This isn’t about
grammar or syntax, it’s a wake up call for anyone wanting to write a book,
create artwork, or craft lyrics and poetry.
Write faster, improve
faster, and create poetic prose through this iterative process.
New writers often
struggle at first. Experience enhances writing ability. The only way to improve
is to write more, edit more, and iterate. McConnell puts you on the fast track
to developing your writing skills and gives you the motivation needed to
overcome not only writers block, but to boost your productivity in all aspects
The biggest obstacle
to becoming an author is finishing the first draft, and that monster known as ‘writers
block’ is usually the scapegoat. This book will show you how to put that
monster in the corner while you crank out chapter after chapter.
It’s short, fun to
read, and will leave you reaching for an ink pen by the time you’re done. Put
away the distractions and excuses and finish that damn book!
Review 3.5 stars
Finish the Damn book! is a short motivational book that was what I needed to get me back to the keyboard of creativity – well almost. It might be focused on new writers, but writers struggling with monsters like ‘writer’s block’ and ‘prevarication’ will get a kick out of the forthright lessons – a kick in the ass as the author says.
McConnell doesn’t mince his words
in delivering his honest message, albeit one that some of us have heard often –
and ignored. The book is neatly divided into two parts: ‘The First Draft’ and ‘Post
Draft’ with useful appendices for further digging. Getting your first draft
down without distractions, excuses, and evasions, is the primary goal in simple
suggestions that rang true for me. Only when that first draft is finished can a
writer tackle the editing phase – harder but fun.
This isn’t a writing guide with detailed
steps on what to do, but a series of motivational kicks to keep you on the path
of getting a book finished. Like me, other writers might find that McConnell’s
productivity is daunting and some of his suggestions questionable. Yet, he advises
taking what we need and discarding things that don’t fit with our approach. But
there are warnings of dangers when we wander. Just don’t expect everything claimed
on the tin.
This isn’t a desk-bible for me, but when I wander off-piste I will dip back in. Four stars minus 0.5 for irritating editing mistakes – like ‘reigns’ for ‘reins’. Given the author’s editing suggestions, I was surprised.
I won this book in a
NaNoWriMo-related competition with no obligation to write anything – but I am
grateful to Martin McConnell for sending me a copy. And my NaNo wins prove to
me that there is value here.
As a reader and a gamer, this was inevitable – a second game related book. Although the first was a book that led to a game – Witcher – while this arose from a game. But both related to games that absorb/distract me.
THE OFFICIAL NOVELIZATION BASED ON THE POPULAR VIDEO GAME FRANCHISE.THE OFFICIAL NOVELIZATION BASED ON THE POPULAR VIDEO GAME FRANCHISE.
They call her misthios–mercenary–and she will take what she is owed.
Kassandra was raised by her parents to be fierce and uncaring, the ideal Spartan child, destined for greatness. But when a terrible tragedy leaves her stranded on the isle of Kephallonia, near Greece, she decides to find work as a mercenary, away from the constraints of Sparta.
Many years later, Kassandra is plagued by debt and living under the shadow of a tyrant when a mysterious stranger offers her a deal: assassinate the Wolf, a renowned Spartan general, and he will wipe her debt clean. The offer is simple, but the task is not, as she will need to infiltrate the war between Athens and Sparta to succeed.
Kassandra’s odyssey takes her behind enemy lines and among uncertain allies. A web of conspiracy threatens her life, and she must cut down the enemies that surround her to get to the truth. Luckily, a Spartan’s blade is always sharp.
Review 4.4 stars
As a fan of historical fiction and a gamer, this was an enjoyable
book throughout. I admit that I finished the main questline of the game, Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey before reading
this novelisation. And I played Kassandra
preferring the performance of the voice actress, Melissanthi Mahut.
Kassandra is a mercenary who is caught up in a conspiracy that threatens her life – and the future of Greece. Here past is entwined with Sparta’s past and one she can’t avoid.
This novel was as immersive as the game but building on what
I already knew of the ancient Greek world and from the game world. Not
surprising from Gordon Doherty, a writer of ancient historical fiction who
clearly knows how to make a historical period come alive – in this case, the
Second Peloponnesian War between
Athens and Sparta at the head of their respective Leagues.
Once finished, I was interested to see how far the historical
detail departed from reality, knowing that some have called the Assassin’s
Creed universe ‘alternative history’. In this storyline, there are elements and
a few characters that are fictional and perhaps ‘alternative’. But the
background, the world and many of the principal players are historical – like my
favourite, Brasidas. The
characters come alive – helped I admit by meeting them in game – although they
may not have the complexities that some readers might expect.
The game is visually stunning – as Greece is – but this
novel adds the smells of the world from the flowers and sea breezes to the unwashed
bodies and corpses. There are moments that are darker, more visceral and
realistic. That’s the power of crafted words.
I’ve idolised Sparta – sometimes – but I’m convinced now
that Sparta is not the place for me. Athens is more suited to my artistic and
democratic temperament – but under Perikles.
This novelisation adds more to the plot – even alternative
motives and actions that embellish a storyline that must work in a game setting
where it’s hard to have multiple endings. For me, there were few surprises, but
I enjoyed the development of characters and situations that fleshed out events
and structure. Time was more akin to what one would expect – journeys take days
and weeks; scouting out a target can take weeks, if not months; events occur
over months, even years. We mustn’t forget that the Second Peloponnesian War lasted
almost thirty years, from 431 to 404 BCE.
This novelisation ended with a clever scene that worked for
the Assassin’s Creed universe and was perhaps better although different from my
ending. A fun and recommended read if you enjoy this genre of book.
Story – four stars
– five stars
Characters – four
Structure – five
Readability – four
Editing – four
I’m still exploring the game of Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey, although I am now on side-quests and
exploring places unfound – and I have yet to slay the Minotaur. At some point
in the future, I will review the game – if there is the demand. For now, the
focus will be on books – albeit the current one is non-fiction.
Her instincts are telling her something isn’t right…
On a chilly morning in rural Suffolk, Cassandra Hawke is woken by a gunshot. Her mother is clinging on to her life, the weapon still lying nearby. Everyone thinks it’s attempted suicide—but none of it makes any sense to Cass. She’s certain there’s more to it than meets the eye.
With her husband and father telling her she’s paranoid, Cass finds an unlikely ally in student paramedic Holly. Like Cass, she believes something is wrong, and together they try to uncover the truth. But is there more to Holly’s interest than she’s letting on?
With her family and loved ones at risk, Cass must ask herself: is she ready to hear the truth, and can she deal with the consequences?
Review 4.4 stars
If I went by the blurb, this book would be Cassandra Hawke’s
tale – but that’s just part of this novel which starts twenty years earlier
when eight-year-old Holly Redwood sees a ghost shot at a remote farm on
Halloween. The unresolved experience lurks
in her past until as a trainee paramedic she is called out to help with an
attempted suicide – at the same farm.
Cass doesn’t believe that her mother committed suicide but
her husband and her father behave as if she is paranoid. However, she befriends
Holly who believes her as the explanations don’t feel right. And Holly suffers
from synaesthesia, a condition where the person can feel the emotions of others
as if they are their own – a mixed blessing it seems for Holly.
The setting pulled me in, in part as I know Suffolk and
Norfolk. The descriptions were immersive, blending imagined places with the real
ones that matched my memories.
The author uses two POVs to differentiate the two protagonists
– first person for Cass and third for Holly. First allows the reader to see
into Cass’s confused thoughts – the mind some say is paranoid. There are
reasons for that, but I’ll just say that those are cleverly unclear at first.
Who is telling the truth?
Holly as a protagonist stood out for me – and not just because of the prologue that set the unsettling feelings going.
As a fan of first person and deep POV, I kept wanting to get inside Holly’s head more than was possible. However, two first person POVs is hard for some readers, and the author made the necessary choice choosing Cass – a mind that twists the plot. And the suspicions. Would Holly as first person POV instead been a different book?
Suicide or murder? What starts as an ‘open and shut’ case, works
through murder suspects at a steady pace that was in danger of losing me –
especially when I identified the culprit or thought I did. But there was enough
drama for me to read on and meet all the secondary characters – including the
suspects. They all had their own traits and worked. But too many felt irritating,
even if there was some justification for their attitudes. Death and murder have
repercussions. Or do they for everyone? Who profits?
This is not a rushed mystery but as the plot deepens, the
pace picks up. I had my suspicions, but my suspect remained hidden from the
police for a long time. There was a point where I felt the story was being
drawn-out, but I was also teased and tested. Suicide can be instigated, and I
have experienced that. But that may or may not be the resolution?
Am I teasing or tempting you? Read this recommended novel to
find out what happens in this cleverly crafted story. The twist works even if…well,
you’ll see what I mean.
Story – four stars
– five stars
Characters – four
Structure – four
Readability – four
Editing – five
I was aiming to write this review for Thursday 3rd
January, but I was still working through New Year emails, my IWSG post, and
other messages that overwhelmed me into Friday and beyond. And then came the
weekend, and writing was not easy as my mind was fractured by my MS. Plus, the
emails kept coming.
Anyway, this review was delayed until I could make a realistic space – and create a new banner that lets me post any day of the week.
UPDATE: Added the banner as I forgot yesterday – distracted by this new WordPress layout.
It didn’t help that I fell on the floor – or rather crashed
out of my manual wheelchair transferring to a power chair. We’ve been looking
at buying a power wheelchair, but they are expensive – especially on two
retirement incomes. Second-hand is more manageable so that is the route we are
Falling hurts – especially when I smashed my head, broke a
tooth, and bruised my right arm; I’m right-handed. Falling could be a theme too
– for my memoir. Falling in love, falling from horses (or ponies) and falling
ill – which means falling on the ground.
So, do I start working on / distracting myself with my life story? Should it be called ‘The Art of Falling’ or ‘A Life of Falling’ or something else?
Apologies for the two weeks of silence, but it was those midwinter
distractions, and even now I feel inundated with emails that subtly hint at
what I should be doing.
But I hesitate to reflect on 2018 or make resolutions for
2019. Okay, I may review my reading tomorrow and I have resolved decided
to develop and focus on Fevered
Few, my NaNoWriMo novel. But more about that another day/week/month.
First, the IWSG post which got me scribbling in my little
black notepad over midwinter-fest.
January 2 question – What are your favourite and least favourite questions people ask you about your writing?
“What are you writing
now?” is my favourite question and lets me ramble about my WIP – or attempt
to explain it as briefly as possible. Answer:Fevered
“Why haven’t you
published anything since 2013?” is THE question that I dread so my least
favourite. Answer: Because I take
years to finish anything and change novels mid-edit.
“So, you never submit
anything?” annoys me because I dislike the Answer: Nothing of value it seems.
“Why are you being rejected?” is another least favourite,
and enough to make me feel dejected. Answer:
What do you think?
“But you’ve been a winner?”
is a question/comment that hovers midway between favourite and not. Answer: This is a chance to crow about
a writing prize as a kid and the giveaways that make up my TBR pile. Or the
point when I confess that my writing has yet to win a prize this century – so,
that’s why I’m an Insecure Writer in an Ace group called IWSG.
And now the real question: “What are the questions to ask – or not ask – about your writing?”
Purpose of IWSG: To share and encourage. Writers
can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak.
Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a
safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!
Every month, we announce a question that members can answer
in their IWSG post. These questions may prompt you to share advice, insight, a
personal experience or story. Include your answer to the question in your IWSG
post or let it inspire your post if you are struggling with something to say.
Posting: The first Wednesday of every month is
officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Post your
thoughts on your own blog. Talk about your doubts and the fears you
Christmas during World War II is a time for small miracles in this bittersweet short story by the New York Times bestselling author of The Tuscan Child and In Farleigh Field.
Jack and Maggie Harris are adrift on ravaged streets during the London Blitz. Their home is gone. They have nowhere to go and nothing left to lose. With only the memories of their greatest loss—the death of their child during a Christmas years before—Jack and Maggie settle in a seemingly deserted mansion for the night.
Inside they find shelter, warmth, and a bit of cheer. They also discover a surprise. Now, in the darkest of times, the unexpected compassion of strangers will make this Christmas one to remember forever.
Review 5 stars
As the festive season drew on, I was treated to this wonderful Christmas read – an Amazon First Reads free with my Prime membership, but I would have willingly bought this.
Set during one of the darker moments in Britain’s history, when the country was locked in the midst of WWII, this short story paints a snapshot of the London Blitz. An image of a time when people tried to remain strong and strive to be positive – as these characters do.
Jack and Maggie Harris are bombed out of their home in the East End, already scarred with the loss of a child during another Christmas. Their unfolding attempt to find shelter, warmth, and a bit of cheer on Christmas Eve was uplifting – light in the darkness.
I liked all the background detail of the period which echoed what I knew of the Blitz from other books and my own research. Having lived in and explored London, I could envisage where this occurred.
And I related to the characters, who, even in this tight tale, rang true with reactions and emotions that added to the story’s magic. The main characters especially had understandable flaws within their positivism.
The ending was a reward for all – including this reader – and it had me smiling and feeling festively satisfied.
My #WEP/IWSG post for December is a continuation of my Halloween/Deja Vu or Voodoo post, White Lady. I continued to explore the incident during NaNoWriMo so this is derived from what I wrote in November.
However, the incident is too long to conclude her, but the conclusion will be in 28 writing days – more or less. This incident in the career of Sparkle Anwyl plays a key part in Fevered Few, Book 1 of the Snowdon Shadows police procedural series.
Ghost hunting doesn’t fall into my remit as a police officer, but my inquisitive nature wanted to identify our ‘White Lady’ during off-duty hours at home. Why had the ghost appeared on the old track between Porthmadog and Tremadog on Halloween?
My tingling tattoos and the mnemonic CALENDS had stirred up this cold case investigation. C for Coach, A for Accident, L for Lady, E for Eerie N for Night, D for Dreams, S for Spirits.
With no local police records before 1857, I trawl the old North Wales papers for coach-related incidents after 1811 and the founding of the ‘new town’ of Tremadog.
Fist pump as details match.
On November 1st, 1836, Dinah Adelaide Quinlan, the seventeen-year-old daughter of a retired soldier, Major Bernard Algernon Quinlan living in Tremadog was run down and crushed under the hooves of a sporty Phaeton carriage, driven by an unknown but uniformed person that was seen leaving the battered body at Major Quinlan’s house off Isgraig. The reporter was unclear why Dinah was on foot as her family owned a Berlin carriage, but she never requested the vehicle from their coachman.
Delving further, I discover that Major Quinlan served with the British East India Company’s Madras Army in Southern India between 1790-1805. On his retirement, he acquired a substantial property in the new town, and invested in the area. A photo shows a middle-aged Major Quinlan in his uniform decorated with medals on ribbons.
If Dinah was the ghost and died in 1836, there must be a grave or family tomb. Where if the family were Church of England? Her funeral details state the church of St Cynhaearn, known as Ynyscynhaearn.
Familiarity warms my spine – my tad’s parents are buried there. A visit to the place where they rest in peace, alone, yet surrounded by the sleeping graves of more than three centuries worth of parishioners.
A click as the door of the flat opens. I look at the mantel clock – midnight. As Kama walks into the kitchen I embrace her.
“More cold research? Found anything, cariad?”
“After three evenings of digging, chellam.” I stroke her face. “Are you up for visiting a graveyard? One where our ghost might be buried?”
Kama blinks and hangs up her biker jacket, then peels off her leather pants. “I’m free on Friday – isn’t that your day off as well?”
“If crime takes a slow day – yes. Date then.”
The stone walls seem part of the white-dotted green fields beyond that were once filled with water centuries earlier. There is an atmosphere of serenity, as few other than sheep wander down the narrow track.
Slate gravestones, orphaned from their corpses, are lined up along the side benches. Tears start to trickle as we read the names and imagine past lives. Welsh and English at peace in this corner of our troubled land.
My ancestors lie in a simple family plot awaiting the next member. I shudder, fearing who is most at risk. At least, my tad is now a desk sergeant and no longer front-line like me. I shake off the fear and focus on searching.
“Major Bernard Algernon Quinlan.” Kama points at a family grave comprising a more ostentatious mounted urn surrounded by a yew and an ornate railing. “There’s not just one person in here.”
“Died in 1840 aged 73. Buried alongside his wife – and his daughter Dinah Adelaide Quinlan.” My heart tightens, and my throat constricts. “She was the first to be buried here – a tragedy. I wish we knew more. Burial records before 1837 are less organised and vary between churches.”
“Does that mean more cold research?”
“That carriage killed her – accident or murder? Cold case so I’m hooked as ever.”
Gravestones are never cold names. Gateways to memories beckon.
Kama has the addiction too – but she’s the real detective.
“This ancestry site has descendants of Major Quinlan.” She points to our desktop screen. “A direct descendant of his son posted this – Edwin Quinlan.”
“Who has a daughter called Dinah. But the family is from the West Country – Truro.” The mother lode or a red herring. “This Edwin is named after the Major’s oldest son, the dead Dinah’s brother. And Dinah occurs down the generations. Do the family know more?”
Kama opens another link. A black and white photo of a family group taken in 1840, the year Major Quinlan died. The group is in what must have been a lavish sitting room in the family home. Soft lighting comes from strategic candles and rushlights. The photo shows Major Quinlan, his son Edwin Owen Quinlan and his wife, another daughter with her Royal Navy uniformed husband.
Kama points to the son-in-law. “It’s only a photo but that man is hiding something – or am I being too suspicious?”
Not CALENDS but CANDLES.
The tingling of my tattoos agrees with her, and I tap out a new mnemonic on my studded bracer. S-I-N.
S for Suspect. I for Inheritance. N for Naval. In Celtic folklore, there is a tale of bringing candles to the church to count sins. Was this the unknown figure that retrieved the body?
I zoom in to a mirror – reflecting a carriage and two horses outside.
“If that’s a phaeton then you may be right. Unfortunately, our suspect is dead, and the crime is more than cold. But we can resolve something.”
“What make of carriage that is and did the family own that type – although the latter will be problematic.”
Finding a photo of a 19th century phaeton that matches proves difficult as the reflection is indistinct. However, our search for records on period vehicles in Snowdonia yields a name – Raimund Virtanen, a horsebox builder who knows about 19th century vehicles.
A recent group photo of him presenting rosettes with long ribbons at a horse show suggests that he is respected – or has influential contacts.
A lead or a dead end?
Comments are welcome as usual, but for the WEP Challenge, the following applies:
Word Count 999: MPA
(FCA welcome – if you want to send one, just let me know in the comments.)