Good evening (I think 6 pm counts as evening in the winter, doesn’t it?).
As I wrote earlier in the week, on Wednesday I officially started my MA in Creative Writing at the University of Lincoln. Continue reading “Uni: week 1”
Everything Is Better With Dragons
Book blogger, Autistic, Probably a Dragon
Good evening (I think 6 pm counts as evening in the winter, doesn’t it?).
As I wrote earlier in the week, on Wednesday I officially started my MA in Creative Writing at the University of Lincoln. Continue reading “Uni: week 1”
As you may remember, a few weeks ago I went to a local authors event to do some networking and get opinions on the best self-publishing platform and was given four books by local authors to review. Here are the first three.
As always, I received these in return for honest reviews. I am going to be very honest. Sorry.
Selected Poems, by Michael Nilsen (poetry)
Published by: Matador
Publication Date: October 2015
ISBN: 9781784624705
Price:£9.99
A collection of poems written over a 22 year period and covering a range of themes including nature, autobiography and surrealism.
My Review
The nature poems were the most affecting and well-written, with great imagination. Unfortunately most of the poems didn’t move me all that much although they could have a different effect on other people. Poetry is subjective like that.
The Crooked Link, by David Evardson (General adult fiction)
Published by:Self-published
Publication date: 2016
ISBN: 9781522901259
Price:Unknown
Stanley is a crook, a crook who happens to have stolen money from an even bigger crook in London. When he turns up in Cleethorpes with a plan to buy a house, if he can sell his London flat first. A chain of buyers and sellers build but the chain is only as strong as it’s weakest link, and this link is crooked.
My Review
The plot is good but the execution needs work. It feels like a first novel even though the author has written several books before. It doesn’t quite ring true enough to become immersed in the plot, although the attempt at local dialect is good.
Marikka, by Sam Hawksmoor (children’s fiction)
Published by: Hammer & Tong UK
Publication Date: 2015
ISBN: 9781511994224
Price: Unknown
Marikka flees from an arson attack on her home to the sea, where she meets Mika – a runaway working for a sinister, scarred man hiding from the world. Meanwhile her father, long thought dead, searches for her with the aide of ‘the girl who can read objects’.
My Review
The plot reminds me of an Enid Blyton novel that has been modernised, including the sinister, mysterious villains and the evil step-father. I really quite enjoyed it and I admit to bawling like a baby at end. I liked the main characters, the plot was good, the chapter titles funny and the writing fluent. There were editing errors, e.g. instance instead of instant, minor things I had to parse to get the gist of the sentence but nothing that a re-edit won’t fix. Definitely a good one for the young teenager before they move on to more challenging books.
I have just one other book to read, For the love of Emily by Joy Wood. I haven’t started it yet but I will soon. The books are piling up again on my to be read list. I’ve been working on craft projects and writing assignments. Before I start University at the end of September I want to get the non-fiction assignments of my Writer’s Bureau course completed. I’m almost done, I have one task left to do on the final non-fiction assignment, and I shall tackle that tomorrow.
For those following the Saga of the Bath, finally today, after nine and a half weeks, the landlord sent a plumber to replace the old bath with a shiny new one. Or, I should say, the letting’s agent did. I intend to wallow in that thing tomorrow morning.
Bin day
And I forgot to put the recycling boxes out again.
I think I might go back to sleep.
I get poetic when I can’t sleep, apparently, so here’s an acrostic poem about anxiety.Continue reading “Middle of the night”
I wrote a complaint in verse, because I felt like it.Continue reading “Interview cancelled by migraine. A poem.”
Another rough draft. I really should make more effort to polish these poems up before I publish them. I suppose it’s the nature of something like NaPoWriMo, the purpose is, for me at least, to stir my creativity. I haven’t had a lot of success.Continue reading “NaPoWriMo day 19”
Do you know what’s really rather irritating? At half two this morning I had the bones of a poem rattling around in my brain.Continue reading “I suppose I should write some poetry”
Rattling drumbeats calling out
Howling trumpets soaring
Hretha’s army is on the march
Seek refuge while you can
Or, it started pouring down with rain just before I finished work this afternoon and I got soaked.
This, by the way, is my inadequate introduction to my post. Forgive the truly poor poetry. It was inspired by the weather this afternoon. My brain bounced from ‘the weather is awful’ to
Sometimes I can’t sleep. When I can’t sleep I write. The first drafts of my poetry usually arrive in the night, or modifications to my fiction.
Continue reading “Things written in the night”
This is what happens when I get tired, inspired and frustrated by lack of a WiFi connection.
Continue reading “Poetry inspired by lack of WiFi, Twitter and HIM”