Bride and a Missing Groom

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I realized I haven’t publishing any of my own writing for a while. Recently, close friends of mine got married, big congrats to them. I hope they live happily ever after as in the fairytales.

To stay on the wedding theme, here is my poem Bride and a Missing Groom, a musing of the happily ever after.

 

Bride and a Missing Groom

Princess dresses
Cinderella shoes
Sugary pinks and blues
A prince of course
But no thoughts further

Big wedding
All my friends
A church in a
Picturesque location
Still fairy tale dreaming

Simplicity is the key
Plain silvery dress
Escaping with the
man I love and
those most important

I’m nearing middle-age
The wedding not important
Neither is the ring
Someone to belong with
Someone to grow old with

Perhaps I want the ring after all
And someone to share life with
But I know perfectly well
that I can live happily without it

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New Boy

Those of you who have followed this blog for a while might have noticed that I’m a fan of Tracy Chevalier. One of the things that I like about her books is that they are so well written but also very varied which always has an element of surprise.

The latest book, New Boy, is part of a project where different authors have written new stories from Shakespeare’s many plays. Chevalier chose Othello. Even if I love Shakespeare, Othello is not one of my favourites, but I have never seen it performed on stage.

Chevalier has moved the story to the 1970’s at a school yard. The main characters are in their pre-teens when they still move easily between children’s games and the new interest in the opposite sex. Into this homogenious suburban school with white kids who have grown up together, arrives Osei – the son of a Ghanian diplomate.

The book was so easy to read, I plowed through the first few chapters without thinking. When the plot then started to thicken I thought: “no, I really don’t like Othello”. The ending however is so strong that I’ve had to change my mind. I do like Tracy Chevalier’s Othello very much and I think I need to go and see a theatre production of the play. Perhaps I misjudged this story many years ago.

In any case, well done Tracy Chevalier for pulling off transporting the story to its new setting the way she has done. It works brilliantly.

The Bonesetter’s Daughter

I don’t remember who it was among my friends who recommended that I’d read Amy Tan but finding her book The Bonesetter’s Daugther at the library I decided to give it a go. The recommendation was most likely to read The Joy Luck Club, which must be her most wellknown book but I often like the hidden gems. It’s rare that the most famous book, or song, movie etcetera, turns out to be my personal favourite.

This book posed some confusion. The modern day setting, that takes up the greater part of the first half of the book, didn’t really draw me in. It was well written enough to keep reading but I didn’t care too much about the characters and their lives. But…

Then starts a travel back in time to China before the second world war and shortly beyond. This storyline was facinating, exotic and transported me to a time, a place and lives I wouldn’t come across in other ways than through books. I loved this part of the book.

Since I had such different experiences of the same book, I do wonder if the storyline set in China would have worked on it’s own without the modern day reference, or would I have felt that something was missing, perhaps that the story didn’t go full circle without the three generations that feature in the book.

The only thing I can conclude is that Amy Tan certainly is a good writer worth reading more of. Maybe I should try Joy Luck Club after all.

 

Amy Tan

Let Me Tell You A Story While You Sleep

Last weekend, my long term project of self-publishing my short story Let me tell you a story while you sleep, came to its first conclusion. It’s been a long time coming, as I looked back and realised that the first draft for this story was written three years ago. It has been a steep learning curve and at times it has seemed impossible to get to “published” as life constantly threw things in the way. It therefore feels like a great accomplishment that it has now been completed. The ebook (only ebook this time) is available through Smashwords who also distribute to Barnes & Nobel, Kobo, and Inktera among others. I am still hoping to find my name on Apple ibooks. There are also several library services listed as their distributors. It was a difficult decision to use Smashwords instead of Amazon but in the end I preferred Smashwords’ services. The ideal would be a Smashwords located in the UK or at least in Europe with distribution all over the world.

Now I go into the next phase, to try to drum up interest for my book, or at least let possible readers know that it’s available. A new challenge and a new learning curve have begun. It also means that I can again focus more on writing new pieces. More about that in the next blog post.

If you wish to buy Let me tell you a story while you sleep visit Smashwords at the below link or check with one of their many distributors. At Smashwords you can read 35% of the book before buying. Happy reading! I hope you enjoy my story and stay put for what my next writing project will be.

 

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/726968

Let Me Tell...You Sleep.A

A young woman, newly arrived in London, finds herself drawn into a romance she wasn’t looking for. Will this man prove her wrong about staying unattached, or is he going to be yet another empty promise?

Our Endless Numbered Days

It feels like it was a while since I picked up a fictional book that I really liked. I don’t even remember how I came across Claire Fuller but I started following her blog and that is how I found out about her debut book Our Endless Numbered Days. To my surprise I found a copy at my local library. Hurray for libraries!

It’s good to read a book by someone you know nothing about and where you know little about the story. You have no expectations and no preconseived notion of what the book is going to be like. From the start of this story though, you know that nothing is going to be what it appears to be.

The story is told through the perspective of Peggy, a 8-year old who lives in North London at the beginning of the story. Both her parents have their odd ways but everything has the appearance of being quite normal. However, by the time Peggy’s father leaves their home together with Peggy you know that this is not a normal family.

On the cover of the book it says: “Every parent lies. But some lies are bigger than others.” The consequences of the lies and the hidden truths in this story is impossible to preceive as you follow Peggy’s story. And I don’t think I have ever before in my life felt a need to re-read the last two chapters just to make sure I really understood it. Did it really end the way I first read it? It’s unusual that an author writes an ending that jars with you enough that you’re not sure you can trust what you just read.

There are so many interesting themes in this book as well, but just to name them feels like I would give away too much of the story. In the end, the only thing you can be sure of is that nothing is what you preceive it to be, even up to the last sentence of the book.

 

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Poetry and Spoken Words Night

In a week, I will have done my first poetry and spoken words night. I have read my poetry in public before but this time I’m part of the organisers and will try my best to keep track of everyone else reading, not just my own pieces and time slot.

Like with all arts, it’s important go challenge yourself to go out there and let other people know that you exist. No one is going to buy your book, your art work or your music if they don’t know it’s there to be bought. In general, we want to put a face to the name. Or get a taster of what we could buy. Poetry lends itself well to being spoken, not just read. I read surprisingly little poetry myself, but often attend open mic nights for the sake of hearing other poets.

I don’t particularly enjoy doing reading of my own work. I never feel like I’m prepared enough. My weak voice don’t carry my words. I don’t give enough soul and meaning to what I’ve written. Many writers will agree with me that we are happiest in our own little bubble tapping away on your computers – or scribbling with pen and papper. Other people can fight for the lime light.

Whether you enjoy the spotlight or, like me, dread it a bit, if you are near Woolwich on May 17, we’d be happy for you to join us, just as a listener or a reader.

 

Poetry and spoken words night