The Jersey War Tunnels


I’m ashamed to say that I knew nothing of the suffering of the Jersey people during WWII. I guess the Channel Islands are too far away for it to bear any impact on the average spotty 14 year old sitting in a History class of a mainland British school.

My trip to the tunnels was educating and alarming. It’s a very thought provoking place. How can you say you enjoyed your visit in the knowledge of all the suffering that went on there? The atmosphere is heavy, cold and eerie. But, at the same time I found it inspiring. I carried Louisa May Gould’s ID card with me, at that stage, unaware of her fate.

The strength of us Brits in times of trouble is somewhat famous, and many would argue quite unique throughout history. So I emerged into the warm daylight from the dark caverns filled with a sense of hope and admiration.

Louisa was a widow when the war started, with 2 sons.

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This photo was taken in 1939.

One of her sons was killed in action, so when she discovered that one of the Russian prisoners had escaped the Nazi’s who were using their prisoners as slave workers, she said “I have to do something for another woman’s son.” She ended up hiding Feodor “Bill” Buryiv for nearly a year in 1943/44.

Betrayed by a neighbour, she was arrested in May 1944 and sentenced to 2 years imprisonment. Sent to France and by August of that year she was in a concentration camp near Berlin, Ravensbruck.

Unfortunately, when the Germans received word that the allies were closing in, they fled the camp, but not before killing everyone in it by constructing make shift gas chambers. Louisa died on the 13th February 1945.

I guess what drew me to this story is that I am a mother of 2 sons myself. Would I have done the same thing? I really don’t know. Louisa knew the consequences, what would happen to her if she got caught. But I guess, that desire to help a young man, when she couldn’t help her own son, was overpowering.

So that’s the basic story, and I’ve been toying with ideas, and the question, how to tell Louisa’s story. I could do it from the POV of “Bill”? Or what about her other son, the one that didn’t get killed in action, how did he feel about it all? Or how about the neighbour, the one that betrayed her. Why did that person do that? Who were they? Or just stick with Louisa’s? And then there’s the choice of 1st person or 3rd person lol.

I think that one of the overriding things that makes me beleive I’m a writer is the fact that I question everything and often describe myself *goes into London mode* as wanting to know “the ins and outs of a ducks arse” lol. Horrible saying I know, but one I grew up with as a child….haven’t got a clue who came up with that one! Anyway, I need to think, I need to make a decision…hey, I need to research lol

Which POV would interest you the most?

Reader Appreciation Award


I’ve been nominated by the lovely Michael over at My Glass House for The Reader Appreciation Award 🙂

I love receiving all these awards, it’s so nice to be thought of, to know that people enjoy what I have to say *grins stupidly* lol

So thank you Michael, I will be playing by the rules with this one as I really like the questions 🙂

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What is my favourite colour?
It’s a toss up between red and purple lol. I wear a lot of red, and love writing with purple ink.

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What is my favourite animal?
Hmmmm, I love cats and dogs, oh and foxes.

What is my favourite non-alcoholic beverage?
A Costa Latte….mmmmmm.

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Facebook or Twitter?
FaceBook, I’m not on Twitter, yet. Although I’m getting really peeved by all the crappy things FaceBook are getting up to recently 😦

Favourite pattern?
Anything black and white, but I’m a bit partial to hearts 🙂

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Do you prefer getting or giving presents?
Giving, definitely!

Favourite number?
Can’t decide between 15 (my birthday, hubbys birthday and my eldest sons birthday) or 5 (the month I was born and the number of people in my family).

Favorite day of the week?
Probably Sundays as I get to lay in and snuggle with hubby lol.

Favourite flower?
White roses, no contest. But I love the smell of Lavender.

What is my passion?
Hmmmm, that’s tricky, I’m passionate about a lot of things….my family, love, helping and caring about other people, volunteering, animals….but, come on, you know the real answer don’t you? WRITING 🙂

I’m going to nominate the following Bloggers for this award. You know the rules guys, answer the questions and pass it on….nominate as many fellow Bloggers as you like, make someone smile today 🙂 I know some of you have already had this award, so my apologies…. Is there such a thing as too many? Lol

Sabrina at Creativity or Crazy
Laura at Quill Wielder
Kathryn at 4am Writer
Clar at Clarbojahn
Lightning Pen

The Prayer


Here’s what I wrote in response to Sundays photo 🙂

“Have you seen them?”

“Seen who honey?”

“The men, the men in the van.” She grabs my arm and digs what is left of her bitten down finger nails into my skin. I steer her towards the bed and ease her down gently onto the rough blanket.

“How are you doing Jan?” I ask. She turns towards the window as I prise my arm from her grip. “Has mum been in to see you?”

She remains silent and stares at the window.

“Jan, I miss you.”

She turns, a wry smile forming on her face and pats my leg. For a second, there is a flash in her eyes, a moment of recognition. A glimpse of my beautiful sister, the woman she used to be before this disease took over.

“Have you seen them?”

I don’t need to ask who this time. “I’ll come and see you next week Jan.” I stand and hug her, but she flinches.

I hold back the tears as I walk to the door and turn. She’s staring at the window, lost in her own world.

I make my way to my mothers room with the smell of disinfectant filling my nostrils. I pause at the door and wonder, when will it will be my turn.

There’s a whole debate isn’t there, on whether mental illness is hereditary. Not really sure where this story is going, or even what genre it is lol 😉 I think I’d have to do a lot of research into mental illness if I wanted to continue with it. It must be soul destroying to see someone you love end up institutionalised 😦

Sorry, hope I haven’t depressed you all too much lol 😉

The To Do List 9th to 15th July


Last week was a funny old week lol 😉

The To Do List consisted of

Read through my WIP with the idea of making notes on the ending lol

Tidy my workspace, I mean really tidy it lol

Do my home work for the Pocket Novel course

Upload all my pics to Flickr

Read at least 1 book this week I’m fed up not reading. It’s ridiculous!

I didn’t do too badly 🙂

I made a decision on the WIP (see the IWSG post on Wednesday-the links below)
I tidied my workspace!
Did my Pocket Novel Homework.
Read a quarter of a book – a huge improvement as I’ve been in a reading slump lol

So this weeks list is:

Critique subs for Mermaids (my writing group)
Do my Pocket Novel Homework
Do a synopsis for my Pocket Novel (which is homework for my Writing Class)
Try to finish my current read
Critique story for a friend and look into comps for her

I’m not even gunna bother adding upload my photos to Flickr because it just ain’t happening lol. I will do it at some stage lol

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So what are your plans for the week? 🙂

Six Sentence Sunday 8th July


Oooooo, my first one! 🙂

Soooo, as you know, I haven’t exactly got a WIP at the moment, although I am currently working on a pocket novel for Sally Quilford’s Pocket Novel Course.

So I’ll give you six sentences from that 🙂

“Oh for heavens sake Danny, what is the matter with you? Can’t I even have a coffee in peace?”

Kate and Francesca watched open mouthed along with the rest of the customers as Harry stood up. His chair scraping violently against the floor.

He made his way to the sugar stand and grabbed a handful of serviettes. Rushing back to his table his eyes met Kate’s.

It’s a romance, can you tell? Lol 😉

Prayer


Today’s photo was taken in Jersey, at the Chapel of Notre Dame de la Clarte. Visitors place pieces of paper in the chapel asking or guidance, help and blessings. There were a few very sad ones, but also some really heart warming ones.

See what you can come up with for this…..

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Will post what I’ve written on Tuesday.

It reminded me a little of Post Secret and that got me thinking…. Is it wrong to use stuff like the note above and Post Secret to inspire our writing? And come to think of it, why am I always attracted to dark stuff? Lol

20 Things I Learnt From An Agent


I don’t know about you, but to me, agents are scary lol.

So i was thrilled when i learnt that our June speaker for the writing class (The Write Place) was Agent Jacqueline Burns who looked nothing like Medusa lol. I was relieved to find she was lovely lol. I know I know, they’re normal people too 😉

Soooo, it’ll be no surprise to you that I ended up with 8 pages of notes!!!! 8 pages! I’ve spent the week, going through them, trying to assemble them into something that makes sense, and here’s the result….20 things I learnt from listening to Jacqueline.

1. Get someone to interview you about your book. If they’re asking too many questions, could it be that actually, it’s not working in places? Ask them if there’s anything they want to know more about.

2. Give your book to friends (preferably NON writers) for feedback. Rather than just asking friends and family to read your book, give them each a specific job. Ask 1 to look at the dialogue, another to look at description, 1 to check that your characters are coming across a certain way etc etc.

3. Concept is EVERYTHING! Ok, Romeo & Juliet is a great concept, it’s a love story, but, it’s dramatic. Setting can be your concept, think Hogwarts or The Pyramids. From what I could gather, concept is like your unique selling point. Think Alice Sebolds The Lovely Bones, the whole story told by a dead girl. Experiment, develop a selling point, something that makes your novel stand out from the rest. Concept is the core meaning of your book.

4. Write with an outline. If you don’t, the first draft will be written with your heart, the 2nd with your head. You’ll quite possibly struggle later when it comes to editing.

5. Think about what the strength of your novel is. Is it dialogue? Description? Your characters? If you don’t have a strength, develop one.

6. Reduce your synopsis down to one sentence. Agents sell to publishers. They need your book to have a snappy punch line. Something that will grab them, and the publishers.

7. Question yourself, re-examine everything. Redraft, redraft, redraft and don’t send your MS out to a publisher until, in your mind, it’s as best as it can be. Agents can tell if they receive a first draft and first drafts go immediately to the slush pile.

8. Most first novels have at least 1 extract in them that shouldn’t be there. Most first time novelist’s just throw everything they want to include in their book down on the page. Often there are parts that really, bear no relevance, and are usually based on the writers personal experience. Most agents would rather receive something that is only 70,000 words than 100,000 that includes lots of scenes that don’t belong there.

9. READ! It’s surprising how many writers don’t actually read. Agents can tell.

10. Record yourself talking about your book. Most writers struggle doing a synopsis, and the novel comes across better when they talk about it. Transcribe your recording and use that as your synopsis. The concept should come across in that.

11. Make the agent care. What’s the character going through? What does he/she want? What happens to them along the way? Make sure it stands out who the reader is rooting for. Readers are selfish, they want the nitty gritty.

12. Carry copies of your synopsis to any literary events. Have copies on you at all times when you attend talks and workshops. You never know when an opportunity could arise.

13. Don’t make recommended changes just because blah blah said so. If an agent tells you to change something then resubmit, only do it if you agree. You could end up changing it, resubbing and the agent still doesn’t like it. Remember agents are fickle, with short memories. They’ll forget you and your novel within a week.

14. Take out meaningless drivel. If someone coughs at the beginning of your novel, you better make sure they’re gunna die by the end. Everything has to have a meaning, a reason to be there.

15. Agents are looking to say no. As harsh as it seems, an agent knows on the first page whether they’re interested in your book. Don’t give them reasons to say no.

16. Make sure your start is great! You need to grab them on the first page, if you don’t, your manuscript is doomed. Don’t forget, Agents receive hundreds of manuscripts per week.

17. Embrace social media. All writers should be building up their online presence before publishing a book, plus, it’s good practice to write Blogs.

18. There’s no minimum word count. But, if your MS is finished at 70,000 words ask yourself why? If its because your writing is tight then great. There is a definite move in publishing towards smaller books. People are busy and don’t want huge tomes.

19. Network! Get in front if agents and publishers as much as you can. Build online relationships by following agents blogs.

20. Ok manuscripts are worse than bad ones. Because at least bad ones stand out lol 😉

Well, I found a lot of that very useful. It gave me a lot to think about that’s for sure lol. I know not all of us want to go down the Agent first route, but it seems logical to me. Jacqueline said that if she really likes someone’s novel, their voice, the story, the concept, she is happy to work with them for up to 2 years to get the novel polished and to the point where she is confident she’ll be able to sell it to a publisher.

Personally, I like the idea of having an agent, what do you think?

And if you’re still not convinced that Agents aren’t fire breathing dragons, check out this article by Rachelle Gardner, 13 Things You May Not Know About Agents 🙂

The Lucky 7 Meme


Firstly…..thank you to everyone who commented on my IWSG post yesterday. I really value your support, and although I may have sounded a bit blasé about my decision, it was quite a turning point for me, a moment of release, but also a moment of regret. So thank you, for your understanding…..I can’t figure out if im being brave, pathetic or incredible stupid lol. I guess time will tell. 🙂

So now, for some fun, to cheer myself up lol

Whitney, over at A Serendipitous Happenstance has tagged me with the Lucky 7 Meme 🙂

I was also nominated by Paula Acton and as I’m a rule breaker, I won’t be doing it twice, especially as I only have one WIP, well, semi WIP lol.

My apologies Whitney & Paula, that I haven’t dealt with this earlier, but what with the holiday, life’s been a bit of a whirlwind lol

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Anyway, here are the rules…..

1. Go to the 7th or 77th page of your Work in progress.

2. Go to the 7th line of the page.

3. Copy the next 7 sentences or paragraphs. Remember, they must be as they are typed.

4. Tag 7 authors.

5. Let them know they’re it!

Obviously But Not Forgotten is not exactly the current WIP (see yesterday’s post) but I’m afraid that’s all I have at the moment lol 😦

So here are the 7 sentences 🙂

Ruby remembered how her father had always wrapped her up in cotton wool and she put this down to being an only child.

She slowed the car as she passed the office. Hopwood’s Chartered Accountants in big blue letters above the door. She remembered the day the shop had become available, how excited her father had been that he could now live and work in this beautiful village. He’d spent fifteen years commuting to the local town. Personally, she found it stifling, and couldn’t wait to break free. As a child, she’d decided that she wanted to be an Accountant, just like Daddy. After completing her schooling and university she had made him proud by joining him in the business.

Ha ha ha, well that couldn’t have been a more boring part of the 2nd chapter (hubby said I should have cheated!)!!!!! Lol….why the hell did I decide to write about Accountants? Lol….don’t they say “write what you know” and I know nothing about Accountants lol. And did you notice the clichés? *groans* lol

I Am Tagging:

Virginia at Poeta Officium
Ayesha Schroeder
Ava at Journey Or Jordanna East
Gail Aldwin
Josh Mosey
Laura at Quill Wielder
Robin Coyle

Please don’t feel obligated to take part, but as I’m sooooo goddam nosey, I’d just love to read a snippet 🙂

Out of curiosity dear readers What is the main profession in your WIP? Is it a job you’ve done yourself or will you need to research?

I had Accountants, Solicitors and Police in mine, none of which I’ve ever had any dealings with *groans* Lol 😉 A lesson to be learned I think lol.

Insecure Writers Day – July


Today is Insecure Writers Support Day 🙂

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…..and yes, that was a smile. I’m not smiling because I have no insecurities, I’m smiling because I’ve finally made a decision about my WIP…. *drum roll please*

I’m going to STOP

Yep, that’s right, you heard me lol….there are a couple of reasons:

1. I keep hearing from so many people that you should never edit before you’ve finished, purely because if you do, you’ll NEVER actually finish it. I’m beginning to believe it, as it’s still not finished, so I made a big mistake there 😦

And

2. I attended a talk by an agent last week, which has made me decide it’s not strong enough. You wait till you see my post, 20 Things I Learnt From An Agent (which I’ll be posting on Friday). Seriously, I’m being realistic. What’s that old expression about flogging a dead horse? Lol

The 65,000 words that currently make up But Not Forgotten were written in 2010. I’ve changed so much as a writer since then, I’ve learnt so much. My main problem is getting back into that mindset. Getting back the feelings I had in 2010 when I wrote it. I’m being logical (which is soooo unlike me, I’m usually a heart person, not a head person lol) and logic tells me it’s still a good story, but, it’s just not good enough.

I want to be published. There, I said it, out loud. Is But Not Forgotten a strong enough debut novel for the cut throat publishing industry where your manuscript has to stand out amongst thousands? No, I don’t believe it is, and that’s not just me having confidence issues. I’m being cruel to myself to be kind. I don’t want to still be banging on about this bloody MS in 2 years time. I need to gather my thoughts, decide what I’m going to do next, and move on 🙂

So although I’m feeling delicate, almost a bit bereft, I’m glad I’ve finally accepted where I’m going with this. I need to put the whole lot to bed, move on 🙂

Wow, I feel like someone I hate has just died lol. So onwards and upwards 🙂 I have a few decisions to make over the coming week, something which is quite exciting if I decide to go for it….I’ll tell you more, as and when 🙂

So how are my fellow IWSG members doing? Don’t worry if you’re not a member, if there’s something you want to get off your chest I’m all ears, and available for virtual hugs, chocolate, lattes, wine, that kind of thing 🙂

In Service & Where I’m Guesting


I’m guesting over on Chris Stockings Blog today 🙂 So please pop over and read what I have to say about Inspiration A huge thank you to Chris for posting my ramblings!

Remember Sundays photo? Probably not, because it seems that WordPress had a paddy and those of you who usually receive my posts by e mail probably didn’t get it 😦 Bound to Serve – Elizabeth Mourant’s Bedroom. Well, i don’t know if you picked up on the title, and the furniture in the room itself, but, this was the bedroom that belonged to the house maid, sooooo, I decided to go with that 🙂

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“I Should Like To Make My Own Living by William Thomas Smedley (1858-1920)” Illustration via Wikipedia

Elizabeth opened her eyes as the early morning light filtered through the small attic window. Pulling the covers up to her chin, she thought about the endless tasks they would be expecting her to perform that day. Her hands were raw from scrubbing and every muscle in her body ached. At 19, she had already lost the rosey cheeked flush of youth, her face now sallow and vacant.

She placed her hand on her stomach and felt the flutterings of the life growing inside her. What could she give this child? What choices were available to her? There was a tap at the door and a whispered voice.

“Elizabeth, come on, it’s time to get up. Cook says if you’re not downstairs in 5 minutes she’ll tell the Mistress.”

Reaching out to the bedside table she clasped the small bottle she had taken from the gardeners shed. The dark liquid tasted of bitter almonds and made her gag as she swallowed every last drop.

Resting her head back on the feather pillow she closed her eyes and imagined being whisked away by a cloud of butterflies, to a fairy tale land, where she was the mistress.

Awwww, poor Elizabeth. It was a hard life being a servant/housemaid in those days 😦

Now….who was the father d’ya think? 🙂