Hi everyone. So sorry I've neglected the blog. Life keeps throwing its curveballs. BUT the good news is I have written 88,000 words of a new story - it will be over 100,000 by the time I'm done. It has a working title of Grey Lines but I suspect I'll change that.
It's about a boy who is brought up to be a killer and a boy who is extremely clever but very lonely. I've enjoyed writing this. I just hope it's okay! No one has even seen a rough draft yet.
My creative spurt seems to have coincided with the arrival of blue skies in my part of the UK. I was so fed of nothing but grey.
A snippet from the story
The boy stood and watched as his home burned. The sky above the house was alive with sparks flying in all directions. They looked like tiny birds on fire. But they weren’t. They were bits of his home—curtains, beds, clothes… He’d never seen anything like it. He stared wide-eyed, enthralled by the way the flames leapt and danced, and changed colour. The blaze warmed his skin even from this distance. Flames licked windows until they broke. Paint peeled from wood. The house looked like a gigantic firework, though not as beautiful as those he’d sometimes seen in the sky. Thanks to Kris Karadis - Unsplash for the photo.
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