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My guest today is Steve Emmett – reviewer, writing coach and author of deeply scary horror novels. He is here today in celebration of the release of his novel Diavolino in paperback and to tease us a little, I hope, about his WIP.

Many thanks for joining me today, Steve. I know you’re a busy man!

Steve: Well, thanks for asking me to come. I don’t get out much these days and I look forward to invitations such as this. It does mean I may ramble a lot, so be warned. Oh, and I ought to say that I don’t do much by way of reviews these days, I’m just too wrapped up in my own writing and I’ve landed rather a lot of paid editing work!

Elin: Oh, grand news! So on to the questions. Diavolino was published firstly as an e-book and has done very well. Now it is out in paperback has your attitude to it changed? Does it feel more ‘real’ now you can hold a physical copy of the book in your hands? Continue Reading »

Happy Tuesday

Reasons to be cheerful:

  • It’s sunny and warm. I think we may be having summer this week!
  • Yesterday, I got a bit of a mammoth’s tooth stuck in my finger! First person in Wales to be bitten by a mammoth in 15 thousand years, probably! Go me!
  • This morning I finished writing a very tricky inserted scene in my pirate novel. So glad that’s over.
  • My dog is upside down and looks like he’s smiling.
  • My story “A Few Days Away” has been accepted for the Lashings of Sauce anthology that will be out in July!
  • I have organised my mind to bother some authors to do Comfy Chair interviews!
  • At work, I have not only finished the annual reconciliation but have finished the April one and done the prep work for May’s AND have made a new price list for the shop. Of course I would much sooner have been editing On A Lee Shore or finishing A Fierce Reaping, but I need a day job and this one means I can get bitten by mammoths!

On the whole a damn fine day, I think. Now I need to write a bit more. I only hope it doesn’t ruin my mood.

 

Back to the usual SSS format this week! Yes I remembered to register – go me!

But last weeks neglect was useful because it introduced Moried, no friend to the scruffy bunch in Troop Three.

This weeks Sunday Six is from my WIP A Fierce Reaping, a story of the Gododdin, set in Scotland and Northumbria in the 7th century AD.  A reminder of the premise – King Marro of Din Eidin is alarmed by the encroachment of Saxon forces lead by Aethelfrith upon the lands just south of his borders. With the help of Gwlygad, his steward, he devises a plan to drive the Saxons back to the south. He gathers a band of heroes, trains and feasts them for a year and unleashes them on the Saxons in the spring.  But at this point in the story Marro has three hundred young men packed into a small space with energy to spare and nobody to fight apart from each other.

“And how goes the training?” Moried asked.  “I hope that Cynon is providing instruction in baggage handling and camp fire cookery because we won’t be able to take non-combatants and one can’t expect real soldiers to sully themselves with domestic chores.”
“You mean you kill it and we’ll cook it?” Cynfal snorted.  “Spit roast Saxon with horseradish might put some hair on your chest.”
Moried glanced at the front of Cynfal’s shirt, unlaced in the heat of the hall. “Speaking from experience, I see.”

 

Click on the picture above to go to the Six Sentence Sunday site and see the list of participating authors. There’s something there for  everyone.

Today the Olympic torch was lit at Land’s End, the southernmost tip of the UK. It was a very touching ceremony. The flame had been carried from Greece to Cornwall in the safety of an old brass Davey lamp, as carried by miners back in the days when we still had a mining industry. They had to get all kinds of permissions to carry a flame on an aeroplane, but the miner’s lamps would have been by far the safest means of transporting it.

Ben Ainslie, the first torch bearer, shows the torch to the crowd.

Ben Ainslie was the first in the relay. A local lad, a sailor with several Olympic gold medals and, we hope more to come, he was clearly delighted to have the honour of starting the journey. It was very touching to see him move slowly through the crowd allowing them to have their moment to hold the torch as he passed.

Over the next 70 days the torch will pass from hand to hand as it is carried through the towns and villages, from city to city, passing through all the most densely populated areas and a few where there are just sheep 🙂

To celebrate this event a bunch of us have got together and will be making a post a day about the areas through which the torch will travel. The site is here and I’ll be posting links as and when I remember :D. My first slot will be Day 8 – next Saturday! – and I’ll be covering the southern valleys of Wales. Yep there will be sheep!

Can you think of any reasonable secular reason why two sensible adults who love each other shouldn’t be able to say so, committing solely to each other in the sight of all their friends and families? I’m racking my brains and I can’t.

If you can’t either and you live in the UK please consider going to this web page:

http://www.homeoffice.gov.uk/publications/about-us/consultations/equal-civil-marriage/

The government of the UK are actually consulting the citizens of the country about their feelings on extending the possibility of civil marriages, as opposed to civil partnerships, to those who want them. In addition anyone who would like to change an existing civil partnership to a marriage will be able to do so.

This does NOT mean that churches will be forced to marry anyone they do not wish to marry. Nor will they lay themselves open to prosecution by such refusals. This shouldn’t make a ha’p’orth of difference to those religious organisations who would not agree to conducting such marriages.

It shouldn’t make a difference but you can bet it does and that the Home office is getting a good number of “OMG the cities of the plains!!1!” responses to the consultation. If you believe that every human being has the right to love and be loved by another consenting adult of whatever sex, gender, orientation, then please take some time to fill in the online consultation form. It would be a terrible pity if the only people who did it were the haters.

 

 


Please have a look at my otherblog today where I am talking about the marvellous work done by the Albert Kennedy Trust – a UK charity that supports LGBT teens who have been ejected from their family homes after coming out.

I’m offering both a copy of my novella “Alike As Two Bees” to a commenter that I’ll pick randomly on the 20th when the Hop finishes, because those are the rules. But I’m also offering to make a donation to AKT on that commenters behalf. Please drop by if you have time. AKT are great folks.

 I’ve been so sick this week that I forgot to register! I have just about got a working brain again so sincere thanks to everyone who commented last week and apologies for not replying individually to you. Next time,  I promise I will do better.

Six Sentence Sunday – lot’s of opportunities to sample a range of works from sci fi to paranormals to action adventure to historicals by way of masses of red hot het erotica.

But I’m not doing it this week so I can post a longer than usual excerpt.

Cynfal arrives in Din Eidin under stressful circumstances and sets about making an impression.

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Qs for Stevie.

Today my guest in the Comfy Chair is my friend Stevie Carroll, author of ‘The Monitors’, in Noble Romance’s Echoes of Possibilities, which was longlisted by the Tiptree Awards in 2010. She has also written short stories that appeared in British Flash and Tea and Crumpet, anthologies published by the UK Meet organisation. Her first solo collection of short stories, A Series of Ordinary Adventures, is published by Candlemark and Gleam in May.

Hi Stevie, thanks for joining me today.

Stevie: Thank you for having me here.

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Here’s the usual Sunday Six [click on the link to see other participating authors]. Taken from my WIP A Fierce Reaping set in Scotland and Northumbria in the 7th century AD,   it follows on closely from last weeks. Cynfal and his friends have decided to provide an escort for their down to earth cavalry commander, Cynon. Cynon, while touched, can’t take the situation entirely seriously.

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“Since you want me to be honoured I’ll need a cupbearer,” Cynon said. “March took a turn last time, Pup can’t do it until he learns not to giggle and Aeddan wouldn’t be able to resist dropping a good loud fart into a lull in conversation. Cynfal – what about you?”
“Why me?” Cynfal asked with a grin.
Cynon grinned too. “Apart from anything else, you’re about the cleanest.”

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I’m trying to read everyone and comment, but I’m getting masses of ‘Service unavailable’ or timed out messages this week. Sorry, me dears. I do love you, really!

My guest today is Sue Roebuck, whose novel “Perfect Score” was on everyone’s TBR list when it came out and was nominated for an Epic award.  Sue has recently released a novel with Etopia Press. Hewhay Hall examines the nature of good and evil and the importance of courage.

Hi, Sue and thanks for agreeing to answer my questions.

Sue: Thanks Elin. Gosh *wriggles a bit* this chair’s comfy, just wish my feet could reach the ground. Never mind, I’ll curl up.

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Elin: There are some scenes in Hewhay Hall that I found kept me awake at night. Do you think you have to enjoy the scary stuff to be able to write it?

Sue: I think it’s got something to do with enjoying scaring the living daylights out of yourself. To let you into a secret, I had nightmares when I was writing “Hewhay Hall”.

Elin: Are there any horror stories or films that you would recommend as a ‘must read/see’ list to a novice?

Sue: You know, I’m not entirely sure how to define “horror”. I just like reading and writing what is “out of the ordinary”. I cut my teeth on C.S. Lewis’s Narnia series and Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland. Then I went onto The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, and then Mervyn Peake’s wonderful Gormenghast Trilogy which I adored – and I mean the books, not the TV series – and anything by Terry Pratchett, especially if it features Granny Weatherwax and Death. I don’t suppose any of those are actually horror books, they’re just unusual (and the weirder the better). As an adult I remember being glued to the screen watching Stephen King’s The Shining which led me to read Carrie and Misery. Nowadays, as long as the book has quirky characters and is out of the ordinary, I’ll read it (I just finished Michel Faber’s The Crimson Petal and the White which isn’t horror but is populated by unforgettable characters).

Elin: The biggest difference between Hewhay Hall and Perfect Score is that in HH the protagonist is straight while Perfect Score is a male male romance. Which do you find easiest to write?

Sue: The male/male relationship was right for Perfect Score. I didn’t actually set out to write an M/M but Sam, the protagonist, dictated it and I honestly don’t think a girl would have survived what he had to go through as a child in the 1950s. That doesn’t mean I’ll not write another M/M – I already have an idea for one set in Victorian London. So, what I’m trying to say is that I don’t find the relationship difficult to write. It’s getting the plot moving, upping the stakes and keeping the reader wanting more that causes the most work for me.

Elin: Your characters are vital, well rounded and full of life. Do they arrive like that or do you have to tweak them to fit your stories?

Sue: I have them before the plot! I think my stories are character-driven so I keep piling the layers on them until they become fully-rounded. There’s a character in “Hewhay Hall” that’s based on someone I know. It’s Roma and she’s a spiritual medium who piles superlatives on superlatives when she speaks: “Unutterably awful situation darling.” I won’t reveal the person’s name in real life though and I hope she doesn’t recognize herself.

Elin: You’ve covered a lot of different subjects in your stories – music, luteny, pharmaceuticals, the operations of a fire station – do you enjoy research? What is the most interesting fact you have discovered that you were unable to fit into one of your novels?

Who can forget the ‘beans’ scene from Blazing Saddles?

Sue: I usually try and pile them all into a book, nothing wasted, that’s my motto. But to answer your question, I returned to my old notebooks and had a look through. There was indeed a lot of wasted research: bovine post partem (!) A Cow Ranch Annual Calendar, Psychotropic plants in America, the Cow-Calf Manager, Gay in the 1960s, Scams 101 (I kid you not). I even researched Zachary Smith from Lost in Space but I can’t remember what that was for. So, yes I do enjoy research because it takes me on a true journey of discovery. Looking at that notebook again I think the most interesting fact I gleaned came from Gary’s Texas Cooking: how to make cowboy beans.

Elin: What are you working on at present?

Sue: A book about greed and corruption (surprise, surprise) set in Portugal. It features an endangered fishing village, two fishermen (the guy’s from the US and the girl from the UK) who unwittingly uncover not only plans to destroy the village but also surprising secrets about their family backgrounds. And a rather nasty female bullfighter will swagger around on the pages until you’ll want to smack her.

Elin: So out of all these lovely characters who would you most prefer to snog, marry or avoid?

Sue: Well, I’d snog and marry Sam from Perfect Score, but I don’t think he’d enjoy or agree to it somehow. In that case I’ll snog my brave firefighter Jude from Hewhay Hall before Slater gets him. Do you know, I don’t think I’d marry anyone from my books – they’re all rather feckless – or not interested. I’d avoid Alex’s Uncle Timothy from Perfect Score because he’s a sociopath, and also Mule Palmer because he’s not too keen on personal hygiene, farts a lot and has anger issues a mile long. But If I saw Slater from Hewhay Hall coming along, I’d cross the road, fast. Stuff of nightmares.

 Elin: That’s brilliant, Sue. One last question – could we please have an excerpt of something?

Sue: Sure. Here’s the blurb and the start of Hewhay Hall:

An unsung hero’s destiny–Slater’s house of horrors.

 Fire-fighter Jude Elliott loses part of his leg trying to rescue a family held hostage during a terrorist attack. He journeys to mysterious Hewhey Hall, where it is told there are wondrous, magical cures.

Little does Jude know that his destination is Slater The Prince of Envy’s lair where demons reside and courageous souls are tormented…

Can Jude escape Slater’s house of horrors, or will he suffer for all of eternity?

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Jude stared down the hill at the glint on the water and then across to the fields baked hard by weeks of sun. He’d followed the directions to the letter, so this was the right place. But where was Hewhay Hall?

A row of swallows balanced on a wire stretching overhead, each facing the same way as Jude, who rested against a five-bar gate. They too seemed to be eyeing the fallen tree trunks that littered the overgrown path down the rocky hillside. They were lucky—they could fly, but Jude had to hobble.

The air moved on the other side of the marshland. He didn’t imagine it. A definite ripple, the kind that alters your vision when a migraine’s about to start. Although the shift was fleeting, he had the idea something was down there after all, very faint and hard to describe. The outline of a building? Or maybe just heat haze. Whatever, he’d come this far—he’d go and investigate.

The latch and hinges on the gate were so rusted, Jude couldn’t open it. Nothing for it, then, but to climb over. He propped his crutches against the wooden bars, placed his hands on the top, and hauled himself up so his right leg got a footing on a lower rung. Now he could sit on the top. He bent down, picked up what was left of his other leg, and maneuvered it over until he straddled the gate. It creaked under his weight. As he swung his right leg over, he teetered, tried to grab the top bar but lost his balance and fell headlong into a bramble patch.

Prickles stabbed him as he lay on his back, his whirling gaze locked on a wiggly jet trail in the cloudless sky. Once the world righted itself, he pushed himself up on his elbows and extracted some of the more painful brambles before rolling onto his right knee. His bum in the air, he hoped no one was looking and that he retained a shred of dignity as he balanced on his right leg and wobbled his way upright. As he tried to stand, his knee locked. He was a second away from landing back on the ground but he grabbed an oak tree trunk for support.

Bloody hell. Wasn’t it about time they gave him a prosthesis? He bent to rub his stump, still raw after all this time. Why wasn’t he healing?

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Thank you so much for letting me curl up in the comfy chair, Elin!

If you’re looking for me, you can find me at:

www.susanroebuck.com

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