I am so happy that my third story is finally finished. I can’t even remember how long ago I started working on it. I am just waiting for the finishing touches to the cover and then I can let you know when it is ready to download. I am writing some short stories at the moment as well as having an outline for a further novel.
Take a look at this website for independently published authors which I have used myself. There are a variety of intersting reads to tempt you on this site.
My previous post was about my huge enjoyment in reading NANNY KNOWS BEST. I’ve also been interested in the role and influence of the nanny and have heard a number of intriguing hence this particular extract from ‘Recovered’.
Scott was sitting on the sofa still examining the old photograph. He looked at me but said nothing. I knelt on the floor with the bags and carefully took out the frames and lay them on the carpet. He looked at them from where he sat but made no comment. The first picture was a photograph of Scott leaning against the side of a boat out at sea. The sky and the sea were the brightest of blue and he was smiling the biggest of smiles. This was a smile I had never seen. The second picture was a long photograph of a whole line of individuals with ski gear and skis in the snow. Apart from Scott himself I had no idea as to who the others were in the picture. The third was of a very young Scott in a bar with what I presumed was gaggle of students. He was smoking a cigarette and looking so incredibly moody that he was almost unrecognisable. It was his eyes that gave him away, being narrowed just in that familiar way they often are now. The last of this little collection was a black and white photograph of a very young child who was unmistakably Scott with a huge rabbit lying backwards over his shoulder.
‘Is that your rabbit?’
‘No it belonged to some family friends. This is one of very few photographs of me as a child.’
‘We always had nannies until I went away to school. One of them took all the photos of me when she left.’
‘What, she stole them?’
‘I suppose so.’
‘Did your parents not try to track her down?’
‘I’ve no idea but the photos never materialised.’
‘That’s terrible. What was she like, the nanny?’
‘I don’t remember. They all sort of merged into one.’
‘What an awful thing to do.’
It is hard to find moments to write these days. When I do have some moments I continue to work on my third story. It was originally my second story until ‘Last Day The Sun Shone’ took over. I also have a fourth story which exists as a large collection of notes and ideas. ‘Recovered’ was my first story and because it was such an important part of my life during a difficult time it was very hard to let go of it. In the end I really had to push myself. Apologise to those that have found the typos found within it irritating but I knew I could hang on to it forever if I wasn’t careful. I continue to address those problems….one of the great things about e-publishing. I’m really not sure when story three will be entirely finished. When it feels right I guess?
My novella, The Last Day The Sun Shone is available for Kindle on Amazon.