Keep your bum glued to the chair. It’s extraordinary how, if a piece of writing is going badly—and sometimes even when it’s going well—other activities become steadily more attractive. Not just getting up to make endless cups of coffee either—even cleaning out the cupboard under the sink seems suddenly a fun thing to do. Resist! You’ve got to turn up, on time, at the blank page or screen, and then just stay there. That way, if the Muse does decide to pay you a visit, at least she’ll know where to find you.
‘In the beginning was the word,’ or, if you are a believer of the big-bang theory, in the beginning, was a cosmic explosion from which we all originated.
However, before either of those two occurrences, there was something else in existence.
It was Time. Without there being Time, neither event could have happened. No word could have been written, spoken or thought, and no explosion taken place.
It was Time that introduced the solar system that we know, and it will be Time that will end it.
If you accept this premise then, to use a modern parlance, the rest of my discourse is a given!
Darwin argues that we evolved from a unicellular organism, an amoeba type creature, into what we are today. I personally disagree with that, but I will not discuss my beliefs here.
Suffice it to say that whether he is correct or Christianity is…
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In a Regency town house rich in history and atmosphere I will be running a ghost story workshop with artist and printmaker Jill Vigis this October. After a private and highly creative tour of the house, where you will be encouraged to step back in time and picture it when the lime plaster was fresh and the sound of coach horses filtered through muslin curtains, we will get to work.
And our work in the recently renovated kitchen is straightforward: to send tremors down backbones and make the hairs on the neck prickle to attention.
We will work on list poems, micro fiction, create instant books from a collage of ideas and images, and you will go away with a crammed notebook ready to write your own suspense stories and historical fiction. And did I mention there will be cake? Homemade cake made from a Regency recipe (probably).
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In times forgotten, in memories now old
Where stories of love still remained untold,
There was a soul that had wandered far and alone
Trying to find a way for his sins to atone.
Lies were his friend, they hid his name.
They hid his past, they hid his shame.
Bodies had died and faces burned away,
But murders are death and alive for more than a day.
The pen writes the stories, the pages hide the cause.
The gun does the shooting and the pride hears the applause.
The bodies are all hidden but the stench lingers long.
Where does a man with a past find a home to belong?
© 2018, Danny Kemp All rights reserved.
You still have chances
You are invited to the End of Summer Partyon the weekend of August 25th and 26th to enjoy music, good food, witty conversation and an opportunity to plug your books and your blog.
Of course in this virtual world of ours music is great, and so is the wit, but the food is less fattening. It is a chance to mingle and make new contacts and learn more about your fellow bloggers which is always a good thing.
To enable you to do this, there will be four meals where you can be a guest over the two days.
Brunch, Afternoon Tea and Dinner on Saturday and Sunday Lunch.
I want to make this as easy as possible to accept this invitation so please just answer these three questions.
- Please give me the title of a piece of music that means a lot to you with a brief reason…
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An outstanding review of Once I Was A Soldier FREE until midnight PST 8/8/2018
7 August 2018
This is a thriller of the highest quality. I’ve made the comparison between John le Carre and Daniel Kemp before. Both of these writers have agile, creative minds and both are experts in their chosen fields of espionage and the politics of the era.
The theme of Once I was a Soldier is power. People crave power, even if they already have it, they are greedy and want more. Those in power are afraid of losing it and guard it jealously.
The novel opens with an abuse of power. Melissa Iverson has inherited a vast fortune. Her lawyer reads her the contents of her Father’s Will. Her Father has made provisions for his two elderly, much-loved servants, leaving them a house in which to live out their days. But the clause isn’t watertight and Melissa demands that the elderly couple are thrown out of their home immediately. This abuse of power drives the narrative.
This is some of the finest erotica I’ve read. The writer lulls the reader into believing that sex and wealth are so high on the agenda that we are reading a narrative that lures us into the sexually determined world of Jackie Collins, or Shirley Conran.
And neither is this Agatha Christie, there’s no room for Miss Marple here. There is a change of mood and pace that is shocking. We stumble into a gritty, dark world…the characters with whom we thought were safe and dependable are not what they have seemed. Who are their masters? Who truly, ultimately has power? We don’t know and for the most part we never find out, we can only guess. but the final pages bring us back to the narrative…it is shocking, leaving us in no doubt that evil really does exist.
If you like your reading to be challenging, if you like the mystery of where Daniel Kemp is taking you..be warned, Once I was a Soldier is disturbing, but you will enjoy the journey.
Once A Was A Soldier
There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality.
Farmer Brown had dozens of hens, but no rooster, so he goes down the road to the next farmer and asks if he has a rooster for sale. The other farmer says, “Yeah, I’ve this great rooster, named Rudy. He’ll service every chicken you got, no problem.” Well, Rudy the rooster costs a lot of money, but, farmer decides he’d be worth it. So, he buys him and takes the rooster home. He then sets him down in the barnyard and gives the rooster a pep talk, “Rudy, I want you to pace yourself now. You’ve got a lot of chickens to service here, and you cost me a lot of money. Consequently, I’ll need you to do a good job. “So, take your time and have some fun,” the farmer ended with a chuckle.
Rudy seemed to understand, so the farmer points toward the hen house, and Rudy took…
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