Posts Tagged ‘missing kids’

While I am working on book edits for Poisoned By Blood book three I am looking forward to you guys seeing it. I had a little hurdle to jump over which was my first ever bout of writer’s block.

I know now why. I had sent the book to my publishers but I worried that I had parts that were too similar to Twisted Coven as their is a similar element and I needed to change things to ensure that the similarities remained minor and that the story itself is different. I am reworking the manuscript right now and I hope that I will be able to share the details soon.

So back to the topic. I now have a video plan for each day of the week and I have done it for the last three weeks. Here it is.

Monday: Murder Case Monday

I look at a murder case each week and use me degree and knowledge to look at it with a fresh set of eyes. Some cases may not be murder thought the prevailing theory is that they were. I have looked at Elisa Lam, Kendrick Johnson, Lisa McPherson and this week I am looking Dylan Redwine.

Tuesday: Trash Talking Tuesday

I talk about some Internet personality/celebrity that is skating of the legality or not, just committing criminal acts and call them out on it. I also look at people who scam their fan’s and so much more. I have looked at Freelee the Banana Girl, Fosey & Jake Paul and SimpyNessa15 & Tana Mongeau. This week I am looking at Vegan scary man Vegan Gaines.

Wednesday: Writers Wednesday/Where are they Wednesday

I do a writing podcast and cover various writing topics that include creating dystopian worlds and writing despite limitations of any kind. I am hoping to have some of my colleges to be on the podcast. I then have the occasional video about missing people and I use the various things I learnt at University a=to help understand the case.

Thursday: Truth Talking Thursday

I pick a topic that I feel passionate about and offer my 2 cents on it. I have tackled the following so far

Emily LeRae Smith & Social Media Stars aren’t Idol’s: Tuth Talk Thursday

The problem with Story-time channel

I also have a lot of other things that I want to go into at some point though that is something that I will share in time.

Friday: Funday Friday

I usually do something fun on a Friday to lighten up my mood and sometimes include my darling husband in the video’s. I hope to do more with him.

Weekend’s: Anything goes

Some times it’s light topic, sometimes something topical that is going on in the multiple worlds that I am involved in and other time it is a serious topic as was this last week. I talked about the recent rise in terror activities here in the UK and the topic of the rise in deaths being streamed live and highlighting Katelyn Nicole Smith as an important case. I will be looking into Katelyn Nicole Smith for a Murder Case Monday.

Anyway, that’s it for now. If you want to watch any video’s here the LINK to check it out.

Have a nice day



Evening everyone,

It’s Saturday and three days off my birthday, and I can’t wait. I am really looking forward to it and I have a little surprise in store but I’ll save that for the day but stay tuned.

Today I want to talk about allowing reality and real life events affect any story or book you want to share with anyone. Now this can be intentional or unintentional and providing there is no case for slander then, in most cases, it’s fine.

For example, in my next installment of Poisoned By Blood I have mentioned and had some involvement with a real admitted serial killer that has been dead for nearly thirty years. The  serial killer in question is one of the most notorious and vile of the subgroup within society. Because he is a person that was and that he confessed to his crimes I am not slandering his character so I wouldn’t be at risk of being sued by his family.

There are traditional media programs that also do this, a perfect example is the central character of Murdoch Mysteries, William Murdoch, is based on the real life Ontario Provisional Police John Wilson Murray.  There is also, Call the Midwife, Orange is the New Black, Band of Brothers, The Tudors, Boardwalk Empire, and The Secret, all based in some way on real events that have happened in the past. There have been movies based on serial killers, along with real serial killers influencing people to create memorable fictional killers that we all know and love.

There are times where it happens without people realizing that they have done it. I am quiet good at note doing this. The only time I’ve let a person I know influence a character is one of the characters in my latest release, the person I am basing the character on knows and is fully aware that I am doing it. The same lady is going to be on the cover and allowed me to use a few of her little quirk, only a few, have made it into the books but this was purposeful and I love the way that the book is looking and I can’t wait to share it with you, I really can’t.

So overall, you can use real people in your fictional books, if it is people that you know get permission before you go ahead, if it is someone who’s in the public eye such as a celebrity, serial killer, etc then it isn’t too bad. So many writers use actors to decide the physicality of a character but the behavior and such are built separately.

Have an awesome weekend.

Happy writing




Hi Readers,

Finally it’s done, completely done.

Please enjoy and let me know if you spot any errors I will be happy to change them.

Two Dead Boys


My name is Darryl and I am writing this account of the last few months while my memory is still fresh. I believe it happened despite everyone saying otherwise. I know it happened. I have the scar and death certificate to prove it.

You may think this a little fantastical and downright unbelievable but it is a one hundred per cent true.

I know.

I lived through it.

My doctors tell me it is my way of dealing with what happened, what they say happened, a nuclear station meltdown, but it is not. I escaped before the explosion. I had to. I had to tell others what happened but they think I am mad.

I will keep this detailed account safe and add to the paperwork I have and one day I will prove that I am in fact a walking dead man.

It is true. I have the proof.

Chapter One: The first weird thing

It all began during my senior year. We were two weeks in and everyone was already stressing about prom, graduation and exams.

Josh and I were raised together and always lived next door to each other. We were more like brothers than friends. We went to school together and our school was two towns over from the little collection of houses where we lived.

We lived on a small cluster of houses surrounded by farmland. Farmland our fathers worked on. Between the two families the houses held nearly twenty people including ailing relatives, parents, children, grandchildren and farm hands.

That day, the Tuesday, was the first day something strange happened.

On the farm there was an old storm/bomb shelter and the walls were nearly nine inch think for protection. This is, word for word, what my dad told us when we got home school.

“The donkey, dumb ass, was acting all strange like it had been bitten and the poison was slowly poisoning the body it was starting to go lame. Your Uncle Bill was trying to help, though he was soon pretty much blind as the ass knocked off his glasses. While we were trying to move the retched donkey it kicked out and caught your Uncle Bill right in the eye, and propelled him right through the storm shelter wall. By the time we got to him he was gone.” He relayed, fighting back the emotion, my father was the stoic type. “The doctor said he drowned from the blood in his lungs that had gotten there due to the damage caused by the fall.” He told us in horrific detail.

My father was always adamant that he would never hide anything from us no matter how horrific much to both our mother’s dismay.

“What about the donkey?” I enquired.

“Put down,” he replied, his face stern and stoic. “It had been bitten, it was the best thing for him. He was old.” Dad explained and left the room, leaving Josh and I to digest what we had be en told.

The workmen were hard at it fixing the storm shelter but yet there was an odd quietness hanging over the farm.

It didn’t occur to us then how strange Uncle Bill’s death was. Not by a long shot.

Even the next two events didn’t cause us to think, our town was still smarting from the death too much to even think about it.

Chapter Two: Two Freaky Scenes

Luckily the next event didn’t involve a death but it was, shall we say, pretty damn strange.

At the school Josh and I went to there was a few, for want of a better word, handicapped students. Among them was a blind boy and a dumb girl. They were from a family that lived just down the dirt road from us and we often gave them a lift.

One day, around a week after Uncle Bills death, Josh and I decided to do a few tricks on our skate boards but needed a referee. So we, I know it sounds strange, asked them to help us out. Julie, the dumb girl, agreed and Paul, her blind brother told us he would tell us what she was saying. They were twins which was always a source of amusement to us both.

Although she was mute Julie was incredibly pretty and the fact she didn’t speak was a plus for most of the guys at school, if you get what I’m saying.

Though she was pretty she was a thick as a post, she was also very, well, slow. She was in a special needs group but we didn’t hold that against her. She was a good laugh regardless of her shortcomings.

She watched as we did our tricks and her and her brother sat in deep though and an odd type of conversation. After around ten minutes of showing off she told us, via Paul, that Josh was better than I. As I was about to ask her why, though I knew it was because she fancied him, their father passed by. He was also dumb, a mute, never spoken once in his life.

Paul told me that I was good from what he heard but josh was just that little bit better.

As their father reached us he surprised us all by screaming “hooray,” at the top of his voice. It shocked us as we had always been told that he was physically incapable of speech.

My dad was close by and he heard it too, it shocked him too. He came running over and asked us what had gone on.

When we explained the whole thing to him he just walked away and giggled as he went.

Paul and Julie left with their father. Between then and the explosion their father never said another word.

Chapter Three: Huhh?

The third event yet for from the strangest happened two days after we showed off for Paul and Julie. It also didn’t involve any horrific and twisted death but oddly strange none the less though it does involve an accidental death or two.

Josh and I had been driving around our semi-rural town, having a bit of fun and we ended up in our counties over grown cemetery near an old abandoned church and we started acting out battles we read about in history. Much like when we were younger.

For hours we played, pretending to shoot at each other, fighting and being typical teenagers. It was Saturday and unbeknown to us at the time the church was no longer abandoned. A new priest had moved in that week and he had, stupidly, called the police.

When the officer arrived we were shocked, we tried to explain, yet he completely ignored us. It was as though he couldn’t hear what we were saying.

Once we arrived at the police station, petrified of our parents finding out. We were processed and put into cells next to each other. We sat on the makeshift beds and we could hear the officer’s talking as the station wasn’t that big. One of the officers enquired, “Peter, why’d you arrest ‘em, they were only playin’. The priest is new in town. If they’d ‘ave known they’d ‘ave gone elsewere’s.” His drawl evident in every shortened word yet our arresting officer didn’t even register that he was being spoken too, he just continued writing up our arrest. “Peter, are you even listening to me?” he asked, his voice raised, nothing registered.

Another, more senior officer, one level under Chief of Police, joined the conversation and got the officers attention. “Peter, you can’t hear anything, can you?” Peter realised he was being spoken to yet his face showed he was completely puzzled.

The senior officer then told one of the others to take Peter to the hospital to get checked out and then released us with a stern warning to stay clear of the old church.

Driving home we knew we had a lucky escape and we were glad it wasn’t going on our permanent record with college so close.

Smiling we turned up the stereo and drove back to the farm. Driving the long, stretched out road was dull and boring and the day started to take its toll and I started to fall asleep, Josh was already asleep next to me, snoring loudly.

I jerked myself awake but it was too late. We were about to collide with a two foot wide fern tree. I had no chance of stopping the car as we were going too fast.

I saw the tree speeding towards me at over ninety miles an hour. The last thing I remember before a prolonged darkness was the tree in front of my face, so close that I could smell the sap and the muddy bark. Then there was just complete blackness and emptiness.

Chapter Four: Resurrection and realisation

The next thing I remember is waking up. I was in a coffin, I had been buried alive, that was the only answer, and it had to have been. I managed to bang my way out, pulling my way up and out. Once out I looked to my left and noticed a slightly banged up Josh next to me.

We looked at each other. A few cuts and marks but nothing to serious.

Then I saw the stiches visible under his dishevelled top and the look on his face told me I had them to. Looking closer I realised that it was in fact a Y incision, the type you see on the chests of the dead bodies on these crime dramas.

We had died in the accident! We were dead! Why the hell were we back? We weren’t zombies, we had to much control and awareness to be a zombie.

We headed to the farm. If anyone could help us figure it out, Dad could.

When the door was opened we were initially greeted by a continuous flow of women screaming and fainting. After they calmed down they hugged us and we sat down and we noticed a lack of appetite and I didn’t want to dwell on the reasons why.

We looked over at my dad who had looked as though he was expecting to see us and had been giggling the whole time the others were screaming

When the others, the family, went back to bed Dad began to explain what was humouring him.

“It’s all like that rhyme that you boys used to sing when you were kids.” He began, His face still showing an odd smirk. “Two dead boys got up to fight.” He reminded us. I recalled it instantly as did Josh. I looked at him and he looked at me and instantly realisation hit.

Everything that happened in the rhyme has happened with two exceptions, the first verse and the last line.

“That rhyme is about us! What happens if we complete it?” I ask, worried and concerned about the possible implications.

“I have no idea son,” Dad replied, his face contorted in worry, “The best thing is to complete it and see what happens.” He advises us. I had to say it made sense. He went to bed still chuckling to himself.

We thought about it and discussed it at length that night and saw no other way of ending this whole sorry affair.

Leaving the farm the following morning we grabbed two Civil War swords that grandpa had collected and two of Uncle Bills pistols while Dad when to get Paul, the blind witness. All the while the women of our little family were hysterical and worried about the plan. They knew there was no way around it.

Chapter Five: First verse

We stood in the freshly ploughed cornfield. Swords glistening in the morning sun and pistols heavy. With one weapon in each hand we faced each other then flipped back to back.

Talking ten paces it dawned on me that I was about to hurt my best friend, my brother, not by blood but he was my brother none the less. How could I bring myself to do that?

I knew I had to. I knew it was necessary but it was still hard and painful to do.

As I finished my paces I turned around as fast as I could and emptied the old pistol into him as he did me.

There was no pain, no blood, there was just a gaping, puss riddled hole. It was as though we were still dead and out young attractive bodies were decomposing from under us.

Nothing happened. At first!!!!

Josh and I collected all the paperwork pertaining to out deaths and put them in a safe yet faraway place.

We started to go back to a normal life. Our bodies stopped decomposing and started going back to normal after we had our organs taking out of the bag they were in and put in their normal place.

Two months after one of the girls at school started acting strange almost as though she was no longer alive. She was vacant, emotionless and then came the biting.

The ‘infection’ spread through our close network of towns like a wild forest fire. It infected men, women and children. They were all turned into brainless, emotionless creatures. They were adamant on making more.

At first we were worried that we had caused it but we couldn’t be sure. We talked about it. Our joined family had been turned and we were trapped in the nearby cattle pen. The barn seemed to obvious and had to many entrance’s in it.

The CDC wrote the area off as a biohazard and the governments did the unthinkable and sent in a small yield nuclear missile and ‘sanitised’ the area blaming it on a meltdown at the local power station.

Chapter Six: Escape

What they didn’t know was that I escaped to a nearby infection free city.

My body was almost back to normal. The only thing that was missing was a beating heart.

I couldn’t let things be and started to tell anyone who would listen what happened and soon got myself committed to this hell hole mental asylum.

I am no longer living yet not yet dead. The doctors could not explain my lack of a pulse. Whenever they asked me I told them the story and they labelled me paranoid.

I was committed as they were sure I was completely insane, mental, mad, and barmy, they pretty much wrote me off.

None of the meds they have given me have had any effect on me what so ever. None

I know Josh was vaporised when the bomb hit. Everyone and everything was gone.

After a few months in this hell hole I began to notice signs of the infection in the hospital. It was just a few and could be wrong and they could have been heavily medicated but if I’m right then we have a problem.

I don’t want to die but if me living causes other people to die and not stay dead what right do I have to say my existence out weights theirs. If I spread the infection then I need to sort something out, but what? How can something no longer living actually die?

I have a lot to think about and this place is perfect I just wish they would leave me alone and stop telling me that I am crazy.

Only time will tell if I’m going to spread the infection until then I’ll hide here.

My blind witness, Paul, is still alive too. He was sent to a hospital two states over to get some rest bite and surgery before the explosion. Though he is now orphaned he is glad to be alive.

Before the ‘duel’ I asked my Dad what was wrong with Peter, the deaf police officer, the night Josh and I died. My Dad told me, “He had accidently discharged his weapon in the police cruiser and burst both of his ear drums making him completely deaf.

The rhyme had come true. I’m still living as it Paul, though for how long I don’t quite know.

* * * * * * * *

Chapter Seven: Dr’s analysis of Darryl Dorkings

Subject is paranoid and delusional.

His paranoia is based on his assumption that if anyone gets close to him they will contact some mystery illness that will turn them into zombie like cannibals.

His delusion is based around the idea that he is the walking dead, that him and his best friend came back from the dead to complete a child’s rhyme that is in fact a prophecy. He also claims his town and several near it were’ sanitized ‘ by the government in order to prevent the spread of this mysterious infection.

Noteworthy Information

The subject has no pulse, needs no food or water and any/all drugs/poisons do not have any effect on him. He has no blood and feels no pain, heat or cold.

Experimental Outcomes

Cells show signs of infection with the same virus that killed his home town and resulted in their deaths. The virus is unique and holds the key to creating the world’s most perfect army and/or and ideal weapon in biological warfare.

Subject is oblivious to the experiments we are running using the virus he is carrying nor is aware that he is the subject of an intense biological study.

Subject with remain committed until such time as he and the other test subjects are no longer needed. At which point the area and those in it will be ‘sanitised’.

As for the link to the rhyme ; yes it is there I see it when he explains it in sessions. It puts a whole new spin on rhymes and poems and those that write them.

Personal note.

The subject is a walking petri dish and possibly slightly insane but I am drawn to him. I can’t explain it. I want to touch him so much it hurts and I don’t care if I get infected. I sometimes struggle to stop myself. I am not the only one. Several female staff and patients have voiced the same urge.

Dr Annetta Jones

BSc, Ma, PhD, Md

Psychiatrist, Molecular Biologist, Epidemiologist

Here’s a reminder of the version I used for the above tale. There are severally different versions out there.

One fine day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,

One was blind and the other couldn’t, see
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout “hooray!”

A paralysed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye,
Knocked him through a nine inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,

A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don’t believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!

Hope you liked it.

Happy writing



I’ve been working hard on “Twisted Coven” and i now at page 123 of 178. Getting there, slowly.

Also toying with ideas for the cover but not quite sure yet. I want simple, eye catching and symbolic of the storyline inside.

Will have to rack my brain a little harder.

Anyone one want to step in with any idea’s.

“Two dead boys” is getting closer to completetion. Then it will need to be proof read.

Zombie Joe, think you will enjoy the ending for it. *HINT*

So, I’m off to be now as I have a busy day tomorrow and can not wait to see the visitors that are coming.

Stay tuned and again I am so sorry for my two week anbsence. I was really ill.


Well guys,

After living in the new house for a month the office is finally in a useable state. there is still a lot to do and organise and there is more furnature coming and more stuff to come from his mums but it seams we may be getting there.

I’m in the corner which is fine because I have everything in arms reach. Next week I will be cracking on with the changes to twisted along with a few others projects.

So much going on at the minuite it is so untrue. We still have so much to do on the house and books, projects and such.

Stay tuned might but up some more teasers for other projects to get my teeth into.

Let cross out fingers I get some peace and quite soon so I can crack on with projects and get some serious work done.

Stay tuned guys more interesting things to come.



I’m back at college after another week off and what a week it has been. Just over a month ago I lost my great uncle who I loved very much then sunday just gone a close friend of ours lost thier father.

Its been a strange week. a very strange week. I have managed to do some writing as well as spending sometime with my friends of the wonderful world of EQ2.

Heres a little snippit of something from the project I’m working on a college.

Samantha tore her strained eyes from the passing green wall of tall trees lining the road and looked in the rear view mirror and locked eyes with her father for a fraction of a second. Her face changed. It shifted from happiness to blind panic. Within seconds of the brief eye contact the car was filled with the hysterical cries of the six year old child. She screamed, cried and yelled. Repeating the word, “No!” Over and over again. She kicked the back of her mothers chair and banged on the glass window.


Paul and Jessica both sighed and Paul pulled over onto the grassy bank that flanked the busy interstate road. Jessica, worried, jumped out of the passenger seat and quickly opened the back door to her hysterical and panic riddled child. Samantha jumped into her mothers arms as her father sighed once more banging his head on the steering wheel muttering, “Not again. Not now.”

Hope you like

Feedback welcomed

Happy Writing



Hope you’re all well.

I am currently working on several project at the moment with various people and various tales.

I may have a model for my new tale which is Stir of Echo’s meets the Grudge with my twisted little take on it.

A tale of a woman hell-bent of tearing the men who killed her apart.

There is also a murder mystery horror which should be good, really good. I can’t wait for mine n the hubby’s office to be sorted then I can knuckle down, get book one out there and book two finished.

Happy Writing


Hello again,

I’m fighting a sore hip and a bad stomach to bring you this but I couldn’t wait.

In the early hours of the 7th March I was ecstatic when I won a free kindle copy of Rebecca Hamilton’s “The Forever Girl”. I quickly set to and uploaded it onto my trusty iPhone 3GS and started to read.

Reading away I was instantly pulled into a world where pagans are misunderstood (nothing new there) and some, not all, vampires are good. A strange world with strange rules.

Okay, a bit of info on the book. The book is about the life of Sophia who is the pagan daughter of an over zealous Christian mother in a small Christian town and throughout the book she is pulled deeper into the strange world of mythical creatures. The deeper she is pulled  in the more she finds things out about herself and more importantly, for her, the reason for the constant buzzing in her head.  A good book. Go and read it. You will be hooked.

I have been lucky to speak to the author on several occasions via email and twitter and she is the nicest, sweetest and kindest woman I have ever meet and when I asked her if I could interview her, she was more than happy to oblige.

She is an excellent writer and she  you into her made up world, Sophia’s world, and you feel the questions, fear and power coming from the well written words. Her book, the one I won a copy of, has sold exceptionally well in both the US, her home ground, and the UK, my home ground, and book two will, hopefully, be released later this year.

Her kind nature is evidenced even more by her love of her autistic sons whom she cares for when she is not writing or copy editing or working on her numberous other projects including raising money for Autistic Advocacy.

So here is the responses to the 16, yes 16, questions I put to her:

1/ Where did the inspiration for  “The Forever Girl” come from?
~I know this is cliché to say, but it just “came to me”. I had two idea: where the story started, and what the main event would be. The characters changed the direction, though, so what was initially the main event is now something that happens in book 4.
2/ Why did you make the main character pagan? Especially one with a strict Christian mother!
~The theme of the novel is “acceptance” and I find that Wicca is one of the least accepted (or understood, for that matter) religions. I’ve even gotten some reviews warning people away from reading my evil book because the character is Wiccan LOL But I think there’s a good message there.
3/ How long did book one take you to write?
~About 4 years, all together.
4/ How many proof reads did it go through?
~HUNDREDS of rewrites and revisions, at least a dozen or two edits, and probably over a dozen proof reads by the time all was said and done.
5/ How did you approach publication and how did TZLA help you?
~ I was contacted by several major publishers with interest to my work, but those deals never went through. I did receive some wonderful feedback which I used to rework my novel, and then I self published. A couple months later, TZLA contacted me. Currently they are putting together a proposal and shopping my book around the Italian market. Most importantly, though, they’ve given me their support and their faith. Rossano Trentin, my agent with TZLA, has inspired me in so many ways. Not just with my writing, either. I’m very lucky he discovered me.
6/ How many agent did you approach before you found the right one?
~I think it was close to a hundred. About a dozen or two it was close calls with, and there are a handful that I still think of fondly as people I would have gotten along with especially well. I think, based on some feedback I received, that my main character being Wiccan and portrayed in a positive light made my book seem like a hard sell in America. I have more faith in my country than that, though, and I just looked to other books that did the same and still did well. We don’t need to make Paganism some dark, evil thing to make it marketable.
7/ I’ve read you have an autistic son. How do you deal with the stigma of invisible illnesses.
~My oldest has autism and my youngest has PDDNOS. It’s very hard, especially now that my oldest is high functioning, because many people just assume he’s a bad kid or he’s spoiled, etc. Not everyone realizes how he used to be or all we went through just to get him talking and trying to socialize and everything else. He still has sensory issues that affect his behavior and that is the hardest to overcome. How do I deal with the stigma, though? Well, I don’t really know. He’s my kid. I love him. I know what an amazing person he is and the great love he is capable of. He offers something in my life that no one else can. So when it comes to the stigmas … yeah, it hurts sometimes, but I just remember that the people who judge us aren’t as lucky as we are to see the whole truth.
8/ Do you think people with dyslexia (like me) can become in print writers?
~Sure! I struggle with that sometimes, too. If you slow down though, that can help. So can having a computer program read your work to you, or having someone proofread for you.
9/ There is another author with the same name who does non-fiction and is a journalist how do you work around that?
~I have given that some thought before. I think what helps is that websites such as Amazon separate our work. We have “author” pages and you can find which works each of us wrote.
10/ “The Forever Girl” includes all the in fashion elements, vampires and shape shifter’s, yet with a different twist. How do you feel about the recent re-writing of the myth?
~I had fun with it. I wanted to go back to the roots a bit, and studied the legends more in-depth, based more on origins. I built my twists from those legends. I really like to ask what if, and I wanted to bring plausibility to the while idea of their existence.
11/ Would you entertain writing a ghost or zombie story? (one of my readers is a huge fan of zombie fiction)
~Ghosts, absolutely. Zombies? There are writers better suited for that than me out there, but I wouldn’t rule it out.
12/ Your book has had success in both the US and the UK, would you release it anywhere else?
~Currently working on releasing it in other countries and languages, yes 🙂 That is where the lovely Rossano Trentin of TZLA steps in!
13/ As a pagan I thank you for paint us in a good light. How do you feel about the common negative misconceptions surrounding the pagan religion?
~You’re welcome, and it was my pleasure! I thank pagans for being good people who are easy to write about in an honest and positive light. I absolutely dislike the negative ideas surrounding the pagan religion. The ideas often presented in mainstream fiction and film are more about making a Hollywood blockbuster and less about being sincere and realistic. I understand that to an extent, but there’s a misfortune in it all because too many people end up thinking that is what Paganism is really about. I’d like to see more entertainment media that stays true to what Paganism is really about.
14/ Where do you get most of your inspiration from?
~My son! He inspires me to write characters who think in unusual ways. Characters who do things that other people wouldn’t do. Then I take that and get to explore why, in their mind, that was the most sensible thing to do. It’s the same with my son’s autism. He does things sometimes that would make no sense to most people. I think that is why most people assume those who have autism aren’t as intelligent as others. But that’s not true. They can be extremely intelligent; their way of thinking is just different. So, that really inspires how I write my characters.
15/ How do you visualise your characters?
~I don’t really try. They just pop up in my head 🙂
16/ Lastly, any advice for any budding writers like myself?
~Never give up. Be persistent. Fight for your dreams. If no one wants to give you a chance, give yourself a chance. If you want to prove yourself to the world, you have to make a believer out of yourself first. And that is the HARDEST part. But you can do it. We all can.
Thanks for interviewing me and for the fun, thoughtful questions! ~ Her thank you note.
I envy her success and appreciate her candor and honesty.
I have inserted several links for you to check out her blog, her charity’s website and a bit of information about us pagans. We’re nice people, really.
Here is a few other links:
My twitter handle: @simmy202069
Rebecca Hamilton’s twitter handle: @InkMuse
“The Forever Girl” Facebook group:!/TheForeverGirl
    Hover over the text to find the links to the author’s blog, the book web page, agency webpage and much more.
Autism is something close to me as are several other ‘invisible’ illnesses. I have two cousins with aspergers, another one with Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and there is a chance I have it to, my mother and I both have dyslexia and then there is the fact that several people I know, including myself, that have suffered from mental ill-health. Just because someone look ‘fine’ on the outside there is something deeper going on, on the inside.
Feel free, as always, to comment.
If you have any questions for Rebecca please let me know and I will put them to her or follow her on twitter and she will, more than likely, answer you.
Happy writing

Hello fellow writers

I feel so cross with my self. I’ve not been on for so long, namely due to the work involved in moving. Packing stuff in so many places is hard work. Were taking a trip to my mums on Thurdsday, to pack the stuff we have there.

I do have some posts writen, I just need to Type them up which I will try and do that this afternoon.

We hope to get the keys for the house this week.  Everythings all go for me at the minuite. Busy bee. Lets not forget all the wedding planing, giving notice on Wednesday. then I have a Job interview next Tuesday, one I hope I have a really good chance of getting the job , it’s part time, NHS. Keep your fingers crossed for me

I’ve not heard from back from my e-mail to the agent yet, may get the other e-mail/letter sorted.

Busy, am I ever anything but.

Happy Writing



I may have an addiction. Well, more than one. It seems that, as my addiction to the dark, sumptuous, sensual velvety taste of chocolate, I seem to hold an addiction to stationary, I am a writer, I use that as my excuse, I have been good of late but yet I yearn for a new note books, a pen type I havent got or a folder with gothic pictures even though I have ones I haven’t even used yet.

My other addiction, and it is good for me, is writing I come up with ideas at a moments notice. Some are stand alone novels like ‘Mirror Image’ and ‘Dead College Girls Cry’ but as well as the ‘White Witch Saga’ trilogy it turns out we may have another book series. This time a book about vampires, not witches and demons. I am still messing around with ideas for names. So expect a few polls popping up soon.

Writing is therapeutic and I have, after several years off abstinence, taken up keeping a detailed journal. It was suggested in a meeting at Mind.

I enjoy writing, it is my entire life, well nearly, I have the love of my life still. Writings makes me smile. It makes me laugh, it makes me feel like I am someone and that I have talent. I think that was the pain talking. So it is hard work fitting it in at the moment. It is hard to consider, seriously, my life if I had no creativity with a pen or a pencil.

The wedding draws closer and the planning has gone into hyper-drive.

I smile when I, occasionally, writing something on twitter that is absolutely detailed and horrific. It makes me  smile when  post stuff and you guys look and like.

I think I am going to have a few more, small, bits of fiction for you.

I have a post on inspiration and another few posts with info and advice in there. and a few poll. So the next few days will be interesting reading.

Happy writing guys