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Pursued by the Muses of prose, poetry, and music.

Yay, It’s Publication Day for Dave Farmer’s Novel, “The Range” :-)

the range book cover FINALNews breaks of a deadly virus in Asia but, despite fatalities, few people take it seriously.

Sheltered within the university bubble, Samantha and Louise are convinced the UK is invulnerable to this virus, until gruesome events unfold around the world and the death toll rises from hundreds to millions.

By the time the virus reaches England and students on campus start falling sick, Samantha has to weigh up the risks of travelling home to London. She decides to sit tight with Louise and wait for everything to blow over.

But the situation further deteriorates in ways the two friends couldn’t have envisaged. Their student flat is no fortress and there’s only one place they’ll be safe: The Range.

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Hearty congratulations to Dave! Today, the Kindle edition of The Range (Bloodwalker Legacy Book 1) becomes available for purchase from Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com, followed by the print-on-demand edition tomorrow.

Some of you will remember Dave from his previous appearance on my blog as June’s guest storyteller, where he whetted our appetites with an extract from The Range. In that post, I described him as writing speculative type “what-if” fiction that concentrates on things such as courage, loyalty and friendship, but with an apocalyptic slant. Of course, this makes him very much a writer after my own heart.

Dave blogs at www.davefarmer.co.uk

Neglected Structures & Overgrown Places #17 — It’s Growing, That Old Timber Stack

27th NOVEMBER 2014

Timber stack 02

28th AUGUST 2014

Timber stack 01

When I first saw this timber stack, it was relatively neat and ordered, like a storage area belonging to someone who keeps bits of timber for a purpose such as for use in a wood-burning stove.

In three months it has deteriorated into a haphazard heap, which this week its owner has crowned with some colourful painted wood. Now I’m thinking, this hoard of timber is a case of “out of sight, out of mind”.

Into which class of person do you fall?

  • Do you throw things out unless they currently serve a useful purpose, or might do so in the identifiable future?
  • Do you hoard things just in case they come in useful at a later, unspecified date?
  • Do you dump stuff, treating it as “out of sight, out of mind”?

Wordless Wednesday — Succulents Capture Sunrise

Succulents Capture Sunrise

Monday Morning Haiku #41

Crab apple

Leaves fallen, fruit gone;
just one golden crab apple
steals the limelight.

One Lovely Blog Award & The Breadmaking Machine

My heartfelt thanks to Keyur Panchel at Keep Picturing, who has an awesome photography blog and was kind enough to nominate me for the One Lovely Blog Award back in mid-September … sorry about the time-slippage on my part D:

Here are the rules of the award

1. Thank the person who nominated you and include a link to their blog
2. List the rules and display the award
3. List 7 facts about yourself
4. Nominate 15 other bloggers and comment on 1 of their posts to let them know they’ve been nominated.

Now I’m going to cheat and break all the rules. This is my twelfth award and I’m running out of new things to say about myself, but you can read plenty of random/eccentric facts from earlier posts via my page Blogging Awards

Before you do this, I’m going to tell you about “The Gadget” that has recently boosted my standing as a domestic demi-goddess: a fact of sorts … hah ;-) And please do stick around to find out who I’ve nominated for the One Lovely Blog Award.

Story Of The Gadget

“What would you like for your birthday?” asked Mister.

“A breadmaking machine,” I replied.

“But women get cross if men give them a household gadget for a birthday present.”

“Not if they’ve requested it.”

Even though my birthday was still a month off, he ordered the machine straight away from Amazon, and immediately it arrived, we had to check it worked and after I’d cooked my first loaf, it seemed silly to miss out on waiting until my birthday to cook another loaf, or two or three …

Not only can this amazing machine be used for bread-making, but also for cakes, pizza dough, and jam-making. So far, I’ve cooked wholemeal loaves, French loaves, and a coffee cake. Apart from them tasting better than the shop-brought stuff, they’re also much healthier as there are no additives. As for the new topping I’ve discovered for wholemeal toast — yum, super-nutritious organic cashew nut butter with sugar-free pomegranate and raspberry jam.

PS Will be providing a report on increases in the waistlines of Mr and Mrs Potter in due course!

Homemade Bread

 My Nominations

I’m going to break another rule and just nominate three lovely blogs I’ve started following fairly recently, which means they haven’t received nominations, or multiple nominations for awards from me before. The links I’ve provided will take you straight to their “about” pages, which describes them far better than I can!

The Eloquent Garden

A View From My Summerhouse

A Delectable Life

Neglected Structures & Overgrown Places #16 — The Demise of a Tree Stump

OCTOBER 2012

bracket fungi

Dead tree in brackets:
a stump in isolation
[Nature’s own sub-clause].

DECEMBER 2013

AlienFungus

Alien  attack!
Green monster from outer space
observes death of tree.

NOVEMBER 2014

Rotten Tree Stump & Honey Fungus

Eroded, blackened,
attacked by honey fungus;
not long now, tree stump.

Wordless Wednesday — British Butterfly, November (Global Warming?)

Vanessa atalanta (Red Admiral)

Vanessa atalanta (Red Admiral)

Monday Morning Haiku #40 — Jackdaws

Jackdaws on Roof

K-jack noise switched off
Post-dawn jackdaw tête-à-tête
Silence is golden

777 Challenge: An Excerpt About Naughty Schoolgirls

Leigh W. Smith of Leigh’s Wordsmithery very kindly tagged me for the 777 challenge back in mid-October (shame-faced at my slowness to respond). Leigh is such a cool writer of most original voice and style. She writes speculative fiction and science fiction, mostly short stories, although she is working on her first novel. Do visit her blog and read some of her awesome creations.

The 777 challenge requires you go to Page 7 of your work-in-progress, scroll down to Line 7 and share the next 7 lines in a blog post. Once you have done this, you can tag 7 other bloggers to do the same with their work-in-progress. This is all a bit of fun: nobody must feel beholden to take part and they are free to bend the rules if they wish.

SarahWritingI’ve already done a similar challenge (Lucky Sevens) twice before, for my Speculative fiction novel that I’m busy submitting to literary agents and publishers just now. What I found interesting about this earlier exercise was that my 7 lines changed from the first draft to the last. For anyone who’s interested, you will find the two different versions in these posts —  Lucky Seven Time! and The Magnum Opus: Where Did that Year Go?  Also, the title has changed several times, with it ending up as Counting Magpies, partly thanks to my fellow bloggers’ input in a recent poll.

At the moment, my work-in-progress involves editing and formatting one of my older novels, possibly with self-publication in mind. It’s not a path I ever envisaged going down but no harm in exploring all avenues. This particular novel, Desiccation, is set in a posh girls boarding school in the 60s and is a darkly comic science fantasy, which I envisage as being suitable for older teenagers upwards. So here’s my extract, although I can’t guarantee that it will appear exactly on Page 7 by the time I’ve finished my edit.

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The head girl despaired at both the skag and the hog, but she could just about tolerate them as long as they didn’t start quibbling about her extortionate commission; not that she was optimistic about making a fortune with such shoddy specimens in her employ.

The sport-mad Skag Rag looked more like a boy than a girl with her flat chest, muscly limbs, and short-cropped hair, while Sweat Hog resembled a large pink blancmange. She could have made something of her white-blonde hair, but instead chose to wear it in a limp ponytail, adding to her general air of neglect. The plus side of both girls’ unattractiveness was their desperation for male attention of any kind.

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And while I’m on the subject of girls boarding school, I’d like to share a picture of me, aged 8, dressed as a St Trinian’s Girl for a fancy dress competition! St Trinians Girl

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Following that brief interlude, here are the 6 (not 7) people I’m tagging for the 777 Challenge (I hear their feet running off into the distance already!):

Blondeusk of Blondewritemore , who is writing her first novel and was my guest storyteller in August (Note: this tagging is strictly under the proviso that Blondeusk doesn’t take up the challenge until December, after she has surfaced from NaNoWriMo as I’m encouraging her not to read back over any of her novel-in-progress until she has typed THE END).

Sherri of A View From My Summerhouse, who’s writing her memoirs. (And shush, this is secret as Sherri doesn’t know it yet, but I’m shortly going to invite her along as a guest storyteller to my blog).

Dave of Dave Farmer’s Blog, whose fantastic zombie novel The Range is due for publication at the end of this month (watch out for the Publication Day special on my blog). Dave was my guest storyteller in June.

Andrea Stephenson of Harvesting Hecate, who is at the submission stage of her poignant novel The skin of a selkie and was my guest storyteller in October.

Ese Klava of Ese’s Voice, who has travelled the world and has written a book titled Butterfly Thy Name.

David Milligan-Croft of There Is No Cavalry, who, like me, doesn’t enjoy the restrictions of genre. I’m not sure where he is with his second novel, Peripheral Vision, re editing, but I’m hopeful he’ll take up the 777 challenge.  The story is about a boy growing up in the 1970s northern England, who descends into crime and whose only chance at redemption is in finding his long-lost childhood sweetheart.

Friday Fictioneers: Too Many Legs

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Excuse me, has anyone seen my mouse?” Damn, that’s not working.

“Help, there’s a tiger on the loose!” Unbelievable. Still no response. You’re all dead from the neck up.

“Fire! Fire!” Well, that’s flaming useless. My lighter’s not working.

“Does that bag belong to anyone?” Excellent, they’re getting twitchy.

“Make way for the bomb disposal unit.” OMG, I hate crowds.

Phew, they’ve gone. Now I can tell my behaviour therapist I made it through the shopping-centre without panicking.

“Oh, no. Help! Somebody, please. Take it away.”

(shaking my fist at the sky)  “What manner of twisted deity creates spiders?”

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 words stories
Photo Prompt: image (c)Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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