4 Nov 2004 – 6 Sep 2023)

Have you met my two favourite girls?

Have you met my two favourite girls, Ellen and Riley?

Riley

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The Measly Jar of Motivation – The Magical Powers of a New Pencil (flash fiction)

Skliffing his feet through the piles of dry autumn leaves that littered his walk to school, he trudged along the road. He hated Wednesdays. It was the absolute worst day of the week! Even Mondays were better than Wednesdays.

On Mondays, they had a maths test in the morning. He loved maths! Numbers made perfect sense to him. Correct answers flew from his pencil into his jotter.

Tuesdays weren’t so bad. They had PE on Tuesday afternoons. He loved when they did gymnastics. He wasn’t so keen on team games. No one ever wanted him on their team, and he was always among the last to be picked.

The best thing about Thursdays was swimming and diving. He’d begged and pleaded with his mum and dad to be allowed to learn to dive. You had to be a certain height to join the diving club, but he was tall for his age, so he had been allowed to join a year before a lot of others who were his age. His coach said he might even make the team for the next competition at the end of the month.

Fridays were great. They had pizza on Fridays.

Weekends were ok, he supposed. Sometimes his older brother would take him with him when he went out with his mates, and he got to hang about with the kids who rode BMX bikes and did stunts at the skatepark. He’d got his own BMX for his birthday during the summer holidays, but he was still scared to try any tricks…. yet. Maybe next time….

He could see the school gates a few yards ahead of him.

He hated Wednesdays….

It was all because of a hat. He desperately wanted to be allowed to wear the Spelling Wizard hat for the day, but his letters came out in all the wrong places. Why couldn’t letters be smart like numbers and come out of the pencil into the jotter in the right order? Letters were evil but he really really wanted to wear the pointy hat. It reminded him of the Sorting Hat from Harry Potter, and he was sure if he just got the chance to wear it once then his letters would land in the right order on the page. It was usually Jennifer or Christopher who got to wear it. They always got all the words right. Sometimes they had to share the hat. One got to wear it for the morning and the other got to wear it in the afternoon. He wouldn’t mind having to share it.

All term he had tried everything to get full marks. He had even borrowed Jennifer’s pencil to see if that helped. If the letters came out of it in the right order for her then maybe, they might behave for him too. No such luck! He had only scored seven out of fifteen that week.

The bell rang as he entered the gates.

“Spelling jotters out, class,” instructed his teacher as soon as she had called out the register.

Bother Jennifer and Christopher were off ill! Maybe, just maybe, this was his chance to wear the hat.

He took a brand-new pencil out of his pencil case.

Taking extra care to make his writing neat, he wrote down his answers word by word as the teacher read them out to the class from her sheet. Before he handed his jotter in to be marked, he read down the list of words quickly. They looked right…

“Class, complete the sums that are up on the board, please. If you finish before the time is up, take one of the worksheets from the blue tray.”

He finished the twenty sums within minutes and was on his second worksheet from the tray by the time the teacher told them to close their maths jotters.

As she lifted the Spelling Wizard hat, he held his breath.

“We have a new wizard this week,” she announced. “This week’s spelling wizard is Ryan! Well done!”

The class all cheered as she placed the coveted hat on his head. He had finally done it.

Smiling out from under its wide brim, he said, “Thank you,” to the teacher before carefully putting his new pencil back into the pencil case. From now on, it was his “spelling pencil” because the letters knew how to come out of that one in the right order.

How many characters have you created?…

“How many characters have you created?” … that was the question that was put to me recently.

And the answer?…  I have no idea!

I have heard that there are authors out there who keep strict records of all their characters.

This author has scribbled notes on scraps of paper or post its stuffed into polypockets in the notebooks she has filled…. truth!

I do have a nice teal leather journal where I jot down potential character names and character traits or potential fictitious band names so perhaps there is a glimmer of hope. LOL

The question got me thinking about the various characters I’ve created over the past ten years or more. (If I go back far enough, its nearly 40 years for some aspects of Jake and Lori.)

I love the central characters on my book babies. The more I write about them and develop them, the more I begin to think about them as “real” people. As a writer, you spend as much time in your head with this “fictional family” as you do with your real family…sometimes more. Through time, thy take on personalities all of their own.

But what other minor characters have stuck with me?

The first to spring to mind is Reuben (Ben) Storm who made an appearance around Christmas 2018 in a short story I titled, A Party Dress, An Ugly Sweater And A Christmas Surprise.  Every now and then I think fondly of him and wonder what story he has to tell. There may be another outing for him one day…time will tell.

My dark angel, Anna, from my serialised vampire fiction Silently Watching is another favourite. It’s over nine years since I created her and began setting her free around various full moons. Like Reuben Storm, I feel she has a back story to tell us. Writing the Silently Watching instalments is always fun.

Thinking about minor characters in my book babies who have stolen my heart, Nana from Ellen is a standout. I love that little old lady!

Eden Friend, from Long Shadows, the final instalment of my Silver Lake series, is an intriguing young lady. I don’t want to give away any spoilers in case some Silver Lake lovers haven’t met her yet but she’s another one who could have more to say in due course.

The dark characters who were fun to write were Nicole Tonriverdi and Salazar Mendes, both from the Silver Lake series. Ms Tonriverdi may have had her day but with the right story, Sal’s past could be explored one day.

The more I pause to think about these characters, the more ideas are forming a queue in my imagination!

At the end of the day, no matter how many “people” I create, I’ll always be grateful to Lori Hyde and Jake Power for the creative path they set me on. Both of those characters had lived in my imagination for a very long time before I found the confidence to put pen to paper and set them free. Thank you will never seem enough to say to them.

I am currently working on Book Baby 8. There will be more news about it in due course and hopefully 2024 will see me share these characters with you. Time will tell…

Silently Watching Once In A Blue Moon – court is in session

Sitting in his assigned seat, Jem gazed around the circular court chamber. It was much bigger than he had anticipated. He had been brought down to the bowels of the castle around eight thirty by one of the minor court officials. Initially, he had been shown to the rooms he would share with Trine for the duration of the trial then a short while later, a second official had escorted him back up two floors to the court room.

The purebloods were all seated at a long, curved table facing towards the centre of the room and the rows of seats where the witnesses were gathering. Including Trine, they were all dressed in identical blue velvet robes. Something wasn’t right, he thought as he scanned the serene faces of the vampires. Quickly he counted them. Twelve. Someone was missing. Checking along the row, he realised that it was Alessandro who was conspicuous by his absence.

A large metal box sat in the centre of an intricate circular pattern drawn on the slate floor in the centre of the room. It was positioned directly in front of the pure bloods. Coils of red rope lay either side of it.

All around him, the air reeked of magic.

He turned his attention to the pure bloods who were quietly whispering among themselves. Stefan and his mother sat to the right of a large, bald, coloured gentleman. He assumed that he was Jefferson. To his left there was an empty seat then there was Michael. To his mother’s right sat a striking looking vampire who had to be Jai from India. At the far right of the table, Trine sat chatting to the gentleman beside her. Taking a guess, Jem figured it had to be Miguel.

Standing at intervals around the room were numerous court officials all dressed in identical black tailcoats and black trousers with red piping down the outside of their legs. They wore white high-collared shirts with white cravats. There were three officials who wore red cravats and Jem guessed that they must be the senior officials. Each of them held a wooden staff with an ornate silver top piece. All three were different.

Behind him, he heard the shuffling of feet as other witnesses took their seats. Once they were seated, Jefferson got to his feet and raised his hands. His height was what struck Jem first. The vampire stood at least seven feet tall. He was an imposing figure of a man.

Silence fell upon the chamber.

The three officials with the staffs, raised them then brought them down hard on the slate floor in unison as Jefferson recited an incantation in a language that Jem was unfamiliar with.

A shock wave reverberated through the chamber. He could almost see it ripple through the air.

“The chamber is now sealed,” declared Jefferson. He spoke with a deep warm American accent that revealed he was most likely originally from Louisiana or thereabouts. “The seal will remain unbroken until this trial concludes, a verdict is agreed upon and, if appropriate, the sentence laid out. The verdict of this trial must be reach by a majority of no less than three and there can be no abstentions.”

He paused to glance along the table.

“Some of you will have noticed that one of the thirteen has yet to take their seat,” he continued. “They are however present in the room so we can proceed. Michael, please bring the accused before us.”

With a nod, Michael got to his feet and walked round to stand in front of the metal crate. He kept his back to the witnesses as he removed the protection from the box and slid back the bolts. Stepping behind the door, he pulled it open, keeping it between himself and the opening.

Instantly a blood curdling scream filled the chamber as Alessandro emerged from inside the crate, dragging a furious Anna with him. With the rattle of the shackles echoing round the room, Alessandro pulled the dark angel to her feet and pushed her into position directly in front of Jefferson. She spat on him, screaming curses at the top of her voice.

Speaking in the same foreign tongue, Jefferson recited another incantation, weaving intricate magical symbols in the air with his huge hands. The cursing stopped. As silence fell, the shackles fell loose and the fine chains that had been binding Anna’s arms and wings disappeared.

Free from his charge for the first time in six long months, Alessandro stood rubbing his wrists for a moment before bowing to the table of pure bloods.

“Please excuse me un momento,” said the Italian vampire politely.

“You are excused for ten minutes, Alessandro,” advised Jefferson, indicating that he could leave the room.

“Grazie.”

Less than ten minutes later, Alessandro returned to the court room, dressed in his blue robes and took his seat at the table. In the interim, two of the officials had removed the metal box.

Anna stood still and silent in a pentagram that had been drawn on the floor directly in line with the centre of the table.

Clearing his throat, Jefferson addressed the room, “Court is now in session. The trial of our sister Anna, daughter of Trystan, has now commenced. The list of charges is lengthy and runs to more than a hundred individual breaches of the code of conduct that we are bound by. There is a full list of these charges in front of each of you but for the benefit of our guests, each golden rule has been broken on multiple occasions. There are five charges listed where all the rules were broken simultaneously by the actions of our sister.”

He paused.

“This trial will be lengthy. It will be complex. There will be hours of testimony and debate, but I implore each of you to stick to the facts as they are presented in this chamber over the coming days, weeks, months…”

Again, he paused.

“While the court is in session, our sister Anna will remain standing within the sacred symbol as she is now. Enchantments prevent her from moving from this spot during the session. Enchantments will also force her to speak her whole truth. Should she attempt to lie, she will be instantly punished by the magic that binds her to the pentagram. In due course, if any of our witnesses are called to stand before the Thirteen, the same laws apply. If there are no questions, we shall commence.”

No one spoke.

“I call our first witness…”

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Meet The Writer pt 6-10

A new month beckons so time to share the next instalment of my Meet The Writer series. As I mentioned last month, this was first shared as a 15-day challenge on my author Facebook page back in July. The final instalment will be shared next month.

#meetthewriter Day 6/15 – MUSIC….

this question made me smile. Those who know me personally already know the answer. It’s no secret that I love my rock music. My books (so far) all centre around music so listening to music aids the creative process. Alexa is my musical writing buddy! (And my work buddy for during the day job) I’d be here all day trying to name everyone who’s on my playlist! Ok- there’s a fair bit of Alter Bridge, Black Stone Cherry, Halestorm, Rival Sons, Dirty Honey, Cardinal Black, Kris Barras…..I could go on and on and on…Read my music blog https://the525toglasgow.wordpress.com/ and you’ll get the gist of it. If I’m writing outdoors, I do however prefer the sounds of nature around me.

#meetthewriter Day 7/15….LIFE….

I love “meandering” – going for a leisurely walk especially after a day logged on at work as it clears the “workday” from the rest of the day. I love to walk along the beach and feel sand under my feet. It grounds me. I also enjoy wandering through woodland. Most mornings I start the day with some yoga and a short yoga meditation combined with some Reiki.

I love reading. My kindle is never far away, and I have a house full of books of all genres.

I’m also a keen amateur photographer. You don’t want to know how many photos are on my phone!

As I mentioned before I love music and I also collect vinyl. I really do need to find a better way to store it….

I love going to gigs as time allows and I review those on my music blog The525to Glasgow.

Something you might not know is that I also run a real-life rock star’s fan page on FB and a sister account on Instagram. That FB page has a following of over 60k…..if only my author page could catch up LOL

Suffice to say…life’s busy.

#meetthewriter Day 8/15.WORDS….

what do I write…. well, my novels (so far) have all been contemporary romance along a rock music theme. Admittedly Riley is a bit different to the others. I try to write “real” believable characters into my book babies.

I blog and if you’ve explored that then you already know it’s an eclectic mix of all sorts. I do tend to have fun with different genres on there especially my Silently Watching serialised vampire fiction that has been running for 9 years now.

I also write poetry. In fact, I was published as a poet before I wrote any of my book babies.

I write music blogs too for my The525toGlasgow blog that chronicle the gigs I attend.

I journal extensively. It’s a great coping mechanism. I also write a diary every night before bed.

I kind of feel I should add that I write my Tesco list every week too! LOL

#MeetTheAuthor Day 9/15… TOOLS….

I’ve mentioned before I write all my first drafts longhand so the weapons of creation of choice are usually pens with brightly coloured ink. Black and blue are too boring! Invariably the ink is purple but, I’ll let you into a wee secret, I always write the first drafts of the Silently Watching stories in green ink. 🙂

I’ve written my way through more pens than I care to think of. I’m a sucker for pens so I’ve dozens but for Book Baby 8 I’m using Zebra Fountain Pens in purple ink. Yup- real old school with a nib pen.

I’ve stayed loyal to Pukka notepads for my writing. I started Stronger Within in one and have stuck with them. I buy them in 5’s – all the same colour. I love a good Back To School stationery sale! For my blogs I tend to use slightly fancier notebooks. Normal blog posts get written at the front and gig reviews at the back.

My Continue the Story journal is the exception in a way. I always write in pencil in it.

#MeetTheWriter Day 10/15. TALISMAN…

Today’s question kind of stopped me in my tracks. I am a creature of habit. I am one of those annoying people you could just about set your watch to. I like my things to be about me and to be in their place (even if it could be argued as being cluttered) but the honest answer to this question is …no. Unless you count a glass of water, juice, mug of coffee or glass of wine. Once I get into my “writing head” I’m in those pages and the world about me has been shut out so the surroundings don’t really matter much.