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Discoverie

London 1593. Francis Sparry is barely scraping a living, writing pamphlets for the printers around St Pauls, when a lucky commission to translate a handbook on geomancy looks set to improve his prospects. Caught up in a plot to discredit Sir Walter Ralegh, he’s forced to flee England for a crime he didn’t commit and gratefully accepts the one-time royal favourite’s invitation to join his expedition to the New World. He really should have known better…
The first thrilling instalment from the papers of Francis Sparry, gentleman and geomancer.
ISBN: 9781788767224
Type: Paperback
Pages: 362
Published: 31 January 2019

Published in paperback by FeedaRead.

Also available in print and a kindle edition from Amazon.

The fading light

It came from the sea.

No one knew its name.

One of a kind.

Us all the same.

Slowly rising, it turned to face us in the fading light.

So, friends, what will it be? Run – or fight?

Written in response to the call to action at the Go Dog Go Cafe. Thank you, people. Just what I needed to get the creative juices flowing.

Footsteps of the mind

What’s that you said?

You didn’t? It’s all just in my head?

I close my eyes. Think pleasant thoughts.

What is it now?

Just ones and noughts.

Breathe deeply.  It’s code. A message, ill-defined.

I’m not insane. It’s only footsteps of the mind.

Written in response to the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge, March 26, 2019, issued by the brilliant Baristas at .  If you don’t know them, drop in for a coffee and a chat.

I’m going slightly mad. It’s finally happened.

I really should write more…

Hmm . . . it’s nearly three weeks since I last posted anything. I could make excuses – too busy at work, a week’s respite in Cornwall with the wife and daughters, decorating a bedroom in preparation for the prodigal son’s return at the end of the month. (He’s handed in his notice at the call centre and is moving home to concentrate on his writing ambitions. Go for it Jake, what have you got to lose?)  

I could make excuses, but, hey-ho, who am I kidding?

The truth is I’ve been spending my time looking at other people’s blogs, other writers’ blogs, and it’s all a little humbling. There’s so much talent out there. So many writers with something interesting to say and a great way of saying it.

I know I’m new to this blogging mullarkey, but it ain’t easy.

Still, you’ve got to start somewhere. Don’t just sit there smoking your pipe, contemplating your navel and getting depressed. You’ve got to write to get better and them words just won’t write themselves . . .

I really should read more…

I have a library full of books.  I call it my library. I like that. Most of them I haven’t read, but I love them all. They’re all great books. I want to read each and every one, otherwise I wouldn’t have bought them. I mean, I’m not pretentious.

Most are from secondhand bookshops, boot fairs and ebay, and boy, do they smell good.  Leather bound early editions of Don Quixote, Gil Blas, the works of Edgar Allan Poe, the Waverley novels, Rudyard Kipling, George Bernard Shaw . . . They look good and they feel good too, but it’s the smell I really like. I want to read them. I know I should read them. The trouble is I just don’t seem to have the time.

It’s taken me six long years to finish Discoverie. Early mornings, late nights, weekends and holidays. I told myself that the library could wait. Once the book was done, I’d take a break, settle back, and indulge my nose. (And what a nose! You’ve got to see it to believe it.)  

It’s been two months now since I wrote the last word, and yet I still haven’t started, what with work, keeping up with Brexit, episodes of Breaking Bad, Six Nations rugby and the bridge classes she signed us both up for — against my express instructions. It didn’t help that she gave me the complete set of the Game of Thrones books for my birthday last year. Seven volumes, five thousand pages . . . and in paperback! The library will have to wait.

I’m willing to read. I’m wanting to read. I’m waiting to read.

And one of these days I will.

Why I don’t do Facebook

I’ve never really got Facebook. I’ve been what my wife would call a stalker for ten years, but you could count my posts on the fingers of one hand.  It’s not that I think it’s a bad thing  – I’ve liked loads.  Nor could it be said that I’m too shy to expose myself in public –  indeed some would call me an ‘incorrigible rogue.’  It’s just that I’ve never really got to grips with the technology.

I was lying in bed on Saturday morning, thinking that having spent the last six years working on the bloody thing,  I really ought to do something to promote my newly published masterpiece. With my 59 friends on Facebook that seemed the obvious place to start.

I decided to experiment by sending a cheeky little message and the link to the Amazon page to my wife.  I thought I was sending it as a private message, but in fact it went to all my friends, all 59, and several hundred of hers as well!  You’d think that was good, right?  At least it was out there, and there’d be no going back. Well, wrong.

Once I’d sent the message, I decided on a whim to update my profile image by replacing the ten year old photo of me, in tee-shirt, shorts and a rather nice hat, with a watercolour portrait she’d knocked up in a spare five minutes one evening a month or two ago. I thought she’d like that.  It was a nice gesture on my part.

Four days later, and I’ve had a mere three comments on the book, four likes and two sales. The painting, however, has had 23 comments, 175 likes, and she’s received four commissions.  Who does she think I am?  Her f***ing agent?

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Published!

Discoverie

London 1593. Francis Sparry is barely scraping a living, writing pamphlets for the printers around St Pauls, when a lucky commission to translate a handbook on geomancy looks set to improve his prospects. Caught up in a plot to discredit Sir Walter Ralegh, he’s forced to flee England for a crime he didn’t commit and gratefully accepts the one-time royal favourite’s invitation to join his expedition to the New World. He really should have known better…
The first thrilling instalment from the papers of Francis Sparry, gentleman and geomancer.
ISBN: 9781788767224
Type: Paperback
Pages: 362
Published: 31 January 2019

 

Available from Amazon  or from FeedaRead

We’re off!

Right!  I have the bare bones of a workable site!  (I have deleted the ‘follow me on twitter’ link, as I’m not yet tweeting, and my one tweet to date was just embarrassing. I guess I’ll have to get over that.)

I’m hoping “Discoverie” will be published in the next few days, but in the meantime I’m making it available (or at least some of it), for anyone interested in a sneak preview.  My protagonist, Francis Sparry, was a fascinating character in real life.  He really was an authority on geomancy, and made the journey to South America with Sir Walter Ralegh in search of El Dorado.

I enjoyed researching the story, and will put some background stuff out as well.

Discoverie – The beginning…

I’ve finally finished writing ‘Discoverie’, and have decided to go ahead and self-publish.  I have approved the final draft for publication, and hope to be able to order a copy in the next few days! Once I have checked that and made any necessary corrections, I shall make it available to purchase immediately on the FeedAread site, and then on Amazon!

In the meantime I need to work on my WordPress site, which given my lack of IT skills and general uselessness at this sort of thing could take a while.

I’m not planning on giving up the day job anytime soon, although that could be out of my hands, if work doesn’t pick up.  (Come on you criminals – up your game!)