A fictional conversation with the void

Last Lock In V5XL

OK it’s been over a month since I posted.

Ok, I know I said it would be out by Christmas but I’ve been busy.

Look I know it’s no excuse…

I’m sorry…

Well be like that then!  See if I care.

Sorry.  Please come back.

Look it’s here.  You can have it free for the next 5 days apparently.

Here’s the link: The Last Lock In

Would you mind leaving a review and telling others if you enjoy it?

Ok I’ll go and finish that novel.

😉

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Trust People.

So a little over week has gone by and things are still moving albeit slightly slower than I’d hoped.

I started this entry on my trusty old Samsung Apollo but after today I’ll be updating to a shiny new phone. I haven’t told my Apollo yet I’m just going to try and let it down gently…

In more relevant news my short story collection has a title and I’m already thinking about cover art. Now this is tricky; both title and cover need to be attractive to the reader. We all know you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover but let’s face it most of us do at some point in our literary lives. So I’m getting click happy with the camera and waiting for that bolt of inspiration to strike.

I know I’ve been lucky because I have a whole host of talented people around me so even in those moments when I’m thinking “stuff it that’ll do” I’ll know there’s someone around to guide me if they think I’m making the wrong call. In addition to my wife who has been my reader in residence, sounding board and moral support throughout the process I’ve had the guidance of an extremely talented and attractive young lady (married to my best man) who is a successful and established blogger and who has recently released her own superb short story collection on Amazon (Snapshots of a different normality a snip at 99p).  My brother in law runs his own graphic design consultancy and is also an exceptional illustrator(we’ve been talking about working together for a long time but now more than ever). All have offered help and advice throughout the publication process and their encouragement has kept me motivated when perhaps my spirits have flagged a little. I’d urge you to have a look at their work and I’ve provided the links below for you.

I guess my message this time is simple: there are people close to you who will support you and guide you.  Trust them and listen to them.

As for me I’m almost there, only life keeps getting in the way, so this week I’m unplugging Facebook and switching off twitter. Wish me luck!

www.hilllangdell.com

www.teawithafriend.co.uk

How to begin a story?

Well fingers crossed (and with a following wind) by Christmas 2012 there will be a link here to my first collection of short stories.  Provisionally titled ‘The Last Lock In’.  It’s a little darker than I intended but I hope you’ll enjoy.  In an English country pub a group of regulars swap rhymes and tales into the early hours. Here’s a sneaky peak of what’s in store…

Jamie leafed through his notepad, “most of this is work in progress” he said, against the noise of the back door being forced unsteadily open; “but there’s one that I’m quite happy with.”  He found the page he was after and looked up to make sure he had an attentive audience, before looking back down hurriedly when he realised every eye in the place was on him. He cleared his throat then began to read:

Seven figures in moonlit glade,

Seven hearts all touched by shade,

Seven secret whispered spells,

Seven fiends from seven hells,

Seven men of unfaithful thought,

Seven forms of women wrought,

Seven dancers grace the floor,

Seven couples on the moor,

Seven pairs of lips that kiss,

Seven moment’s sinful bliss,

Seven searing shafts of light,

Seven screams that pierce the night,

Seven scythes and seven hoods,

Seven smiles in secret woods.”

The room was silent for a moment than Matty broke the ice, “let that be a warning to men everywhere.”

Ted laughed “I’ll tell you what lad that’s not a bad rhyme though.  Got any more you’d like to share?”  Jamie shook his head and closed the notebook. “Like I said, they’re not ready yet.”

“What about you Ted” asked the barman, “I’ve heard you tell a few tall tales in your time.”

So begins the night of story telling, but who has the darkest tale to tell? The barmaid, the stranger, the lover, the landlord, gamekeeper, poacher, doctor, or the undertaker?

It’s almost ready and there’s a few more short stories in the pipeline that will be posted here first. So keep watching, who knows where this journey might take us all…