Archive for August, 2009

I have been VERY lucky indeed to receive an ARC copy of Lynn Viehl’s latest book Shadowlight. I can’t wait to read it! I absolutely love her books and i’m very excited to see what this new series is like. For those who don’t know what i’m talking about, here’s the info:

With a single touch, Jessa Bellamy can see anyone’s darkest secrets. She’s tried to hide her psychic ability from everyone, but a biotech company called GenHance has discovered her talent, and intends to take her, kill her and harvest her priceless DNA to sell it to the highest bidder.

A mysterious photographer named Gaven Matthias is also interested in Jessa; he’s been trying to find her for months. When GenHance makes their move, Gaven has no choice but to kidnap Jessa himself so he can protect her and convince her to join him in helping protect others like her. Jessa discovers that she can’t see any of Gaven’s secrets, so she doesn’t know if he’s telling the truth, but as a monstrous assassin created by GenHance’s experiments closes in on them, she must decide if the strong attraction they share is proof enough that Gaven is her greatest ally — or is a smokescreen hiding a terrible secret.

You can find a pre-order link to the book on the following links. here and here

Hello! this is my first time doing “Excerpt Monday,” a scheme that my good friends on the Divas came up with to show off some of your work every first monday of the month. So, without further ado, here is my contrabution.

Tea Break.

Poetry should be a musical
thing, like music should be
physical. A complicated
dance, a flair of perfection,
a concise blending of two
worlds. A triumph of wit
but with a songlike sound,
an imagining of epic
proportions with a haunted
melody, or a joyful burble
of noises joined together
through the nonsense of language.

It’s just a pity my orchestra is on a tea break.

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This is one of my favourite poems (that i’ve written) because it is so unintentionally good. I wrote it in a Poetry class in University because i couldn’t think of a poem to write. I think it’s one of my best ones now

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Primal Thrill

Graceful but deadly. Pacing back and forth, a fluid motion. Grunts and roars of frustration hang in the air. One thick sheet of glass between predator and possible prey. One looks mournful, the other fascinated. Endlessly marking the perimeter of his diminutive kingdom.

This is no great lion of the Serengeti, but a captured force, held in the frozen lands of a zoo far from home. Where people pay to act like paparazzi and look on meekly, denying his misery.

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I wrote this poem after a trip to a zoo not far from where i live. It was quite the experience for me as i got to be up close and personal with these amazing lions, literally seperated by that thin sheet of glass mentioned in the poem. i was so deeply affected by it that i had to write a poem. This style is called a “prose poem” but you could equally call it flash fiction. the only difference is the poetic inflection (or so i was taught )

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The Museum

Marbled floor and vaulted ceilings,
brass handled doors too heavy to move.
The constant murmur of voices
surge and ebb like the sea. Flocks
of school children run and gawk,
as music swells while coffee cups clink.

There are many things to see here,
Like a Meteorite polished by the touch
of many small fingers,
and the bones of a mighty mammoth
- a spectre of the past.
And a gallery of priceless art,
staring into an empty room.

The bones of our ancestors,
the rough cut gems of the earth,
the icons of worship,
they all reside in this temple of antiquity.
The only flash of modern life resides
with the visitors themselves
as they wearily make their way out of the past
And into the modern light of day.

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Anyone who knows me well knows that i spend a LOT of time in my local museum. It is one of my favourite places to go and think, and to go and research things. There are so many amazing things that people just don’t even think about in a museum. I wrote this poem to reflect that and hopefully i’ve done it right. Too many people my age have no iterest in the past, which is a shame because it is what shapes our futures.

Thank you for visiting and i hope you enjoyed my poetry! after the Jump is the links to the other participants of this amazing venture so do me a favour and go visit a few.

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So i’ll tell you how the Writers Holiday went in slideshow format!

So i’ve been a little busy. Life has this habit of getting in the way sometimes. Life wise, things are going as well as can be expected, writing wise? not so much.

I received another Rejection a few days ago (poem didn’t fit the theme) and i realised that i’d written my entire novel wrong. Yes, you heard (well, read) me. 47,883 words down the drain.

I went to the Writers Holiday in Caerleon and learnt so many new and brilliant things which helped me develop my mad englesh skillz like init. yeah Kate Walker’s amazing Romance writing course really helped me see where my story was lacking and therefore why it wasn’t working. The only solution i could see was to start again. So writing wise it’s not going very well but i’m slowly getting back into it. In a few days i should have a post about my trip to the Holiday as well as something called “Excerpt Monday” which apparently i have to post poems for. (Thanks to Kim Knox and Leigh Royals there.)

So a full catch up is on it’s way