#Yourenext book review

What the scariest monster you have ever seen or read about in horror fiction.
Werewolves? Vampires? Zombies? Old tentacle face himself Cuthulu? Pennywise from IT? Pinhead? Maybe old school Frankensteins corpse gave life… It doesn’t matter because all those answers are inevitably wrong. Something Stephen King, Clive Barker and Lovecraft all knew as they put pen to paper, the thing dear old Mary Shelly knew all too well as she hung around with the king of opium fiends back in the day, the real monsters, the ones that keep you awake all night, are all too human.
Vampires and wolfmen kill for food; it’s just there nature.  Zombies have your brains on the menu because its what they do, all they do. As for old tentacle face, well the desires and reasons for an old god to eat the minds of men are beyond our understanding by their very nature. But the reasons for Baron Frankies dabbling with cadavers and lightening are all too human. Read anything by Stephen King, and it is the humans that do the scaring. Pennywise is a chilling invention of King’s mind, but the truly terrifying character in IT is  Beverley Marsh’s abusive, controlling husband.  In hell raiser its Uncle Frank and Julia, not Pinhead, who are the real evil characters. Monsters can thrill us, but it takes humans to scare us witless and make us keep the light on at night. The more real, the more grounded in reality, the worse they seem.
Humans with all their ‘isums’, all their hang ups and distorted moralities. Thier willingness to do evil things not because they have to but because they want to, for love, or jealousy, through rage and fear, anger and hate. All those things we know we harbour within our own hearts, or in the hearts of the stranger in the street, the friend in our home. We can understand them, we know them, on occasion we all feel them. That is what horror is about, looking in the mirror and seeing the monsters looking back at us, wearing our own face.
Vampire, ho hum, give me a wooden stake and some holy water.
The guy who will sell you out for a bag of dope, a roll of tenners or just for kicks, now that’s scares you.
Which brings me, via this whining road through horror and the human condition, to  #Yourenext a short story by R, L, Weeks

 #Yourenext by R.L. Weeks
#Yourenext is written by an authoress who understands that humanity makes the best monsters, the same as King, Barker, Lovecraft and Shelly. It’s a tale told of the modern world, indeed about that most modern and defining aspect of the modern world the internet. If anything defines and reveals the depravities that the humanity around us is capable of, its all those little ones and zeros bouncing around the WiFi. Spend ten minutes reading the bottom half of the internet, you know the comments, and you discover the very worst of people lurking there waiting to be spiteful, nasty and judgemental. Now imagine for a moment that all those nasty little words people so easily type were taken a stage further. That out there in the Twitterverse a killer lurks, and then #Titterkiller #Yourenext gets tweeted with your name, and by the time you read it, its already too late …
Its a simple idea, told with terrifying insight, of the world of #twitterkiller, a world so very like our own, inhabited by people so very like us, like our friends , our neighbours, the strangers on the street. So very like it because it is our world, with just one small insignificant step to the right.
It’s a powerful story made all the more powerful for the telling, grounded in a simple idea and the knowledge that if you want real monsters that keep people awake at night it’s their fellow humans that truly fit the bill.
R, L, Weeks writing draws you in, to see the world as it could so easily be, and her real gift is that while you read, it is how the world is. When you finish, you might just want to delete your twitter account and keep the light on for a while …

Available on Amazon

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Full paperback cover Cider lane

Finally, the new paperback version with its complete new cover is available on amazon.
Which pleases me so very much. As you might imagine

FRONT COVER

 BACKCOVER

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Amazon reviews (and why they are important)

Amazon Reviews and why they are important
Amazon, like it or not, is the leading retail channel for new authors, and the marketplace. It’s not perfect but is vital if you’re trying to get people to read your books. All the Facebook/Twitter/word of mouth/Blog posts and anything else in the world doesn’t amount to anything in comparison to just getting reviews on Amazon.
Unfortunately, this is the reason there are so many ‘paid’ reviewers out there offering to review books for a price. Which is not a route I ever wish to take. I want people to read my books, enjoy them (hopefully), and leave honest reviews. Not everyone who has read my novel/ or any other authors novel,  has written a review, however. 
Which is fair enough, I am not about to hold a gun to peoples head after all. That they enjoy the read is far more important to me than getting a review on a personal level, but like any author, I want to reach as many people as possible. 
Cider Lane is not the world’s longest book, it’s not war and peace, and it’s not a great opus, it’s hardly 1984. But while it’s just a book, to me personally it is the culmination of about three years work.   The 84,348 words of the final proofed copy of Cider Lane, came about by closer to half a million words been written by myself. I would not like to think of the hours, days, months of actual work that I poured into the novel.
It may well be just an odd little book, but for me, it represents a labour of Love, Dreams, Heart and Soul, almost as important to me, in some ways, as one of my children. It simply became a hugely important part of my life, and still is.
Passing Place is much the same, written either side of Cider Lane I had bene working on it for five years by the time I published it, at a much larger 124,498 words. Some of which I am ridiculously proud of.
I put them out into the world as much in hope as expectation. The hope they will be read, liked, many be even loved by its readers. But finding readers isn’t easy, for me, or for other writers.
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Compared to all the work that goes into a novel, and all those long hours spent writing them, it takes about 3 minutes to write an Amazon review when you have read it. 
Six words minimum, more if you wish, It doesn’t have to be long and glowing, just ‘This is a good read, i liked it‘ will do. Sure you can wax lyrical if you desire and no one is going to be critical if you do. You can even point out a few flaws, I assure you no writer would mind as long as its an honest review.
Add a few stars. Just however many you think it’s worth.
Then hit send.
After 20-25 reviews a book will occasionally be included in the ‘also bought’ and the ‘you might like’ lists, increasing a novels visibility on the Amazon site. After 50-70 reviews, Amazon highlights the book for spotlight positions, its newsletter, and will push it, just a little. 
So those three minutes a happy reader takes out of their life to do me a short review are incredibly important to my dreams of finding a wider audience and perhaps finding a few more people who will enjoy my novel.
The same applies to any writer slaving away at the word processor.
So please review, if not my novels (which you may not have read or want to read) do it for the novels of another writer you stumble over. Writing is the only thing more selfish than a good read. They are both things you do on your own, for yourself. ( any writer who does not firstly write for themselves is in the wrong business.)  Reading is a pleasure spent in those golden moments of self, escaping the self. Ironic I know.
But sharing what you read, and the joy you find it in via a review is the least selfish of actions.
So bring a little joy into the world, and help the writers of the books you love out. If you would be so kind.
If you can.
If you would be so kind.
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Cider Lane free sample chapters

You can download or view online a free sample of the first two chapters of the newly reproof Cider Lane: Of Silences and Stars at good reads by following the link below.

I hope you enjoy it and come back for more…

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25913028-cider-lane

 Mark

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New covers

Cider lane has been reskinned, to go with the reproofing of the text.
Very pleased with the new cover . 
The back cover will appear here at some point in the next couple of days once the cover is live on Amazon. Bye bye old apple tree cover, welcome in the Lost Girl cover. 

To celebrate I made a cover for the forthcoming The Passing Place novel as well in the same style .

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Write What You Want

As happens probably too often, on social media I found myself ranting a little over a shared post. Though in this case for once, it was not a post about politics, racism, dyslexia, homophobia or anything else on the worthy, or at least, on my usual scale of things to rant about. Yes, I enjoy a good rant once in a while, as anyone who reads my Facebook posts or a fair number of posts on this blog will realise. I usually, however, pick my battles and have a ‘rant’ about something that I both know a little about and which makes me angry. In this case, it was about the picture to the right…

This is I must admit a mildly insular subject to be having a bit of a ‘rant’ about. I do have a firm opinion on the matter, and I do actually find the whole premise of the post a tad offensive, but not in a way which makes me fume. Ostensibly I just believe the post is based on, what for me, is a false premise. It is not that it is bad advised that is being given out by whoever make the original post. Not entirely ‘bad’ at any rate. I just don’t agree with it.

Like the majority of ‘How to succeed as a writer’ posts and self-help books which have flooded the market, Facebook writers groups and anywhere else they can get thrown out into the world. But here is the thing, this is the kind of ‘advice‘ that I have always found patronising at best. It is based, as all such ‘self-help’ books are, on the concept that there is some golden formula to writing a novel.

There isn’t. There never has been. And there never will be…

A writer should write what they want to write, and write it how they want to write it. Readers do not want carbon copy books which are exactly like any other book they have read. They should write for an audience sure, but primarily they should make that audience themselves first. They should also bear in mind the most important rule,  one which ‘self -help’ books seldom focus upon. Readers like what adds to the story. The story you want to tell is what should drive your novel and a good prologue or epilogue or flashback can do just that. If it sets up something, holds the reader’s interest, and just plain adds to your tale.

Stephen King, who himself wrote a ‘self-help‘ book for writers, (On Writing) but unlike most such books, when King gives out a bit of advice it is worth listening to. Says the most important thing about fiction is the story. It doesn’t matter if you love his novels, or hate them or have never even tried one. If someone has a ‘golden formula‘ for writing successful novels King is up there with the best of them, yet there are no great lists of do’s and don’t in ‘On Writing.‘ Just real advice, and passionate plea to be ‘honest’ in what you write and the occasional warning about the dangers of adverbs…

A good writer, at the end of the day, tells the story they would want to read. They explore the story and their characters, how they wish to explore them. Because if the book doesn’t hold the writer’s interest, he is going to struggle to hold the interest of anyone else. You have to be true to yourself, true to your characters and true to your story. Tell it the way you want to tell it, and if you do that, and you’re lucky enough to reach them, you’ll then take the readers along with you.

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Another of Stephen Kings pieces of golden advice is ‘tell the  truth.’ Which is advice I set some store by, because if it’s not the truth then you will not believe it yourself. And if you don’t believe in it, how can you expect anyone else to?

Of course, the ‘truth’ may be the ‘truth’ about being a psychic assassin, or a vampire, or the ‘truth’ about a small town that gets surrounded by a weird fog with strange tentacled monsters in it that eat the townspeople. The truth about a pan-dimensional bar and grills piano player, or a young girl lost within herself. Or even an airship pilot in the two-hundredth year of the reign of her glorious majesty Victoria who gets press-ganged into ridding the world of that blaggard H.G.Wells… (the last three are mine, not Mr Kings)

A writers ‘truth’ can be very odd, but it has to be true all the same. Honest to itself and its story… And importantly, in the context of this post, to how they want to tell the story.

One of the strangest reactions I got when I finally unleashed Cider Lane on the world was from a close friend who writes herself, and I paraphrase slightly.

‘There is hardly any dialogue, I prefer to read lots of dialogue, I would be happy with two people in an empty room just talking if its good dialogue if there isn’t much dialogue I normally just get bored and stop reading. But I never noticed the lack of dialogue while I was reading it, I was too enthralled in the story.’

The last bit was kind of the point. It was after all what I was aiming for. Ultimately though I wrote the book that I wanted to write, the way I wanted to write it. People can love it or hate it, but it was mine, it was true to what I wanted to write, and that, for me, is really what matters.

It follows no formula, no ‘you must write like this.’

Cider Lane flits between the male and female POV characters with every chapter, telling the story from both sides, letting you in the minds of both main characters. Letting you see them as they mostly misunderstand each other, because that’s the only way the story could be told. It was the way the story wanted to be told. To borrow from Mr King once more, ‘it was the way the story needed to be dug out of the ground.’ as he expresses the process of writing in ‘On Writing.’  If Cider Lane follows any formula, it is its own. One which I have no intentions of following in another novel. In fact, I suspect I will never write another book in its vain again. It is unique in that respect if not in any other. It is not in a genre I would normally write in, it just came to me in the way it did and became the novel it is because it’s the only way that novel could be.

Besides which I don’t want to write the same book again, in part because I want my readers to have a different experience with every book, and because every book is a different experience. For both the writer and the reader. No reader ever experience the book in the way the writer does, or indeed in a way, anyone else does. Reading a novel is a unique experience, unlike the cinema or TV, because it lives in your imagination. Just as it came to life in the writers.

If readers wanted the novels written to a formula, they would never read ‘Fight Club‘ or ‘The strange case of the dog in the night-time,‘ or ‘Lord of the Rings‘ for that matter, which became a formula but followed none itself when it was written.

And therein lays my ‘firm opinion‘ on writing preludes and epilogues (neither Cider Lane or Passing Place has either, but that’s beside the point). As well as for that matter on flashbacks, (which I used a lot, though not as straight flashbacks exactly). My advice, should it be sought, would be to ignore all these ‘golden formula’ advice posts and write your story your own way.

Of course, it should probably be noted I am not exactly a bestselling author, so what my opinion is worth here is another matter… And this turned into an advice post so you should probably ignore this as well…

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American politics, a view from outside the ranch

Having finally at least reached the point where equality between straight and gay was given in that most basic of things, the right to marry the one you love, the GOP in individual states is trying to drag the world back several decades.
Meanwhile, America is a nation, oft claiming to be the greatest country in the world, which has fallen through the cracks.
The Republican party, which often seems to be somewhat to the right of the BNP a British party almost universally derided, seems bound towards an ever increasing sprint to the far right, mixed with an equal desire to bring forth the rapture in their religious further.

Trying to understand American politics as a Brit is a complex business. Not only does it require getting your head around complexities like the difference between primaries and caucuses. Pac’s. Super Pac’s. The never ending polls. You also have to get your head around some very basic things about the American body politic that is a struggle to comprehend from this side of the Atlantic.
Image result for trump cruzEven though Donald, the builder, Trump seems a candidate of ridiculed, he also seems odds on to receive their nomination. The most worrying thing about this is not that Trump seems to be a  credible candidate, but that compared to his nearest rival Cruz he is the most palatable. Cruz is so right wing, and so mired in the evangelical religious further of the Republican party that he makes Trump a moderate in many ways.
The Democratic party on the other hand is… well… its party favoured candidate Mrs Clinton is further to the right than the Grantham grocer’s daughter who sat in number ten over here back in the 80’s. And she gets accused of been too Liberal? While Mr Sanders is a centre-left candidate, who would fit in most social democrat governments in Europe, just.
So we have a left wing party that’s mostly to the right of European ethos, and a right-wing party that’s slightly to the right of the extreme right. And the word Liberal is equitable to goat strangler.
In the last 20 years, the poor have, well stayed where they are. The rich have gotten considerably richer and the middle class have slumped in the wrong direction heading towards the poor while blaming that same poor for their problems. 
Image result for hilary sanders“if we were not paying wealth fare…” seems to be a rallying cry. Rather than the more obvious “If only the hyper-rich paid a little more…”  Could this be anything to do with the hyper rich owning 9/10ths of the media?
America is at least not unique in this, it is a trend across the western world, it is however seemingly more pronounced in the US.
The strange thing, however, as an outsider looking in, is the strange way in which the core of Americans seems to view the world.
The word Liberal appears to inspire vitriol and hate that is unsurpassed. This from a nation founded by liberals, which was the poster child for liberal democracy. It now equates liberalism as a poor man’s communism along with socialist.
The utter hatred for the concept of Medicare is also something utterly unfathomable to a European. The idea that what determines if you live or die in the US is the size of your bank account and if you have the insurance or not is beyond unfathomable in fact. There is this strange concept of not wanting to pay for other people’s healthcare, yet all the figures for universal health care show that the average American with health insurance would pay less in health taxes than they do for medical insurance now. 
Image result for liberal devilOn that subject I have a friend in the States, who is 18 years old, going through her second set of cancer treatments. If she were British, all she would be worrying about would be staying alive to get past her cancer and marry her boyfriend. Instead, she is caught in a cycle of debt she cannot pay, loans she cannot get to pay hospital bills she cannot afford. Trying to work in between treatments and soldier on regardless.
In an effort to do so she is even crowdfunding to try and raise money for her treatment. Crowdfunding, the internet’s way of paying for new board games, books and independent movies, it not a way for anyone to try and pay the bills to stay alive.
From the outside looking in American politics is a war,  its principal warriors the vain and self-obsessed, the foolish and the ill-educated. Its generals the vested self-interest of the status quo. Turning the poor and middle classes upon each other while they sit back and bask in delight at the madness.
The worrying thing is whoever wins the next war starts the day after in Americas obsession with the next cycle of elections.
While the winner will camp out in a white house hamstrung by Congress.
And the rest of the world looks on wondering in hope if the least worst candidate will win because the only one that makes any sense has no real chance.

I love my American friends, and individually they are lovely people. Collectively the nation looks intent on selling out its democracy to the highest bidder while they dream their American dream.  
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Depression, talking about it

Depression is not a natural subject for me to write about because I have suffered from it more than once in my adult life. It’s not a subject I find easy to talk about in general, less still when it relates to myself.  Indeed, not talking about it has long been one of my ‘coping mechanisms’ when it comes to the long dark tunnels into to which I have on occasion wondered. Not, I will admit a very good coping mechanism. Not one which worked awfully well for a start, or helped me get past that dark tunnel at any point. Just a defence against having to deal with my problems, and at the time because talking about them was the last thing I could bring myself to do.
You might well ask at this point, ‘Why is he talking about it now?’ which would be a fair question. The simple answer to which is, because I can. The more complex answer is probably because I should.
I can talk about my depression right now because I am not currently depressed. As has always been the case my depression is not a constant state, it comes and goes over the course of months or years, but has never taken up permanent residence. It tends to come in cycles, and it can be years between attacks. And every single time I get away from its grip I assure myself I will never let myself be dragged back down that tunnel. So as a consequence I don’t talk about my depression when I am not depressed either. Talking about it may bring about its return, why would I risk that?
So why am I talking about it now?
Well as I said the answer is complex but comes down to because I should. Because by doing so I may help others going down that dark road see there is light at the end of the tunnel, which is not an oncoming train. And because the disease of depression is one that can affect anyone and everyone, no matter who they are.
We are perhaps all products of our society and our environment as much as we are products of our own invention, and I grew up in the 70’s and 80’s when ‘real men’ we were told, did not get depressed. Indeed, for most of my life, the impression society has fostered upon me is that depression is a woman’s condition. Men just man up and get on with life.
This is of course what can only be termed as bollocks.
But never the less it was what society taught me back in my youth and a lesson that I took to heart back then. While at the same time suffering from depression in my teens to the point of contemplating suicide on more than one occasion. Dark thoughts in dark tunnels of my emotions. The feeling the world would be better without me. That I would be better without me. These feelings were so strong at times, and for all I got past them they are feelings that have come back more than once in my adult life. And yet I have seldom talked about it to anyone because society taught me to do so was wrong, weak and unmanly.
Like so many things in my life, I have found the prevailing logic of my youth to be saturated with untruths which we, as a society, have moved passed. Ideological concepts I despised in my youth have slowly withered away. Racism is on the retreat, all be its ugly head has arisen of late. Homophobia seems almost a thing of the past, talking to my children they would not believe the stigma I saw some of my friends coping with in the 90’s. While we have far from reaching a point where a strong feminist movement is no longer required even the most vitriolic feminist would agree we have come a long way in the last few decades. As a society, we have moved on in this and so many other ways.
With depression, there still seems to be a stigma that was always there in my youth. Real men do not get depressed (whatever real men are.)
Perhaps this is because, of all these things, depression is the one which has affected me directly. Perhaps I do not see the change in society in this regard, any more than a black lesbian in Hackney may not see that attitudes of racism, homophobia and the misogynous have not changed awfully much either.
Perhaps both I and my fictional Hacknian are fooled by our closeness to the subject, and we have progressed a long way as a society. I hope as much.
My last bout of depression started last spring; I lost my job and my focus, and a steady spiral that I suspect I had been sliding down for a while before that became a death slide. Looking back the signs had been there a long while. The relationship I was in at the time was struggling a little, and importantly I was not talking about my emotions and feelings much, but when it hit me, it hit me hard.
It a depression I have moved past, my relationship ended which inadvertently helped, if only because it gave me the impetus to move on and not having to struggle with the problems within the relationship gave me one less problem in my life to feed into the darkness. Finding a new job, all be it a short-term one in November, then finding a full-time job in January helped also, but mainly I managed with the help of friends to move past the walls of depression.
I am lucky in many respects; I can see positive things which came out of my depression. My first novel was finally finished and published because I needed focus and something to feel good about. Changing aspects of my personal life helped too, and once I had moved beyond the walls of that long dark tunnel, I found a new impetus for life that will keep me from slipping back.
But I know others among my friends and family who suffer from depression. Who don’t talk because they feel they can’t, or should not. That they will be seen as weak, or lacking in other ways if they admit how they feel.
Depression is an illness.
It should not bear a stigma.
It’s okay to be depressed, and it’s okay to talk about it.
It’s not weak to do so.
It’s hard I know, but find someone to talk to, don’t go through it alone.
You’re not alone.
There is always a light at the end of that tunnel, and it’s not an oncoming train
This is an important message we need to keep getting out there.
The links below talk more fluently on the subject
Additionally, if you can talk to no one else, or just want to talk to someone who will listen The Samaritans numbers are listed below, along with links to their websites

 

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What did the treaty of Rome ever do for us?

With apologies to my Non-British readers. Who will probably read little further than this, this is a post about the forthcoming in-out referendum on the EU that we will be having in Britain in a few months. Which for the British is more important than any other vote they have been asked to cast for about 30 years. In or out it’s a major choice, and the tabloid press who are mostly right wing has firm anti-Europe views. So this is perhaps an attempt to redress a little of the balance. Basically, however, all I am asking is that if you’re going to vote do so as an informed choice and read the argument for both sides, not the tabloid anti-Europe rhetoric and  jingoistic Europe bashing 
What follows was not actually written by me, but is a reproduction of a reproduction posted on Facebook, which itself is a reproduction of a letter to the guardian newspaper by Simon Sweeney referenced in Donnachadh McCarthy book ‘The prostitute state’ but in slight reference to a Monty Python sketch “What did the EU ever do for us?
Not much, apart from providing 57% of our trade;
structural funding to areas hit by industrial decline;
clean beaches and rivers;
cleaner air;
Lead-free petrol;
restrictions on landfill dumping;
a recycling culture;
cheaper mobile charges;
cheaper air travel;
improved consumer protection and food labelling;
a ban on growth hormones and other harmful food additives;
better product safety;
single market competition bringing quality improvements and better industrial performance;
break up of monopolies;
Europe-wide patent and copyright protection;
no paperwork or customs for exports throughout the single market;
price transparency and removal of commission on currency exchanges across the eurozone;
freedom to travel, live and work across Europe;
funded opportunities for young people to undertake study or work placements abroad;
access to European health services;
labour protection and enhanced social welfare;
smoke-free workplaces;
equal pay legislation;
holiday entitlement;
the right not to work more than a 48-hour week without overtime;
strongest wildlife protection in the world;
improved animal welfare in food production;
EU-funded research and industrial collaboration;
EU representation in international forums;
bloc EEA negotiation at the WTO;
EU diplomatic efforts to uphold the nuclear non-proliferation treaty;
European arrest warrant;
cross border policing to combat human trafficking, arms and drug smuggling; counter-terrorism intelligence;
European civil and military co-operation in post-conflict zones in Europe and Africa;
support for democracy and human rights across Europe and beyond;
investment across Europe contributing to better living standards and educational, social and cultural capital.
All of this is nothing compared with its greatest achievements: the EU has for 60 years been the foundation of peace between European neighbours after centuries of bloodshed.
It furthermore assisted the extraordinary political, social and economic transformation of 13 former dictatorships, now EU members, since 1980.
Now the union faces major challenges brought on by neoliberal economic globalisation, and worsened by its own systemic weaknesses. It is taking measures to overcome these. We in the UK should reflect on whether our net contribution of £7bn out of total government expenditure of £695bn is good value. We must play a full part in enabling the union to be a force for good in a multi-polar global future.
Simon Sweeney,
Lecturer in international political economy, University of York”
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its not what you think it is ……

“Reality is not want you think it is, it’s nothing more than a perception your mind is trained to accept. The truth? The truth is far greater than you could ever imagine. That flicker of movement in the corner of your eye. The shadows cast by nothing. A patch of darkness in the night which seems to move. The sounds in the lost hours that have no cause. A glimpse of faces in the abstracts of half-light. Catching your eye for a moment, and sending a shiver chilling down your spine. Raising the hairs on your neck in response to some long forgotten memories passed down through time from the caves of your ancestors.  Yet all these things are but a glimmer of a truth your mind will not, cannot accept, but is a truth all the same.“
So I stumbled across this pretentious prose while throwing some OU files onto my kindle to read later. A small passage (there’s about a page in all) that I wrote some time ago. The some time ago being, well I have no idea. The file says 2011, but that just the last time it was saved, or I read it then edited a bit, or when I put it on my kindle with some other files from one of my pc’s. To be honest, you see, I have no idea when I wrote it, or where it was going, what it was part of, and if I had a wider plan of where I was taking this bit of work. 
It not alone, I have hard drives full of bits and bobs. Half-formed ideas that were played with then dropped, scraps of stories. Character sketches and dialogues. 
I normally know what they were about, where they fitted. I know if they were thrown away for something else, or morphed into another story. They are seldom just forgotten. 
And if they are forgotten they are seldom as intriguing as this one. Enticing may be a better word. This feels like a story waiting to be told. It also feels like the introduction to a story I have told. It would slip perfectly into The Passing Place as an introduction as part of a longer piece, or just that paragraph alone, a small opening paragraph to set  readers mind alive. To set them up for the ride they are about to take. 
But here is the thing, I know, with absolute certainty, that this was not my intent when I wrote it.  Which is not normally an issue. the passing place is full of bits of ideas that were written originally as something else but found a home there because it turned out that was where they belonged. 
This piece though feels different. yet at the same time, it feels right. 
I have no idea what it is about. What its story is, and I would have to write it to find out. 
I guess that is the writers curse. 
Sometimes there is a story you really want to read, but your the one who has to write it. 
As +Neil Gaiman  has been known to say the process of writing is more or less put one word in front of another then do it again.    I guess to find out what this is, I’ll have to just do that and see where it takes me. 
#writerscurse
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