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Hop over to Milo James Fowler's blogsite to see his Tiz More Blessed Giveaway hop.
I have a copy of my Ultimate Sacrifice short story Up for Grabs. It has a little romance, though it is a gritty story about a young woman and her soldier boyfriend and how she copes with others; reactions around her when he is badly injured.
Just leave a comment and I will endeavour to send the winner a copy via email. Closing time for entries Friday 13th December. Lucky for some ;O)
Apologies that I've been swamped, so had to put blogging in snooze mode for a while.
Here's a topic to get your creative juices flowing from Denise's monthly blog hop challenge:
Sharing: the joint use of a resource or space. What will your characters share?
Will you choose prose or poetry to describe the scene in which your characters weave their tale? Sign up to the Linky at Write Edit Publishand post your entry on 22nd November 2013 and get some great feedback and writing practice.
Before I go into my post, I would just like to say I have missed you all. I came back (in my last post) and then my Dad needed me, because his nursing home had begun to neglect him badly, which meant a lot of phone calls and travelling and anxiety and heartache. I also
got migraines from all the tension and so had to stay away from the
computer til today.
Now my father has finally moved a few miles away from me to a new home,
but he's extremely frail and so for however long we have together, I shall
do my best to make him know how loved and special he is to me.
My latest read is Brick Lane by Monica Ali and I just had to share these excellent showingexcerpts:
1. Razia lit up and light grey trails from her nose mingled with the fibrous tendrils of her hair. You can just see it can't you? 2. "Yes, then he wants a Year Off!" She spoke the words as if they were two turds dangling from the end of a stick. Now doesn't that capture the mood and the tone of the words well?
Hugs to everyone who left such lovely, supportive comments and wishes during my recent horribulus two months. VERY Much appreciated. Bless you!
I have been re-reading Stephen Kuusisto's Planet of the Blind. It's not often I re-read novels and the second time has been as enjoyable and rewarding as the first. A wealth of description and showing which is a real treat.
My mother is now in a nursing home 200 miles away from me and I, it seems, must learn to let go. It's a chance for me to get back to my life and get on with things again. It has been a very tumultuous time for so many reasons, but I keep reminding myself that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
I hope the past two months have made you all stronger.
Things continue to be tough at the moment, for a number of reasons and take up almost all our time, but we are soldiering on.
My husband's father died peacefully with family around his beside yesterday morning. My mother is making slow progress in some areas and obviously a cause for concern in others. My father continues to deteriorate. Sleepless nights and poor appetites are the order of the day.
I recommend this book. It's excellent: A Time to Care by Emily Ackerman.
Sorry that I have been away for my own Blogfest and from my blog.
My husband and I are currently coping with a triple whammy family crisis that involves all three of our remaining parents being terminally ill. Two with dementia with other health complications and one with a heart deterioration. I would like to thank all my loyal supporters and also Misha for helping host my Blogfest, while I have been away.
I'm hoping to get back on track sometime soon, but please know I am missing you all. I look forward to a time when I can return to the heady days of care-free cyber socialisation, perhaps!
I am currently reading A Time To Care by Emily Ackerman which is already helping.
On a happier note, I have more haiku published in this month's scifaikuest
Have you read any novels where you have yet to see the films/ TV
adaptations? Or seen any films where you are keen to read the original novel?
I have done a lot of catching up since Novel Films Blogfest 1 in 2011, such as reading The Rotters Club; Adjustment Bureau; The Firm; Stormbrfeaker; About A Boy.
While I found I couldn't get into Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg and The Other Boelyn Girl by Philippa Gregory
I have seen The Hobbit; Never Let Me Go; Neverwhere but I have yet to see the film of The Handmaid's Tale or read: The Blindside by Michael Lewis The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd The Colour Purple by Alice Walker Brick Lane by by Monica Ali K-Pax by Gene Brewer The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger Matilda by Roald Dahl
Oh and discovered I have read and seen Anna of the Five Towns by Alan Bennett, though sadly this is not available on DVD
How about you?
I'd like to thank everyone who has supported this 3 day Blogfest.
Which novels that so far haven’t yet been made into films/ TV adaptations would you like to see and
Now this is a question I often pose myself when I am reading and now wish I had kept a comprehensive list. For the sake of this Blogfest, I'll throw a few suggestions into the mix of those that I recall crossing my mind as having Film/ animation/ TV dramatisation potential:
The Gervase Phinn books would make a great series like those of James Herriot
The Chaos Walking Trilogy by Patrick Ness
Cosmic by Frank Cotterill Boyce
The Vanishing Act of Esmé Lennox by Maggie O'Farrell
Day 1 ~ Are there any novels you have seen as films/ TV adaptations in which the novel left you cold? OR vice versa?
have consumed a vast collection of novels and related films, equally of which I adore. However, there are a few novels for which I confess
enjoying the films/ TV adaptations, but just couldn't get into the
I'm sure there are plenty who would disagree and I appreciate they likely have different tastes and expectations to mine.
I guess since film/ TV and writing are separate/diverse media it is understandable that this can happen, when reading and viewing preferences/appetites differ.
rainbow smile rapidly deflated, as the late, spring sunshine made its way
through the smallest chink of unobscured window. What if she won? What would
she take? Could she find her swimming costume? Where was her passport and was
it up to date? After all it was now some years since she had come to live in
the UK. She closed her laptop and slowly squeezed out of the little nook;
edging past stacks of novels she didn’t need to read. She reserved this space,
because it was near to power and telephone sockets, but one day it might also
be needed for more of her ‘finds’. Like a
narrow cat trail in a lawn, she followed the strip of carpet she had left,
along the landing and down the staircase. Between piles of papers, bags and stacked-up
things she had found on her various forays into charity shops; she could just
glimpse her front door at the end of the corridor. She couldn’t get into the
living-room anymore and she had long since stopped cooking for herself, now
that the kitchen appliances were no longer accessible. Somewhere a letter from the council lurked;
filed away in one of her precious piles. The dust, stale, musty smell and lack
of space didn’t bother her, so much as when others tried to make her give up
her precious possessions or suggest taking them away. A panic attack threatened
to rack her body. NO she could not part with any of her things. She
began to gasp uncontrollably. The doorbell rang, startling Kate. A welcome
distraction from her anxieties and her breathing began to calm. She hurried to
let her daughter, a regular visitor, inside, but it wasn't Claire. “Mrs. O’Donnell?” the official,
suited woman asked, standing beside an official, suited man, with briefcase in
hand. “Yes” Kate said swallowing
the lemon drop of shock and disappointment. “We are from The Council” the woman
began. “We arranged an appointment for this morning to visit you regarding 45,
Bay View. I trust you received the letter?” a pause “As stated, failure to
comply with the terms and conditions of your lease require you to vacate this
property in fourteen days. May we come in?” Knowing how right her daughter had been
about vacation, Kate hurried to shut the door against them. Predictably, it jammed;
always hard to close these days with the hoards of belongings she had amassed.
She looked down to see what could be causing the obstruction this time, when
the official man thrust the eviction notice at her, his shiny shoe, wedged in
Check out this link for more information about compulsive hoarding.
On a personal note: Please pray for my 84 yr old MOTHER, who has fractured her spine, has arthritis and an infection. So I will be offline a lot I'm afraid. Thanks If anyone feels able to co-host my Novel Films IIBloghop, I would be very grateful Thank you!
Any questions or observations, please comment below.
Like last time, Novel Films Blogfest I, it will be a three day fest and on each day there will be something different:
However, you can choose to post on just one day if you prefer.
Oh and do please shout out about this Blogfest and add the button to your own blogs. Thank you
On a personal note: Please
pray for my 84 yr old mother, who has fractured her spine, has
arthritis and an infection. So I will be offline a lot I'm afraid.
Thanks If anyone feels able to co-host my Novel Films IIBloghop, I would be very grateful Thank you!
They say no good deed goes
unpunished. I had two bullet holes in me to prove it.
My tale of woe, like so
many others before and since, starts with a girl. But this one was just a
kid—snatched off the street while out for an evening stroll with her parents. I
should have known better than to take the case, considering how little I had to
go on, but times were tough, and I needed the money.
I couldn’t have known how
much it would cost me in the end—or how special that girl truly was.
“They’re here.” Wanda
Wood, my part-time secretary and full-time confidant, let the drapes fall back
in place on her front window. “You sure about this, Charlie? Leaving town?
Ain’t like you.”
“Can’t stay here. Not with
Ivan gunning for me.” I winced, adjusting the sling that held my right arm. I
glanced around Wanda’s apartment—a nice place, but not nearly big enough for
the both of us. Had it been a week already? “As much as I’ve appreciated it.”
“I wouldn’t let anybody
come after you.” She sat down beside me on the sofa.
“My own personal
bodyguard.” I chucked her under the chin.
She shook her head, blonde
curls bobbing. “You save that little girl’s life, and you’re the one who pays
for it. Office burned to the ground, your friend killed—” Just as her eyes
started to glisten with tears, she turned away from me. “Life really ain’t fair
“Hey.” I touched her
cheek, and she fixed me with her pair of shining sapphires.
“The mayor’s office is a
real step up, don’t you think?”
“I liked working for you.”
“And you will again.” I
stood. “Soon as I get my detective agency up and running in Little Tokyo, I’ll
send for you. It’ll be just like old times. You’ll see.” I raised an eyebrow at
her. “Unless you don’t like the idea.”
“Oh, I like it fine.” She
took the crooked arm I extended toward her—like I was the one escorting her to
the door and not the other way around. “I’m just afraid I’ll never see you
“You should be so lucky.”
She gave me a playful
shove. I gave her a peck on the cheek.
“You’re a hero, Charlie.
Don’t let anybody tell you different, not even your own self.”
Here's Milo's original typed MS for the character and story:
Have any of you kept your original MS's from years back in your earliest writing days, like Milo?