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Ten Years Ago Today The Creative Journey Began…

Ten years ago this week, I stopped at the local mall on my way back from work and bought a new A4 notebook and some pens.

Ten years ago today, I sat down on my front doorstep in the early evening sunshine with that notebook and one of the pens and began to write.

It would be weeks…months…before I told anybody what I was attempting to do.

At that time in my life, I knew I had to do something just for me and I decided, after a lot of soul searching, that the time felt right to put pen to paper once more.

As a child and a teenager, right into my twenties, I wrote. I wrote short stories, poems, even the first “book” but marriage and kids came along, and I put the lid back on my pen.

A series of events in both my work and my personal life took its toll on me emotionally, mentally, and physically and I recognised by early 2013 that I needed to do something just for me, something that gave me pleasure, something that relaxed me (that’s very hard to do) and something no one could take away from me.

What I sat down and began to write ten years ago today was what went on to become my debut novel, Stronger Within. The first book in the Silver Lake series. My first born “book baby.”

Now, I’ve written and blogged about this a few times over the years, so I’ll try not to repeat myself too much here.

Through losing myself in the pages of that notebook and countless others over the last ten years, I found myself too.

Writing is one of my key coping mechanisms in life. I journal extensively but writing my book babies is my escape from reality. Over the years, writing has become like oxygen to me. I need it to thrive!

Yes, there are days/evenings when my characters don’t want to play and that’s when I turn my attention to a short story or a poem or a piece of flash fiction.

There have been many occasions when I’ve read over the words that I wrote the night before and scored through them because I wasn’t happy with them.

I’m not a big planner, preferring to write from the heart and go with the flow. I always have key scenes in mind but there’s no detailed chapter plan (in fact splitting the tale into chapters is one of the last things I do), no storyboard, no character profiles. There are numerous post-its and scribbled notes and a handwritten calendar. This “pantser” approach did bite me with Book Baby 3, Bonded Souls, when I realised that I was too far through the timeline for one key scene. I wrote the scene and tried to slot it in where it was meant to be but that fundamentally didn’t work. There was no alternative…I scrapped circa 40k words and re-wrote it. Lesson learned!

Even with my current work in progress, Book Baby 8, I scrapped about 5k words and started it again.

I never actually “throw out” those scrapped words. I neatly put a line through them and start a fresh page.

I’ve kept every word I’ve written for the past 10 years and that includes blogs, short stories, gig reviews, poems…everything! That’s a lot of notebooks!

I’m not big on giving writing advice. Partly because I don’t feel qualified to do so and partly because if you are setting out on your creative journey, it’s YOUR journey so, explore and find your own path that suits your style and your story. Just because one approach works for me doesn’t mean it will work for you or anyone else. Trust in the story.

It’s been a surreal ten years. I can’t actually believe it has been ten years. Where did they go?

It’s also been an incredible ten years. I couldn’t have kept going without the encouragement, love, and support of a group of very special people. (You know who you are.)

My mantra has been a quote one of them shared on social media a long time ago.

Dreams get you started.

Discipline keeps you going.

And dreams do come true!

If you’d told me ten years ago as I sat on my front doorstep with that new notebook and pen that I’d see my name on the cover of a real book, that my words would earn five-star reviews on Amazon and that people from all over the world would read my books, I’d have laughed in total disbelief, but it’s happened…

If reading this is tempting you to pick up your own pen and start out on your own creative journey, DO IT!

There really is no feeling like making that dream come true.

Here’s to the next ten years and beyond!

Flashback Friday – have you met Ellen Lloyd?

Flashback Friday….. meet Ellen Lloyd

The cottage garden was sheltered from the breeze and, with the chimnea blazing, the patio felt cosy and intimate. Lit tealights in old jam jars were scattered around the boundary of the paved area, their flames flickering in the darkness. Plucking a gentle melody, Taylor watched as Nana and Jen brought out bowls of crisps and dips and some beers and cider. He smiled over at Ellen, who was sitting on a pile of cushions beside the fireplace.

“You ok?” asked Taylor, noting that she was staring intently at the flames.

“Never better,” she replied with a relaxed smile. “I was just daydreaming.”

“Ghosts in those flames?”

With a wistful smile, she nodded before confessing, “A year ago I couldn’t have sat here. Couldn’t stand to see flames. My dad helped me over those ghosts. Calmed my fears.”

“Shit! I never thought!”

“It’s fine, Tailz,” assured Ellen warmly. “In fact, it’s more than fine. This is perfect.”

Want to know more? Check out Ellen on Amazon today.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FYHKR44

Continue The Story – Storm (flash fiction)

This is a continue the Continue The Story moment. I wrote and shared the first part way back in November 2021. Here’s the link to jog your memory  – Continue The Story – Fact Or Fiction? (flash fiction) | Coral McCallum

Now to Continue The Story….

“It’s good to see you,” she said after a while.

They’d left the bookstore almost half an hour before and walked a couple of blocks to a bar that Luke had suggested. He’d bought her a large white wine then directed them to one of the few empty tables.

“It’s good to see you too,” he replied with a smile. That smile… her heart melted just a little bit more. “How’ve you been? Looks like the books are doing well.”

“Busy. Books are doing great. Still feels surreal to see them on the shelves,” she replied, trying not to gaze too deeply into his dark brown eyes.

Noticing a lack of rings on her left hand, he reached across the round table to touch the back of her fingers

. “What happened?”

“I found the courage to leave,” she replied quietly. “Been two years since the divorce came through. He’s remarried now.”

“And you?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.

“No one,” she half-whispered.

“Ditto,” replied Luke, still holding her hand. “My heart still belongs to…” The sentence petered out unfinished.

It had been five years since they had last met but the chemistry was still there.

“So, why did you base Storm on me?”

Laughing, she replied, “You’d never believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.” His voice was soft. He held her gaze.

“I wanted to fantasise about what might have been,” she confessed openly. “Writing about Storm was the only connection to you that I had left.”

“And, if what might have been, could be?”

The question hung in the air.

She knew her answer could change everything…

What will you be reading with your coffee this weekend?

What will you be reading with your coffee this weekend?

May I be so bold as to make a suggestion? ……

Amazon.com links –

Stronger Within – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00VXDSC1M

Impossible Depths – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01C0GS30K

Bonded Souls – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XSQHG71

Shattered Hearts – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZY8ZSDM

Long Shadows – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08RR1FGLG

Amazon.co.uk links –

Stronger Within – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00VXDSC1M

Impossible Depths – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01C0GS30K

Bonded Souls – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XSQHG71

Shattered Hearts – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07ZY8ZSDM

Long Shadows – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08RR1FGLG

Throwback Thursday…..Stronger Within

Throwback Thursday…..

His inbox was crammed full of unread mails – most of which were advertising junk. Before this infuriated him further, he tweaked his junk mail filters, then returned to his inbox. There was one email from Maddy that caught his attention. The subject heading was “Silver Lake album and merchandising artwork.” He opened the message, scanning the details about a band meeting scheduled for Friday to discuss the attachments. Jake opened the first of four attachments to reveal the three draft designs for the album cover, each significantly different. Instantly his eyes were drawn to the distinctive signature on the drawings. He opened the other three attachments and found a variety of other designs tagged as t-shirt proposals and miscellaneous. One proposed album design caught his eye – a dragon, with its wings spread out nestled inside an intricate Celtic knot. The twist of its tail reminded him of the Celtic trinity that was in the band’s logo. When had Lori found time to complete this portfolio? Why hadn’t she told him? Suddenly, he desperately wanted to talk to her, but it was four o’clock in the morning. Smiling for the first time since Monday, Jake reached for his phone and turned it on. A barrage of text alerts pinged through – he ignored them for now. Quickly he typed, “Love the designs. Love the Celtic dragon knot. Love you. J x”. He hit send.

(extract from Stronger Within, book 1 in the Silver Lake series)

If you want to read more then check out the Silver Lake series today

Amazon.com links –

Stronger Within – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00VXDSC1M

Impossible Depths – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01C0GS30K

Bonded Souls – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XSQHG71

Shattered Hearts – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZY8ZSDM

Long Shadows – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08RR1FGLG

Amazon.co.uk links –

Stronger Within – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00VXDSC1M

Impossible Depths – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01C0GS30K

Bonded Souls – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XSQHG71

Shattered Hearts – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07ZY8ZSDM

Long Shadows – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08RR1FGLG

From the Measly Jar of Motivation- Free of Sorrow (flash fiction)

And the prompts were-

A LOUD noise! An explosion? The walls all falling in. Ceilings cascading downwards. Screams. Whimpers. Crying. Cold. Darkness …then silence. Trapped in a tiny space, she curled up and closed her eyes.

She lay there for what felt like an eternity. Her stomach growled with pangs of hunger. She was thirsty and longed for a cool drink.

She was scared. Alone and trapped and scared.

Just as she was losing all hope, she heard voices. Strangers’ voices, not the familiar voices of her family. Where were her family?

Suddenly, she was blinded by light as the piece of rubble above her was lifted away. Shaking with fear, she closed her eyes, whimpering quietly.

“It’s ok. I’ve got you,” said a man’s voice as he scooped her up into his arms.

She felt the stranger gently checking her over for injuries then he carried her away from the remains of the only home she’d known. He gave her a few drops of water from a bottle.

“What you got there?” another unfamiliar voice asked the man.

“The only survivor,” replied the stranger who carried her. “Pup. Can’t be more than four or five months.”

“What you going to do with it?”

Gazing down at the scared brown eyes staring up at him, he replied, “Clear it with the boss and take her home.”

She felt his warmth seep into her tiny thin body as he carried her away from the bomb site. A few moments later, he shifted his hold on her then he was placing her inside something. He took off his jacket, laid it out then sat her down in the middle of it. Already his scent was becoming familiar and felt reassuring to her senses.

“Wait there. I’ll be back soon, princess,” he promised as he closed the car door. “Need to speak to the boss before we head home.”

She must have dozed off as the vibration of the car and its motion wakened her. Looking up, she could see her rescuer in the seat next to her.

“One stop to make then we’ll get you home, princess,” he explained softly. “Need to pick up a few supplies for you at the pet store.”

Home…that suddenly sounded good.

Home was a fourth-floor apartment overlooking the river. When he carried her into the apartment, he took her straight into the kitchen and fetched her a bowl of water. She began to lap at the cold water thirstily.

“Slowly, girl,” he cautioned, stroking her head. “You don’t want to make yourself sick now, do you?”

She paused to stare up at him then watched as he scooped some dog food into a shallow dish before setting it down in front of her. It had been such a long time since she’d eaten…

The bowl was licked clean in seconds.

“Bath time.”

She stared at him with her big brown eyes but allowed herself to be scooped up again into his arms. He carried her down the hallway to the bathroom and placed her into the bathtub. Carefully, he washed all the dust and dirt from her soft brown and white coat. Satisfied that she was clean, he drained the murky water from the bath, letting her shake herself dry before he wrapped her in a warm fluffy towel.

Once she was dry, he took her back through to the kitchen then let her explore the long narrow room while he cooked his own evening meal. Just as she had done in her old home, she sat at his feet while he ate, hoping for a titbit or two. Her ploy worked.

Hours later, as she lay curled beside him on the couch, a new red collar round her neck, she realised that she wasn’t scared any more. She was free of sorrow.

Her ordeal was over. She had a new master now instead of her mistress. He seemed gentler than the little girl who had been her previous owner. He hadn’t pulled her ears or tail once.

As he dozed off on the couch, worn out from several long days of digging through the rubble day and night, she snuggled in beside him. Now felt like a time for being safe. A time to get settled into her new forever home.

Trust (an acrostic poem)

Trust should be cherished, never taken for granted.

Respect has to be earned then sustained.

Use your judgement wisely- once gone, they’re gone forever.

Spend a few extra moments in contemplation….

Think about the cost of blowing apart either or both…

Flashback Friday – Have you met Ellen?

“It’s fine, Rocky,” said Ellen, praying she sounded calmer than she felt. “Luke, I’ll make a deal with you. One error and I’m gone. One from you and the result’s the same. You go.”

Want to know more? Check out Ellen on Amazon today.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FYHKR44

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07FYHKR44

My inner child is happily intact

Sometimes you just need to channel your inner child.

I’ve obviously been watching too much Jade Fever on a Sunday morning. (Well, there’s been no MotoGP all winter to keep me amused.) Genuinely, I don’t watch much TV but I do like to watch something while I’m ironing on a Sunday morning. A while back I stumbled across Jade Fever and curiosity got the better of me. How do you mine jade?

Crystals/gemstones are something that I am interested in and I have a growing collection. It was only natural to be curious about where they come from

(For the equally curious among you- Huge Jade Lens Is A Challenge To Cut | Jade Fever – YouTube)

Anyways…I digress slightly. For Mother’s Day recently, my Boy Child bought me a “gemstone dig kit”. (He also got me a gold panning kit complete with fool’s gold. – Ok I may also have been watching Yukon Gold after Jade Fever on a Sunday morning.)

I was way too excited about my dig kit!

The day after Mother’s Day was a miserable wet Monday. It had been a long day logged into work. The rainy weather had put paid to all thoughts of going for a meander after work. To be honest, I was more than a little fed up then I remembered my dig kit.

Time to get mining!

I cleared my desk and set up my dig kit, complete with my brick to be mined. There were some plastic tools provided in the kit- a double ended excavation tool, a brush and a magnifying glass.

I started to dig, trying not to get chalky dust everywhere. That brick was harder than it looked!

A few minutes later I uncovered the edge of my first gemstone. I was like a kid on Christmas morning! I’d found one!

Digging out the slender piece of clear quartz didn’t take too long.

One down, two to go.

I dug more towards the middle of the brick and finally uncovered a small brown edge. I’d found my second gemstone!

This one was larger and buried deeper in the brick. I kept digging. Eventually, the beautiful piece of Tiger’s Eye came loose. Very pretty.

Two down, one to go.

I moved my dig site to the right and sure enough, a few minutes later, I unearthed a small purple edge of a piece of amethyst.

It took a bit of digging out as I happily hacked away at the chalky brick with my plastic pickaxe thing. Finally, the crystal came free.

All in all, it took me about thirty minutes to dig the three gemstones out.

Half an hour where I was channelling my inner child and the real world ceased to exist.

Innocent carefree fun and I enjoyed every second of it.

Next rainy Monday, you’ll find me and my inner child panning for fool’s gold.

Love is in the air for FREE this Easter – Stronger Within FREE to download to kindle this weekend

Love is in the air for free this Easter weekend….

When she came out of the restaurant a few minutes later, Jake was standing waiting for her beside the truck. He was smiling and looked every inch the rock star with his tight black jeans, loose black shirt and long blonde hair. Everything about him was the polar opposite to her previous boyfriends. Well, it was time she had a bit of fun she guessed, as she reached the truck. As he lifted her up onto the seat, he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead. She lifted her face and brushed a gentle kiss onto his cheek.

“Thanks for dinner.”

“Pleasure,” said Jake, closing the door gently.

Lori noticed the half full bottle of wine was sitting in the centre console storage box. She also caught sight of a guitar case behind the driver’s seat.

Want to know more… well Stronger Within, book one in the Silver Lake series is FREE to download this Easter weekend.

Check it out using the links below:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00VXDSC1M

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00VXDSC1M