Wednesday, August 30, 2017

#WIPpet Wednesday - Tabula Rasa (Civil) #amwriting #lgbtqia



WIPpet numbers for 30th August, 2017:

30-8=22 short paragraphs (dialogue)
from Tabula Rasa


WIPpet Context:
Another snippet from Tabula Rasa (Gray Fisher #2).

This novel follows on from The WAG and The Scoundrel, featuring two former undercover police officers, Gray Fisher and Rob Simpson-Stone. Their investigations relate to white-collar crimes (fraud, embezzlement, etc.), and there are also romantic relationship story arcs (however, not between Gray—who is gay, and Rob—who is straight).

This snippet follows on from the previous snippets, moving on to Chapter Two, which is from Gray’s perspective.

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“Do you want me to come with you?” Will yawned the question.

Gray put down the iron and flipped to the next section of shirt, briefly glancing at Will’s face onscreen. “You, in a room full of police officers?” Gray picked up the iron again.

“I’ve done it before.”

“Have you?”

“Hmm…it was a courtroom. But I was quite civil, I assure you.”

Gray looked up again and had to laugh. Will’s grin glowed white in his stubble-darkened, mud-streaked face. He looked anything but civil. He was also very obviously knackered.

“You should go shower before you nod off,” Gray advised.

“I’m all right yet. Tie’s picking up food on his way home. Which means hummus again.”

“There’s nothing wrong with hummus.”

“Every now and then, but we’ve had it every night this week.”

“You know what you could do? It’s a bit radical.” Gray checked his shirt to make sure he’d pressed all of it, switched off the iron and tugged his t-shirt over his head.

“Get the train to your place and wait for you to come home from your party?” Will’s tone was decidedly sultry.

Gray emerged from inside his t-shirt and covered the camera with his hand.

“Rotter.”

Laughing, Gray successfully got his shirt most of the way on with his hand still covering the camera, only moving it when he had to in order to button his shirt.

Will scowled. “I was enjoying the view.”

“I’m sure you were. But I need to go or I’ll be late.”

“Yeah, OK. What were you gonna suggest?”

“Suggest…oh. That you go shopping yourself?”

“Think I’ll put up with hummus. I’ll leave you to it. Don’t forget to enjoy yourself.”

“Forget in the next half an hour? Unlikely. I’ll speak to you tomorrow, probably.”

“OK. Later.” Will ended the call, leaving Gray free to finish getting dressed and ruminate over turning down Will’s offer.
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What is WIPpet Wednesday?

WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop where authors share from their current works in progress - expertly organised/hosted by Emily Wrayburn - and the excerpt has to relate to the date in some way. For links to other fabulous authors' WIPpets, visit: http://www.inlinkz.com/wpview.php?id=355404


Thanks for reading
Deb x

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

#WIPpet Wednesday - Tabula Rasa (Fuddy-Duddy) #amwriting #lgbtqia



WIPpet numbers for 23rd August, 2017:

23-8=15 sentences
from Tabula Rasa


WIPpet Context:
Another snippet from Tabula Rasa (Gray Fisher #2). I missed last week because I’m so overwhelmed by work just now I don’t know if I’m coming or going! Along with that, it was my birthday on Sunday—I actually took the day off!—and tomorrow is my eldest’s birthday (24…where does the time go?) All of that means I haven’t written a whole lot more of this story since the last time I posted. :/

This novel follows on from The WAG and The Scoundrel, featuring two former undercover police officers, Gray Fisher and Rob Simpson-Stone. Their investigations relate to white-collar crimes (fraud, embezzlement, etc.), and there are also romantic relationship story arcs (however, not between Gray—who is gay, and Rob—who is straight).

This snippet follows on directly from the previous snippets—Rob has left the police and is on his way to his leaving do. This is the last section of Rob’s first chapter (some Gray next time). :)

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But first, this leaving do he’d said he didn’t want. A sit-down meal and a club to themselves was not Rob’s first choice for a decent night out—but that he’d been given a choice at all. A couple of pints and a curry, he’d have been happy, and he’d planned an early exit strategy, which was pretty pointless now he was expected elsewhere.

What it is to be popular. Except popularity didn’t come into it. True, Rob wasn’t short of mates, some of them amongst his colleagues—or former colleagues—and his army mates, of course, but there was always a performance to getting together—who could drink the most, stay conscious the longest, come up with the best bullshit for how perfectly bloody wonderful their life was. Most of them were single and made out it was their choice to be so, or saw nothing wrong with acting as if they were. What happens on a night out…

Rob wasn’t a fuddy-duddy, however much Travis—Zoë’s new husband—made him feel like he was old enough for the hill to be a distant blur in his rear-view mirror. Difficult as it had been for Rob to accept it, Travis was good for Zoë and Lucas. The guy seemed to have endless energy and time to burn it off on family outings—a luxury Rob’s work had never afforded, or, at least, one he had never permitted himself to take. Nonetheless, if he heard ‘we went there with Travis, didn’t we, Mum?’ one more time…well, he’d grin and bear it, for Lu’s sake, just as he’d done every time before.

Finally, Rob made it through the junction and put his foot down. A few hours of socialising, a good night’s kip, then he could forget about posturing mates and Stepdad of the Year in favour of a few nights out with his old mates and a few nights in watching telly with his mum. And maybe, if he could be arsed, he’d catch up with Jock and the others when he got back.
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What is WIPpet Wednesday?

WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop where authors share from their current works in progress - expertly organised/hosted by Emily Wrayburn - and the excerpt has to relate to the date in some way. For links to other fabulous authors' WIPpets, visit: http://www.inlinkz.com/wpview.php?id=355404


Thanks for reading
Deb x

Monday, August 14, 2017

Book Review: Dear Mona Lisa by Claire Davis and Al Stewart

Title: Dear Mona Lisa
Author: Claire Davis and Al Stewart
Published: 12th August, 2017
Categories: Literary fiction, LGBT+, romantic and family themes
Purchase Links: Amazon UKAmazon.com

Blurb:
Tom, shy office clerk by day and drawer of foxes by night wakes up one Monday knowing the most extraordinary week of his life is about to begin. In five days time a lifelong ‘secret’ will be made gloriously public—but will it mean losing the person he loves most?

Getting married…

It seems like only yesterday Tom changed nappies and sang nursery rhymes to a laughing baby. He relishes the demands of being a daddy; especially teaching his little girl to draw and paint as she grows up. But the years tick by and times change. Long-buried secrets must come to the surface which may test even the strongest ties.

Tom and Lawrence…

He writes a list of all the things he has to do before the weekend and sticks it in the middle of his wall. The names and goals hang like threads of a spider’s web, inevitably leading to the centre, and all to the same place.

Dear Mona Lisa…

How to explain?
Each morning he notes the colours of dawn, listens to the birds and waits for the perfect moment. In one hand rests the balance of life and a terrible responsibility, in the other a wedding ring. Difficult days and the past loom, but his friends rally round and one by one the words come to life. Everyone waits as Tom finds the strength to open up and set free the secrets of his heart in a celebration of family, friendship and love. A quirky story of modern life, set within the breathtaking landscape of Bradford.

Review:
Reading Dear Mona Lisa was a bittersweet privilege for me, bitter only because I had to wait to read this one like everyone else! For the curious, the story began from a Beaten Track call for submissions for a collection of stories featuring older LGBT+ characters, but you know how it is (or maybe you don't...). Stories take on a life of their own, and forcing Tom and Loz to fit the submission criteria would have been an unmitigated act of butchery.

I have no words to describe Dear Mona Lisa, or none that are good enough. It's not a romance as such, but there are strong romantic elements. Those familiar with Claire Davis and Al Stewart's work will find the usual mix of down-to-earth Britishness - the dry humour, the wonderfully colourful supporting characters, and a deeply emotional exploration of the fight some of us have to maintain the stiff upper lip our culture is famed for. Oh, and foxes. And colour - it's absolutely bursting with colour.

Dear Mona Lisa is a work of art. It's a painting in words, and like you probably wouldn't pick out a specific detail of a portrait ('ooh, look at her left nostril, all dark and...mysterious!'), it wouldn't be especially helpful to pick out the detail here to illustrate what a masterpiece this is. That said, there is one line that knocked me sideways, possibly a spoiler, so I'm saying nowt.

Read it. You won't be disappointed.



Wednesday, August 09, 2017

#WIPpet Wednesday - Tabula Rasa (Slow Ride) #amwriting #lgbtqia



WIPpet numbers for 9th August, 2017:

9 sentences
from Tabula Rasa


WIPpet Context:
Another snippet from Tabula Rasa (Gray Fisher #2).

This novel follows on from The WAG and The Scoundrel, featuring two former undercover police officers, Gray Fisher and Rob Simpson-Stone. Their investigations relate to white-collar crimes (fraud, embezzlement, etc.), and there are also romantic relationship story arcs (however, not between Gray—who is gay, and Rob—who is straight).

This snippet follows on from directly the previous snippets—Rob has left the police and is on his way to his leaving do. The ‘them’ in the first line is Rob and Jock (see previous snippets).

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Given the way things were between them, there had to be an ulterior motive for the call—or else someone else would’ve made it—and Rob’s curiosity was threatening to get the better of him. For the time being, he put it out of mind and focused on his riding.

Even though it was well past rush hour, the roads were chaos, and he was beginning to regret not getting the train, but the bike would stop people buying him drinks all night. He needed a clear head; he was off up north first thing. He hadn’t been home since Christmas, and in the three months that had elapsed, he’d become both an uncle again and a great uncle—never mind that he’d had no idea his brother was seeing someone, nor that his youngest niece was pregnant.

Traffic was backed up from the junction, and Rob probably could’ve got past it, but instead, he settled behind a bus and let his mind drift again. With the prospect of a couple of weeks of proper holiday, he was well up for some quality family time and bit of R and R before he set the wheels in motion for his new venture. Of course, there was no guarantee it would take off, or, if it did, how long it would take to get fully established, and he was prepared for the possibility of failure. So long as it was moving in the right direction, he’d stick with it, but he had a back-up plan: as soon as he got back from his mum’s, he was going to sign on with an agency as a security officer.
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What is WIPpet Wednesday?

WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop where authors share from their current works in progress - expertly organised/hosted by Emily Wrayburn - and the excerpt has to relate to the date in some way. For links to other fabulous authors' WIPpets, visit: http://www.inlinkz.com/wpview.php?id=355404


Thanks for reading
Deb x

Thursday, August 03, 2017

The Pastor's Last Drop - Links to Video Clips and Images

Read on WattPad:
https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/115931648-the-pastors-last-drop

I will update this post as I add more chapters to the story.
(images are all in the public domain, used under Creative Commons Licence)


Cover
(Derived from 'Liverpool from Wapping', John Atkinson Grimshaw, 1875)



Chapter One

Jacques Brel - La Chanson de Jackie



John Atkinson Grimshaw painting
(snipped and edited from 'Glasgow Docks', 1881)



Cobblestones
(snipped from 'Last Call')



Chapter Two

Becker - Piketipeli
(snipped and edited from 'Piketipeli')



Chapter Three

Plimpton and Ruggles - View of a Canal Boat
(snipped and edited from 'View of a canal boat, Lockport, N.Y.')


Wednesday, August 02, 2017

#WIPpet Wednesday - Tabula Rasa (Exit Achieved) #amwriting #lgbtqia



WIPpet numbers for 2nd August, 2017:

2 x 8 x 17 = 272 words
from Tabula Rasa


WIPpet Context:
Another snippet from Tabula Rasa (Gray Fisher #2).

This novel follows on from The WAG and The Scoundrel, featuring two former undercover police officers, Gray Fisher and Rob Simpson-Stone. Their investigations relate to white-collar crimes (fraud, embezzlement, etc.), and there are also romantic relationship story arcs (however, not between Gray—who is gay, and Rob—who is straight).

This snippet follows on from directly the previous snippets—the first line is Jock’s, who’s called Rob as he’s about to head out for the evening.

* * * * *
“Bollocks. My timing’s good as ever, eh?”

“Why? What’s up?”

“There’s a few of us getting together this evening for a pint and catch-up.”

“Crap. If there was a way I could get out of it…” There wasn’t, or Rob would’ve been there like a shot. He hadn’t wanted a leaving do to start with, but would anyone listen? “How long are you gonna be out, d’you reckon?”

“Not sure. Depends on who’s got wives and kiddies to get home to.”

“Right.” Presumably, Jock had left his down in Brighton for the weekend.

“We’re meeting at Euston. Are you anywhere nearby?”

“Yeah, at the Quarterhouse. Five minutes away.”

“How about this, then? I’ll text—let you know where we end up. If you make it, all well and good. If not, I’ll call back tomorrow and we can sort something else.”

“Perfect,” Rob said. “Have a good one.”

“You, too, mate. Bye.” Jock ended the call.

Rob saved the number and put his phone back in his pocket, this time making it out of the door and onto his bike, but his thoughts were still on the conversation as he rode into the city. He hadn’t heard from any of his old army mates in over three years, because he’d been off the grid, and even before that, when they did meet up, it was with some reluctance that they invited Jock. He was one sadistic bastard and a racist to boot, but they’d had to work together, so they’d got on with it, although Jock’s attitude was one of the reasons Rob had come out of the army when he did.
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What is WIPpet Wednesday?

WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop where authors share from their current works in progress - expertly organised/hosted by Emily Wrayburn - and the excerpt has to relate to the date in some way. For links to other fabulous authors' WIPpets, visit: http://www.inlinkz.com/wpview.php?id=355404


Thanks for reading
Deb x