Archive for May, 2012

How far do you go?

May 31, 2012

My writing-widow wife is used to me leaping on cheap flights to nearby Europe to do research for my stories. I need to smell the plants, feel the stone walls, experience the culture of Mediterranean or German environments before writing about them. Love that part of writing as much as crafting the story. However, she said noooooo when she realized my latest short is based on a tandem parachute suicide pair. Of course one of them changes their mind on the way down. Wife knows I’ve not yet done a tandem jump and guessed I’d need to know the noise, wind, where toggles and handles are, and so on. The so on might be to see how much freefall and still survive for last few seconds… Luckily our son has done a tandem jump but it was heartening seeing my wife looking so concerned.

How far would you go for research?

I’ve been spending a lot of time on promoting this last week, in between writing more, editing and playing with grandkids. Wife’s birthday today too. Been using twitter but worried it might alienate if I push too much. I’ve used one liners such as: Set fire to your Kindle with my Hot Air. Details at http://geoffnelder.com/hotair.htm

Also promoting our How to win short story competitions, also out on Kindle or pdf with details at http://www.ideas4writers.co.uk/books/storycomps.php

This week the Helen Whittaker prize is confirmed with a start date on June 7th. I am the short fiction judge with Mandy Pannett as poetry judge. I can’t wait. Details are at http://www.helenwhittaker.net/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=9848

Good luck if you are entering.

 

 

How to Win Short Story Competitions

May 17, 2012
cover for How to Win Short Story Competitions

How to Win Short Story Competitions

A couple of years or so ago I travelled down to Exmouth on the south coast of England. No, I wasn’t there on holiday although I enjoyed strolling the beach in warm sunshine, pretending not to ogle bathing beauties. My main intention was not to visit the home of my dad and Rosemary, who’d lived in the town for a few years although I went along to spot any of his outdoor potted plants and chatted to their new owner about how my dad was doing having moved to Berwick-upon-Tweed before he moved again to Ledbury, and again to Peebles. No, I was there to meet up with Dave Haslett, the originator (with his wife, Kate) of Ideas4Writers, a great site full of ideas, writing engines, and a forum. We had both been judges of short story competitions and had entered many ourselves, winning some.  I’d just completed judging the Helen Whittaker Prize – a tough job as there were 9 rounds amounting to judging and writing a critique on hundreds of stories of many genres. Dave and I thought it would help other writers to pool our experiences. He brought a microphone and tape recorder and we set them up in the dining room of the hotel I was staying at in Exmouth. After judicious editing, and the inclusion of a sample story by the gifted Jonathan Pinnock, the booklet is ready to distribute to would-be competition winners. Get your copy on Kindle here. You can freely download a program to run Kindle books on your PC or Apple.

A pdf version is available from Ideas4Writers here.

Okay, now for another unexpected angle. The cover art has a story too. The medal is knitted. It was photographed with a page from Jonathan Pinnock’s winning tale as the background.  Only at the point of publication did Dave notice the word tosser could be read. Not wishing to offend it has been sufficiently airbrushed – haha.

My shorts on Ether Books

May 12, 2012

I found my horror gangster story is in the top 10 at Ether Books – to be read on mobiles and handhelds. download the Ether App and find Doppelgangster http://bit.ly/bpvC84 but only if you have a mobile phone, iPad or similar that can read it. Interesting idea.

Besides Doppelgangster – a short story about a gangster who finds his double is in town messing up his life, there are other stories of mine on Ether Books such as:

Goliath – he was a misunderstood, maltreated child; In Absentia – a man thinks he has amnesia but is a little girl’s imaginary friend. Ether are still deciding on accepting Don’t Bite My Finger – a Zen Buddhist story.

Dead for the Money by Peg Herring

May 11, 2012

Dead for the Money – A Dead Detective Mystery (Book Two) by Peg Herring

ISBN: 9780957152700

For Kindle ASIN: B007RSLPC0

LL-Publications 2012

231 pages

The premise in this detective novel continues from that original concept in the first: a few people, who had died and on a kind of idyllic cruise ship in limbo, can ask for a mystery surrounding their demise to be investigated. Seamus is the clever one who, although dead, goes back to the living, his spirit jumping from living body to body in order to hear and see what they do and put the clues together. Like in the first novel, Seamus, unwillingly, takes a female partner. Mildred is keen to demonstrate her investigative prowess and although she is naïve and makes blunders, Seamus is impressed at her observational skills he lacks. For example when they interview the deceased Dunbar, she spots he persistently tilts his head to one side indicating that in his living existence he was partially deaf even though now in limbo no one has an affliction.

Think Ellery Queen meets Casper, except that the friendly ghosts here are invisible and silent – for the most part. So when a man falls over a cliff edge, the obvious suspect has to be exonerated.

There are beautiful descriptive phrases thought and uttered in a way only possible by the dead in this unusual novel. Consider this as Mildred looks at the ocean over the limbo cruise ship’s rail. ‘…colours beyond what had been seen, sounds unlike any other, scents and feelings that were stimulating and calming at once, and even a taste in the air… a person’s favourite but better.’ Sensory overload, but better.

Something else we can’t have in terrestrial detective novels is the way Seamus, inside the head of a witness, finds his own moods altering in response to that of the host. For example when he is in the teenager, Brodie, he finds himself being moody and irritable; when he jumps to the policeman, Rainer, he becomes negative; then he leaps into Scarlett and at once picks up on her vivacity. Actually, Peg Herring calls her attitude ‘spirited’. I asked my wife if she thought that a pun or completely unintentional. She opted for a pun. (she’d read the book in between her university science work. She likes detective stories but can’t stand science fiction, nor unscientific fantasy tales – such as I write. In spite of her literary prejudices, she enjoyed Dead for the Money, and that speaks volumes for its entertainment value.)

There’s living human emotions and observations in this book too. A line I appreciated is where a widow, Callie, needed to switch men as, in turn they got wise of being used as an ATM.

Returning to the prose, Herring has a knack for evocative phrasing and she, like me, prefers to use real geographical places for her real world. Mackinac Island has an olde-worlde charm on the USA-Canadian border. ‘Brodie… pictured moonlit walks along the road that circled the island, the scent of lilacs, the sound of ferry horns, a trip to Arch Rock or a carriage ride through the tiny, crowded town.’

Partly because of those phrases, and the mystery-solving, Peg Herring’s Dead Detective novels are reminiscent of Joyce C Oates books, such as The Falls, which is also set on the Canadian – USA border and that one also starts with a fall. In this novel there is promise of a fall at the end too as a young woman, being chased, climbs a narrow cable up a suspension bridge. More suspense than is good for readers of a delicate constitution – be warned!

Anyone who loves detective mysteries and wonders what it might be like to be dead but not yet passed on, will find Dead for the Money an escapade they cannot put down.

Available from LL-Publications as an ebook and paperback. Click here.

Acracknophobia by Mark Jackman

May 6, 2012

Acracknophobia: The Sid Tillsley Chronicles Book 3 by Mark Jackman

Sid, whose fist is its own vampire slayer, has gone soft for the sake of a woman. This is disastrous news for people and a relief for vampires, but how long will it last?

ISBN 978-1905091935

ASIM for Kindle B007IVM674

347 pages

LL-Publications 2012

Vampires and humans live in an uneasy peace, under an alliance called the Coalition – not that the public are aware, except those who are inadvertently taken as food. Some of the humans and vampire committee members get on well, but as in all such high-powered gatherings there is political infighting, human manoeuvring and subhuman shenanigans. In the previous two books, Sid and a few pals, living in the Northeast of England, drink Bolton Bitter beer and it seems this empowers their anti-vampire abilities. Book Three, in typical hilarity, sees a scientific analysis of the lowest order and we are ultimately treated to an explanation of how Bolton Bitter has such magical powers.

Before then the book opens with an unexpected first chapter. We have a rare creature – King – a half-breed vampire, who is more into music and burgers than arteries. He is as welcome a break from the usual vampire as Sid is to vampire slayers. The opening chapter, like all the chapters, leave the reader hooked, eager to devour the next. Shortly after we meet King, we are driving along the M56 with his hard-nosed dad, Borg, a ruthless vampire, whose very existence makes this book cold to the touch. I mention the M56 because I know it well, being my local road (when not cycling – I get shouted at otherwise) and Borg is going toMiddlesbrough, where my first publisher lives. So many connections to my own life in this book makes me nervous.

With Sid what you get is more than what you see. He’s a giant of an unpolitical uncouth man with a big heart and a vampire-deadly fist offering readers a continuation of his unique character. You can’t help liking him even if you’d cross the city to avoid meeting him on a dark night. Sid wouldn’t hurt a fly, unless it sucked blood. With King we have a completely new dimension in species-related literature. Fascinating.

In some ways this is a more thoughtful novel than the first two. Loose ends need to be tied up. Fear not you fans of Sid, your ribs will ache with mirth as he is obliged by his new fiancée to attend homophobic-adjustment sessions to modify his attitude to ‘them lot’, and alcoholics anonymous, which he understands not at all being as Bolton Bitter is not so much a problem as a solution. These counselling sessions go against Sid’s persona but without them there would be no ‘Howay the lads’ with Sheila Fishman and her alluring jugs. His feelings go deeper than mere looks. As she steps out of car ‘both of Sid’s cold feet warmed up’. What a great romantic line. Seriously.

Sid’s homophobia takes a hefty knock when the counsellor informs the group that even some penguins are gay. Sid eyes, suspiciously, the chocolate wrappers on the table and asks, ‘Is it catching?’ Sadly for Sid the Miner’s Arms is now The First Swallow of Spring and so he’s not wanting to grace an establishment of ‘them lot’.

The efforts of people to solve the mysteries in Book Three that were presented in the first two books takes us into partially familiar analysis. Arthur: ‘Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbably, must be the truth.’

‘That’s deep, man. Is that some sort of quote?’

‘Aye…Colombo.’

Each chapter ends with a hook just as each starts with a pity media quote – a commentary to the whole gory story. It’s a mystery, a wonderment, how Jackman kept track of the twists and body count. Not even the most teeth-sharpened vampire aficionado will be able to guess how this one ends. I commend this book to all readers of both humour and vampire genres. Enjoy.

 

Purchase from the publisher. Or from Amazon and other book sites, or order from bookshops.

Crouching add-on to last post

May 5, 2012

We landed at Speke airport, Liverpool, around midnight. Two planes must have landed at the same time and the disgorgement converged like marbles in a funnel at the Border Control corridor. A piece of paper falling from the ceiling wouldn’t have reached the ground, we were that packed. Yet a voice coming from a flourescent yellowed man, then another, yelling, ‘Make way there! Coming through.’ Well, of course we did, expecting a cripple or a passenger at death’s door needing an emergency exit to reach an emergency entrance at The Royal Liverpool Hospital. But no. It was a young tall man, with a gorgeous young woman and child. Woman looked embarrassed at the fuss, man didn’t. He was a blur being ushered through the Red Sea parting and waved through passport control. I don’t follow soccer particularly but a passenger next to me shouted out, ‘Peter own goal Crouch! Get to the back of the queue.’ Ah. Crouch plays for Stoke City, and he is famous among the sports fans. He passed so close to me that he could have reached out one of his looooong arms to touch me. I wouldn’t have let him, of course. I am famous too – in my house, but I have dignity. Not that I am immune from scoring own goals.

Reviewing from Lanzarote

May 4, 2012

Shall we take the laptop? Yes, no, maybe for a couple of hours before wife, who would have used it to craft more of her non-fiction Masters work on Education while I would have snatched in between to write up book reviews, more of ARIA book three, and complaints letters. Why on the sunny side of Earth should I want to write a moaning missive? Lanzarote is a fascinating lump of mostly cooled lava in the Canary Islands, but the resort we’d swapped our 5-star Villacana, Spanish timeshare for, with Lanz and Club in its name shouldn’t rate a star, or a moon. Yes, under new ownership and so refurbishments are in hand, and all we need to do is wait for the next meteor. In spite of the shabby furnishings, and corny entertainment, it was clean, the maid smiled and the weather was sufficiently cloudy to stop us getting sunburnt.

My Mold barber told me to hire a bike in Costa Teguise and ‘do’ the coastal bike route. I was tempted but there were too many kids, dogs, people and the occasional lizard to be a whizzing carefree ride. We walked our sandals to the bone instead. And when our feet complained we read books. One of my book group novels is Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere. ‘Author’s preferred text’ ie not the one hacked around by the BBC for the TV version in the 1990s. I’ve met Neil at a convention. He’s tall with dark curly hair and no, he won’t remember me. Neverwhere is a beautiful novel set in the underground tubes, cellars, basements, sewers and sometimes roofs of London. I keep thinking it should be called Underwhere. Beyond the prologue, the story starts with a young female, Doors, who has a marvellous ability to think open doors, catches, locks and hearts. She is being chased by two gruesome killers… but I’m not reviewing it now. China Mieville’s Kraken is also set in London – both terrific writers, Kraken more for adults, I’d say. I also read M. John Harrison’s The Centauri Device, because I am an admirer of his literary style and mistakenly assumed the book was about a marvellous technology – the next topic for the Chester Library SFF group. I quite enjoyed the story, based on a sentient bomb that can only be triggered by someone with Centauri genes. The lone man with such, John Truck, leads a fraught existence chasing his dreams in a kind of shoot ‘em up Star Wars feel story (but without aliens, unless that’s Truck). I liken it to those other SF stories where a lone captain struggles to survive against all odds: Pirx the Pilot by Stanislaw Lem, Horza in Ian M Banks’ Consider Phlebus.

I read with LOL moments, Mark Jackman’s Acracknophobia, third and last (apparently by popular request) in the series on Sid Tillsley, vampire slayer with a mighty fist. Full review in a later blog. Also Peg Herring’s Dead for the Money – the second in the Dead Detective Agency series – a clever premise of a demised detective going from limbo back to the living to solve a murder. My wife, who doesn’t enjoy fantasies, but does like mysteries, liked this novel a lot.

I also started, cos I found it by lucky chance in the resort library, Ian M Bank’s Surface Detail (2010) in the Culture Series.  Hang on, it starts with a girl being chased by two killers…

There’s more to Lanzarote than me reading books for review. I’ve been three times and cannot stop admiring how early settlers, drifting, possibly expecting lack of survival, found water and made it work. The Canaries exist because of the tectonic plates pushing up in mid-Atlantic. 300 former volcanoes make up the island of Lanzarote (one is still mildly active) and the broken up lava fields look moonlike. (depending on which moon!) Weathered ash and lava are nutritious for crops such as vines, tomatoes, potatoes and many others if you can water them. Wells found water in the past but now it is by desalination plants. I made my own volcano in the kitchen. I was frying up (in healthy olive oil) local potatoes, onions, tomatoes, peppers and a soy-based protein. It smelled absolutely gorgeous. Then I dropped a glass breakfast bowl. It looked like a crater before it hit the floor – then exploded. I thought the food cooking on the hob would be safe but we found glass ejecta ‘bomb’s – aarrggh. Into the bin. We abandoned self-catering for that night and sampled local cuisine of a pasta variety. Tasty.

In other news I learnt that ARIA: Left Luggage will be released on August 1st. Yeay. The publishers, LL-Publications have a list of reviewers now but if you are a reviewer and want one please look them up and ask at http://www.ll-publications.com

 

Image of Lanzarote courtesy of http://www.spanish-living.com/


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