Update: Books Past, Present and Future

Gosh, two updates in one year, what’s going on here. Three things.

1: Once again, I’ve a need of beta readers

In Hare and Adder (Book One, Alsaldic Lands Trilogy) Hegrea is denied the granary she’d been promised as a child and which, as she later discovers, is hers by right of inheritance. Now, a thousand years on, Detah, daughter of the present granary family, has no desire to be a granary-keeper. She wants to travel and be a trader.

The story of Alsalda Bear follows Detah’s reaction to the arrival of people from overseas bringing their enemies with them. The inevitable changes they bring will ultimately allow her to grasp the future she believes is denied her – if she has the courage to stand against her family and leave them behind. Meanwhile there’s a mystery to be solved.

If you’re interested in reading and answering a few simple questions, contact me here.

2: I thought you’d like to know that I do take notice of beta readers’ comments.

I am currently working on Hare and Adder, making amendments, addressing issues raised by beta readers and polishing and tidying. It will almost certainly be ready to publish before Christmas, but I’m holding it back. I plan to publish it together with Alsalda Bear next summer (2023).

These two books, and a third, will form the Alsaldic Lands Trilogy which covers the rise in Late Neolithic of the Alsaldic Trading Granaries, and their eventual fall to the first whispers of iron.

Although not part of the Spinner’s Game series, several of the semi-immortal characters first met with in those books appear in this trilogy to battle out ancient grudges, irrespective of the harm inflicted on the humans manipulated and caught in their conflicts.

3: My fellow tweeter and writer, Cheryl Burman, has just published this month’s newsletter… and it carries an interview with yours truly (see below).

Australian by birth, Cheryl Burman lives in the Forest of Dean in Gloucestershire, UK, after spending a few years in Switzerland and Surrey. She loves it there. The Forest has inspired writers, including Tolkien, for generations. It’s still doing so.

Cheryl likes to switch focus from time to time so brands herself a multi-genre author, that is, she writes what she feels like. She began with fantasy for the middle graders (books the mums, dads, grannies etc also enjoy) moved to historical fiction with her novel Keepers, and her historical fantasy novel, River Witch was released on 9th September 2022. You can find all her books here.

The greatest pleasure she receives from her writing is when people tell her: ‘I loved your book.’ It gets even better if they leave a review saying so!

(Taken from her website )

Cheryl introduced me to her readers thus:

Crispina Kemp has a most vivid imagination, and the ability to transfer her thoughts to paper.  Some pure fantasy, some historical fantasy, her books follow the intrigues and dramas of richly complex characters (including a lovesick dragon) in fantastical settings. I’m not done with her Spinner’s Game series yet, but am part way through her latest, Roots of Rookeri, and learning a whole new language as I go. Have a read of my interview with Crispina to discover how and where she gets her inspiration.

The Interview

My October guest, Crispina Kemp, is a writer whose work is mind-bendingly imaginative, with Norse gods, love-sick dragons and prehistoric-style peoples with complex cultures. She is also prolific with a six book series published, a recent release, and a three book series to be launched next year. Welcome, Crispina.

Tell us where you live and what a typical day might look like for you

A typical day might begin with a short walk to the beach with my camera to photograph the sunrise; it might close with a short walk to the estuary for the sunset. [Ed note: Crispina shares her gorgeous images on Twitter each day as @ineebrown51 – they are lovely to see.] For a passionate nature photographer, I live in an enviable position on a spit of land betwixt sea and river (Great Yarmouth). And when not writing and clicking, I’m gardening.

What kind of writing do you do and what led you to that?

Mythic fantasy is my passion. What led me there? The Space Programme. Failing to find a place “to boldly go” I turned my vision inwards to a study of psychology and exploration of spirituality. This encouraged an outward journey to explore this wonderful world, its past, its peoples and their beliefs. From that exploration I returned with the core of my writing.

In the early days of writing, were there authors whom you consciously modelled yourself on?

I’m not sure I’d say consciously modelled but certainly Julian May and Orson Scott Card between them were a liberating factor in that both used telepathic characters. Also, both are fantasy writers with series that stretch across vast chasms of time and space. Oh, snap, ditto.

How does writing begin for you? Is it an idea, a conversation, a title or an image?

Often it’s a song sets me off. Riders On The Storm (The Doors) became The Spinner’s Game. Kula Shaker’s music helped to form the ideas and settings in Roots of Rookeri. Coincidence the lead singer shares my name. Also, I listen to Pagan Rock; those drums influence me and take me back to tribal days!

Are some characters more fun or more challenging for you to write?

In Learning To Fly, Raesan was so much fun to write, though I’m told he’s least liked by the readers. The same is true in Roots of Rookeri. I delighted in writing the drug-addicted psychopathic Kalamite. More difficult are the protagonists, maybe because, with exception of Neve in Learning To Fly, they are the most unlike me.

What is your most recent book about? What inspired this particular story?

I’ve already mentioned Kula Shaker’s music as an influence for my most recently published book, Roots of Rookeri. I’ll add Shakespeare’s comedies to that, especially the early ones. And to complete it my long years as an anti-materialistic aging hippy and interest in the history of astrology.

Link to my Amazon page and all books available

A Key, A Tree, A Prophecy

A violation of the mysterious Wood Tower at the heart of Citadel Lecheni has Kalamite, head of the quasi-religious Runman Order, in a panic, for that’s where he has hidden his mother, his queen – for her protection. Planetary alignments foretell an invasion from the south, so when Eshe arrives in Lecheni from southern Raselstad, Kalamite moves into action. He insists a spy is sent to Eshe’s hometown. The heiress Sifadis jumps at the opportunity to be that spy, to pursue a project of her own and to delay further marriage arrangements.

In Raselstad, Sifadis meets her antithesis, Boody with his abhorrence of everything northern. Yet they share a love for ancient books and Daabian plants. They also share an ancient connection, which on meeting neither expects.

All in all, it’s a tangle of mistaken identities in true Shakespearean form.

What do you want your readers to feel when they have closed the last page of your book?

I have to say I’d like them to feel satisfied. And with this book I hope also to raise a little chuckle. With the Spinner’s books, I hope I might stir sufficient curiosity that the reader will explore some the concepts woven into these stories. For example, the lesser-known mythologies, concepts of altered reality as found in shamanism, the Otherworld Web which connects all of life, quantum-wise.

What do you like to read yourself?

I used to read fantasy and sci-fi, almost exclusively. But these days I’m as inclined to read historical fiction, cosy whodunits, and (occasionally) contemporary women’s fiction. A sign of my age, perhaps. I also consume piles of non-fiction.

If you could tell your younger writer (no matter how recently that might be) anything, what would it be?

Talent might be innate, but craft is not. It is important to learn the rules, particularly of structure. It’s useful too to understand why people listen to or read stories. Are stories merely entertainment? Or is there a deeper hunger and need? Knowing the answer can make a difference to how and what we write.

What are your future writing plans and especially, when can we expect a new book from you?

I am currently working on The Alsaldic Lands Trilogy. Book 1 has been to betas etc, and now awaits a final tidy. Book 2 is about to go to betas. Book 3 I am in process of converting from multiple first person POV to third person POV. I expect to publish books 1 and 2 next summer (2023). Fingers crossed I might manage book 3 at the same time.

The three books cover the rise and fall of the Alsaldic Trading Granaries, beginning with Late Neolithic, progressing to Bronze Age and ending with the first whisper of iron. Several of the semi-immortal characters first seen in The Spinner’s Game make an appearance as they battle out ancient grudges, negligent of humans manipulated and caught in the conflicts.

Books of the Spinner’s Game Series

Biography

Born on the rural side of Norwich a few years ahead of the Space Programme, as far as jobs were concerned Crispina meandered through her younger years until in her 40s she found a job that required her to write – by way of marketing as an integral part of events and theatre management. She retired early due to ill-health and has written full-time ever since.

Link to my Amazon page and all books available

 

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Sunday Picture Post: Ham, Thorpe and Nethergate

14th September saw us taking the bus into Norwich, and out again to Norfolk’s second highest place (Upper Stoke/Poringland) from which “high place” we walked down to the village in the valley. Shotesham. Now to resume the walk

In long ages past Shotesham comprised four parishes, each with its own parish church (the first two photos I took on a previous visit)

Shotesham All Saints: 12th June 2017

Remains of St Botolph: 12th June 2017

St Martins (another ruin) and St Mary’s. Of the four, only St Mary’s and All Saints are now in use

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We stop by the village pond to rest awhile…

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Then it’s off along a wooded trail to a magical woodland pool…

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And out the other side…

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We’re soon back into cow-country!

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Saxlingham comprises two parishes: Nethergate and Thorpe. Nethergate meaning Low Street, one expects Thorpe to be “higher”. And so it was in long ages past. But when a watermill opened at the next village (Newton Flotman) the village migrated towards that potential employment.

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A walk through Smockmill Common, Saxlingham Thorpe

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Great Horsetails grow here, topping my height and more

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The Tas, a river shared by the two villages: Saxlingham here, Newton over there

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And now it’s time to catch the bus back. Hope you enjoyed our walk. For me, it was walking in the footprints of my Kemp ancestors

 

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Druid’s Delight

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I know a hedgerow where mistletoe grows on every tree no matter the species: hawthorn, lime…and as here, apple. Mistletoe on apple and oak were the druid’s delight (though I’ve never seen it growing on oak!)

Lifted Up, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek

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Indominable Spirits

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OMG!
Halloween!
Trick and Treat!
You should see the kids in our street
Their costumes aglow
Gothic and ragged
The local dogs hide
The cats go scat
For these indominable spirits
Are truly running amok


35 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Amok

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CCC204: My Wish

I had expected to be alone on that shore.

It wasn’t that I was doing anything illegal. No drug smuggling, no digging up protected plants or stealing Little Tern eggs. I just didn’t want to be seen.

I didn’t want anyone asking questions… even silently with their eyes. I had something to bury, and they’d think me silly.

I turned my back to the walkers and crouched low in the dunes to scrab into the sand, to make a burial pit.

And in it I placed that small slip of paper.

I covered it, patted it,  spread loose sand over it. Now no one would know it was there. My wish to Spirit to take away this debilitating illness.

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #204

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

  • An answering photo
  • A cartoon
  • A joke
  • A caption
  • An anecdote
  • A short story (flash fiction)
  • A poem
  • A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
  • An essay
  • A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

  • Your creative offering is indeed yours
  • Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN

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Tuesday Treats: Fungi, Berries and Flowers

We’re at that time of year when flowers are few (and those mostly yellow), and fungi have yet to appear in abundance, but berries are everywhere

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That’s just a few of the berries…

Hope you enjoyed

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Sunday Picture Post: Right at the Top

Norfolk isn’t as flat as some folks say. But neither is it really hilly. There are two notable high spots where the land reaches 100 meters above sea level. One is along the North Norfolk Ridge. The other is here in what used to be known as Henstead, the High Place

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Horses in a paddock…but what is that one wearing? Too far away for me to see. Looks like he should be on a medieval field of battle

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All Norfolk lanes lead somewhere…though some end in fields. Not this one

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The vista is wide, and so is the sky

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I’m unused to arable land these days… wow, this seems like somewhere other than Norfolk

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See that farmhouse in the distance…we’re heading to there

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From here till we get to the village in the valley, we’ll be treading and threading through the farmer’s estate. No cattle, just grain…

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What a wonderfully quiet place to live, far from the busy everyday traffic

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A couple of deer springing across the field… I do wish I was faster on responding

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From here the way is downhill all the way and my subjects mostly floral. And so I’ll leave you with a conker on the tree which to me is iconic of the village in the valley…where I’ll take you next week

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Hope you enjoyed. For those with curiosity, we walked from Upper Stoke to Shotesham. Next week we’ll walk from Shotesham to Newtown Flotman in the Tas Valley

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What a Gall!

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This red spiky growth known as Robin’s Pin Cushion is the work of the gall wasp (Diplolepsis rosae).

Red or Green, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek

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Dancing Naked in the Rain

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It’s an image unforgettable
Of an action non-regrettable
I would do it again
Given the chance
And the pouring rain
In which to dance
Adding to the taste of romance
Cheek to cheek
Breast to chest
Thigh to thigh
Public seduction
Inhibition destruction
Flesh on flesh fully exposed
Crossing the line
His will over mine
Superimposed


56 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Superimposed

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