Archive for October 11, 2011

This is me

Posted: October 11, 2011 by Simone Young in Current and Active Works

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I’m laid in bed after one of my countless funny episodes and the idea of the above novel is running through my head. I have yet to decide what the main characters look like. Do the back story and write highly detailed notes on the idea. But regardless of all this I commonly have ideas about a scene or a part of a chapter and my brain will not rest until they are written down.

So far I have three such ideas to place I know where they fit. They just do not fit in, not just yet.

With that and my main novel “Twisted Coven” being at the point of near completion, along with my other works in progress “Dead College Girls Cry” and “Mirror Image” along with “Family Ties” and the sequel to “Twisted Coven” entitled “Unlikely Possession” my brain is definitely keeping me busy.

“Twisted Coven” is very nearly complete and I look forward to it being published.

I have a story in mind for putting up on here and will do so tomorrow along with a few little bits of advise I can muster up that I have uncovered while I have been doing the research into agents, publishers and such.

Stay tuned guys.

Simone

He’s responsible for the title of Sara Gruen’s Water for Elephants, a drummer, and he wrote an emotional story being marketed as Women’s Fiction. These are a few reasons why I hope you’ll come to WU for Part I of my interview with Keith Cronin.

And if you are Canadian and celebrating Thanksgiving, may your day be peaceful and filled with gratitude.

During a taster of an Ekphraisis class today I was given a picture of a drive way and asked to write something about it, and here is what I wrote.

The car speeded up the dirt driveway, leaving behind it the building behind, the large, stone purpose built building. A nightmare within the walls, a nightmare best left forgotten. The car leaving marks on the driveway as it speeded along it. Wanting to get away. Wanting to escape, wanting to leave it all behind.

The car had inside it two very sad and tired people, a middle aged plump blond woman and a tall, thin balding gentleman. They looked straight ahead not wanting to look back.

I was the end for them. It was the last time.

The last time their large car would grace the gravel dirt driveway. Behind them was the past, and their biggest mistake. This time it was to far, it had gone to far. There was no going back.

Hay,

 

Writing rules and its something that I love to do.

I find I have difficulty keeping up with blogs but will try my best time time.

I will put tasters of my work up so that you can get a feel for my work and I will also keep you up to date on what I do with the novels and such.

Hope you enjoy