| THE WINTERS TOUCH A collection of verse Novels/Novellas A collection from the debris field, short pieces of verse and stuff - I'm not a poet. 'The Funeral Pyre' was actually published in some annual Australian poetry collection in 1995 I think. They sent me an invitation to the next years collection which I got on the day it closed! Nice. I did send in another piece but who knows what happened to it cause I didn't get an invite to the following years. NOVELS: The White Of Flance. Available at rspublishing.com.au I started this when I was 17 years old and it was way too much for me, especially when I didn't have a computer and didn't know anything about writing. So I put it aside for a few years until I did get a computer. I wrote the first chapter on and off, for a few years, stopping and starting now and again until it was done. Then chapter 2 which seemed to go on and on. Luc's story is almost a separate novel on its own and I toyed with the idea of breaking it up but decided against it as it felt naked. It was artistic licence that his story was only half finished when the sun rose! I thought this is going on too much better keep it tight. Then chapter 3. It was meant to be the same length as the first 2 which strangely were exactly the same number of pages but it naturally wound up earlier. When I was near the end I thought it was a grand moment, after so many years I could finish it! Then it sat there until I discovered Lutz Barz and his website rspublishing. He loved it so I was driven to do draft after draft and get it done. I spent most of 2006 doing it and it seems strange now that it is finished. I was always able to just dust it off and write something without preparation and the words would come. My only concern was that I thought it too much like Interview with the Vampire and that Luc is French as is Lestat but the stories and characters are completely different. Over all the years the basic story and theme never changed; You shouldn't wish for something cause you just might get it. I used the geography of my old stomping ground of Saratoga/Davistown, nearly all my stuff is set there but changed it into a parallel dimension. Hope no one gets mad about it. |
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