writing, creative writing, women, books

On Writing And Process

My forthcoming book Until She Sings represents a lot of things all together and I thought I would pop up and talk about my writing.

Part of being productive is being organised and not just generating ideas but fleshing them out into finished work. My process has changed in line with experience and perspective, so there’s less guesswork and more content produced.

I’ve always been prolific and I’m curating the work to make available for sale because I figure if someone likes one thing of mine then having more work available makes sense.

There are more stages now because it’s all sourced in the idea of selling my writing, so I have to consider cover art, descriptive copy and brand marketing which are important to keep things interesting.

First drafts now are written to outline, in longhand and then edited as they get typed up. I have other books coming but I’m taking things with more seriousness.

If you’ve enjoyed my writing then you’ll be able to buy it and it represents the best possible art I can make.

I hope you will be part of this with me.

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Until She Sings Cover

I wanted to share it with you. More to come, but my hope is, you’ll buy and enjoy the story.

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Until She Sings

I’ve been working on this. It’s coming soon and I’m excited to share it with you all.
UNTIL SHE SINGS

You cannot stay silent if you want to be heard.

Caitlin Ross, a young singer-songwriter, makes her debut at an open mic night playing and singing her own songs for the first time. Struggling in her relationship with her once, nearly famous boyfriend Luke, Caitlin’s performance lends a new spotlight for him to pirate. But Caitlin has grown weary of life in Luke’s shadow.

When a handsome stranger, Daniel, introduces himself after her set, the attraction is immediate and all consuming. His pursuit quickly throws Luke’s failings as a partner into stark relief. And she quickly finds herself caught between the past and the future, chained to the former

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Kiss Your Bones

I’m not the animal groom

Seeking to keep you in one place

Frozen forever

No, I drag your bones from

The depths

Hold them to my skin

Lend some warmth

Until a heart flowers

Skin breathes

And you become,

Supple, playful,

Back arched to receive

And I will shower you

In glistening filth

Awash with disreputable

Celebration

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Ask

Please

Ask me something

About myself

Something complex and personal

I’m not carrying baggage

Past my allowance

But sometimes

I just want to feel

I’m not invisible

Disposable

A cuddly toy who sits bitter watches

Ask me

Something

Anything

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Warm night

A string of lights

Coiled like DNA of angels

Warm night

And she’s upstairs having a bath

Reading

Something complex and syncopated

Is

Playing on the computer

Because who listens to a stereo anymore?

but I’ve a mind to turn it off

Listen to the moment breathe instead

And a hard week behind me

Another ahead

But this chair is firm under me

And I need so little to be happy

(That joke writes itself

I am sure)

Still, on call,

And do it without complaint

Different with her,

And even the flaws serve as good

Instructions

The sound of her footsteps

On the stairs

Putting the kettle on

Book closes

Opens again

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