All good things must end but let’s see if this one can end on a high note!
So here’s an inspirational quote which I love. It’s short and sweet…like a gingerbread man…
1) Chris White
2) S. J Higbee
All good things must end but let’s see if this one can end on a high note!
So here’s an inspirational quote which I love. It’s short and sweet…like a gingerbread man…
1) Chris White
2) S. J Higbee
Okay so that was the only 300 reference I could think of haha 🙂
I wanna say a MASSIVE thank you to everyone who has followed me and I (of course!) always endeavour to follow back as you lot are such a bunch of interesting people and I’ve met (cyber-met?) so many amazing people that way and found some brilliant blogs!
And in honour of this I’ve created my own award! That’s right! It might not catch on but so what!? It’ll be fun while it lasts haha!
So you might not be suprised to hear what I’ve called this award…..drumroll….
The Sparkling Unicorn Award!
This award is designed to celebrate your individuality as a person and fellow blogger. If you think about it a unicorn is just a horse with a horn and YOU are just a person with a blog and yet both equate to something special and unique!
So as part of this award I challenge you to write a four hundred word maximum blurb about your life as if it were a novel on the shelf in a bookstore!
After a stint at university, aspiring author Caroline Peckham discovers her passion as a writer and longs to fulfill her dreams. But, when summer hits, her fulltime job begins to consume her time and she struggles to juggle her passions with everyday life. And things are about to get a lot more crazy when a trip to the other side of the planet literally turns her world upside down…
And finally! Nominate five bloggers for the award. So to get started here’s mine! Go for it blogging friends! Share this award far and wide!
1) Hope to Read
I highly recommend you check out these blogs they are fantastico!
Maybe one day farrrrr in the future someone will nominate me for The Sparkling Unicorn Award and I’ll be sitting in my rocking chair puffing on a pipe and I’ll say “Hm! Well, well…how the tables have turned….”(I’ll be super senile by the way but it’ll be totally worth it!)
So you have a fantastic character with all the flaws, traits and layers of an actual human being BUT (particularly when you’re writing third person) how do you get across who they really are?
When I started writing I knew I had a tendancy to write third person but, in comparison to first person, it isn’t so easy to convey their inner emotions and who they are as a person. Some people choose to add the thoughts and feelings of their characters in italics which is one way of approaching this but this isn’t a technique I personally use.
If, like me, you’re a bit of a googler then you may have tried searching this problem to get advice but what you get is a whole long list of ways to develop your character like character profiling etc. but this isn’t what I’m talking about (so if this is your problem – read no more!)
So what did I do?
I read a whole lot of third person books and noted the techniques they used in terms of sentence structure to convey who the characters are.
And here’s my list for your persual. I hope you find it helpful!
(I use ‘he’ in my examples but this is obviously interchangeable with she/I/they etc. etc. Also all actions, thoughts and feelings distinguished by ‘/’ can be interchanged with whatever takes your fancy!)
You get the idea!
Thanks for reading 🙂
Thank you so much to Christine.B for nominating me. Check out her blog here – you won’t regret it! Her musings are passionate, funny, inspiring and quirky and you might even catch a glimpse of her gorgeoussss dog in a photo or two!
So! What’s this versatile blogging malarkey all about? Telling you seven things about myself of course – what? Wasn’t it obvious? (It really wasn’t…)
So here are seven things about me you probably didn’t know (and if you did you must be psychic or a mindreading stalker – ooo a mindreading stalker that’s a scary thought!)
Just for the hell of it I’m gonna number each one in spanish (don’t ask me why…)
Numero Uno – I love to run! I run 4 miles at least three times a week! It’s my favourite exercise because I can get up into the hills, run off road through the fields and just be completely alone with my thoughts. It’s a fantastic way to work out kinks in my book and also time to just escape from the world for a while. #bliss
Dos – I was brought up as a vegetarian and have never eaten meat! I bet that one made you pause haha. I get a lot of questions about this one because many people simply can’t believe I’ve gone my whole life without tasting the meatyness of meat but oh well! Doesn’t bother me XD
Tres – I live in the most quaint, quintessentially English town you could ever imagine! It’s famous for being the home of Winston Churchill and tourists flock here all year round! The town hosts all kinds of old fashioned events on the green from wartime fairs with a real life warhorse descendent called Hercules who pulls his own carriage (including bringing santa to town at christmas!)
Cuatro – I’m an adventurer and thrill seeker at heart. Every year I jet set off on my own to a foreign land and pack as much sightseeing, hiking, and adrenalin activities in as I physically can. I aim to see the world one holiday at a time!
So far I’ve trekked the great wall of china, skydived, scuba dived, bungy jumped and rode an elephant bareback in Thailand, crossed the southern states of the USA from LA to New York camping all the along the way from winning in Vegas, trying my hand at a shooting range in Texas (apparently I’m a natural!), riding in a helicopter over the Grand Canyon, horse riding on a ranch in Utah, dining with the native americans in Monument Valley, lived it up in New Orleans, cycling around Washington DC in a desperate plight to visit every museum, white house and monument in town, running up the Rocky steps in Philadelphia and sightseeing in New York. This year I’m flying to Australia where I will be travelling alll the way round woohooo! Adventure is in my soul! And that’s why I love to write it too!
Cinco – I drive a Mini Cooper (I know, I know I’m the most english person that ever lived right?) I love driving and have actually been congratulated on my parallel parking by several onlookers on various occassions! ( If you saw where I have to park every day and seen the pubload of afternoon drinkers in front of me while I do it, I think you’d agree I cope pretty damn well under pressure!)
Seis – I’ve been single for four solid years! *gasp* – No, seriously! And I’ve loved every minute of it! I’ve learnt to become independent, live on my own, travel alone and be comfortable with just being alone. One of my favourite quotes that sums up a period of singledom is this:
“Appreciate being single because that’s when you grow the most. And with that growth, you come to know what you’re looking for.” – Daniel Goddard
Siete – And last but not least I’m a bit of a zombie fantatic! I often have intense dreams (nightmares???) about surviving a zombie apocalypse! My favourite tv show is The Walking Dead and I recently bought tickets to the first ever walkerstalker convention coming to London and the cast are all gonna be there! (For fans of TWD – Norman Reedus just signed up and I’m peeing my pants with excitement!) and to give you an idea of how crazy I and those I’m going with are….we are dressing up – oh yes! I have literally seen every zombie film and tv show ever made and like to think I have a pretty good idea of what to do if zombies come to town…
So there you are! I may have put you off me for life or (hopefully) given you a bit of reasonably interesting info about me that momentarily distracted you from that paint drying on the wall!
Thanks for reading!
Here are my seven nominees:
7) Miss Benison
I’m sooooo excited to present to you the Creeping Shadow book trailer!
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I loved making this and really hope I’ve captured the feel of the book and might intrigue people enough that they might consider reading it!
You may have noticed the fancy countdown timer on my home page and (if you’re that observant!) you may also have noticed that it is set to just ONE HOUR
That’s right people! It’s now less than one hour to go before I share the cover of Creeping Shadow with you…hold onto your socks…because they’re about to get knocked off…
It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for (actually it’s the moment I’ve been fretting about and preparing for all day!) here is the prologue to Creeping Shadow. It’s 2261 words in length so grab a biscuit or a mcmuffin (or something of the equivalent) and pleeeeasseeee have a read! Everyone who does will win the unicorn award (though this may not be an actual, physical award you’ll know deep down that you’re a beautiful unicorn and that’s surely award enough?) It also has it’s very own page on my website so you can also find it here. Enjoy!
The Girl in the Road
Ten Years Ago
Alison gripped the steering wheel tightly, her wedding band pinching her skin as it caught on the
leather. A stream of headlights briefly illuminated the beaded droplets hitting the windscreen and
the view beyond was momentarily distorted before a squeal of wiper blades cleared the glass.
Heavy clouds curtained the sky, casting the world into dismal tones of blue and grey. The
traffic trundled along at a painfully slow rate and the glaring red of brake lights intermittently
punctuated the gloom. Alison leant her cheek against the window to see how far she was from the
She ignored the noise and squinted in an attempt to improve her vision.
She gritted her teeth in concentration and slowed to a halt as the car in front of her stopped
“Oliver, that’s enough,” she said, resting a hand firmly on her son’s knee as his dirty
wellington boot kicked out towards the glove compartment once more.
He grinned and she raised an eyebrow at him before releasing his leg.
Alison turned her attention back to the road, digging her nails into the soft material of the steering wheel. Sirens cut through the monotonous hum of idiling engines and flashing red and blue lights caught her eye in the rearview mirror.
A fire engine blared its horn as it passed on their left and Oliver sat bolt upright in his seat,
watching it go by. An ambulance followed it closely and stopped a few hundred feet up ahead of
Alison edged forward as the traffic began to move once more. She spotted the turning and
keenly pressed her foot down on the accelerator.
The car in front swerved onto the other side of the road, revealing a chaotic scene beyond it.
An overturned vehicle lay in the middle of the tarmac surrounded by the emergency services. A
police officer was guiding the traffic around the devastation.
“What happened to that car Mummy?” Oliver asked quietly.
“Someone’s had an accident,” Alison said softly, catching a glimpse of a man on a stretcher.
A sick feeling stirred inside her stomach as she indicated and quickly turned the car down a
Trees crowded over the road, casting the lane in darkness so she flicked on the headlights to
banish the shadows. They drifted along the winding lane until the sound of sirens faded into the
distance and they left the main road far behind.
The rain suddenly gave way to a heavy fog and Alison braked, causing the wheels to skid on
the mess of dead leaves that littered the ground.
Her heart fluttered and she took a shaky breath to calm herself.
“You okay?” she asked, glancing at Oliver but he was distracted by something ahead of
“There’s someone out there,” he whispered, leaning forward in his seat and narrowing his
Alison snapped her head back to face the front. She watched as the fog lifted, revealing a
solitary figure beneath the bowing trees that encaged the road. The woodland swayed and leaned
from a blustery wind but the person remained perfectly still, watching, waiting.
“Who’d be out in this weather?” she mumbled as she manoeuvred the car away from the
roadside to give them a wide berth.
The mist descended once more so that a swirling cloud of white swallowed the road and the
figure disappeared behind it.
“I think he’s waiting for us,” Oliver said in a quiet voice.
Alison went to respond but was silenced by a flash of purple light. It radiated throughout the
mist, momentarily illuminating the curling tendrils of the fog as they moved across the road.
She slowed the car to a halt with a low squeal of the brakes, thumbing her wedding ring
instinctively. She swallowed in an attempt to dislodge the lump that had risen in her throat.
“Mum, what is it?” Oliver asked in a hushed voice, a look of fright registering in his eyes.
Alison worried at her bottom lip with her teeth and didn’t answer.
“Perhaps we should go back,” she whispered after a moment, not removing her eyes from
Just as she pressed her foot to the clutch, the fog swirled and the figure emerged. The man
strode toward them; he was tall, dark and shrouded by shadow. The headlights cast an eerie glow in the
mist around him but his face remained obscured beneath a hood. He raised his hands towards the
car and purple fire ignited within his palms, flaring at them threateningly.
A breath caught in Alison’s throat and she lifted a trembling hand to her mouth, her fingers
brushing her parted lips. He closed his right hand, extinguishing the flames that flickered in his
palm, and beckoned for her to exit the car.
Alison tentatively reached for the door handle.
“Where are you going?” Oliver asked in alarm.
“Just lock the car when I get out,” Alison said, her voice shaking as she undid her seatbelt.
Every fibre in her body advised against it, but she was drawn toward the man with a
desperate and hopeful longing that she couldn’t ignore.
She fumbled to tuck her long, blonde hair into the hood of her raincoat and exited the
“Mummy don’t leave me!” Oliver cried, scrambling after her across the driver’s seat.
Alison shut the door firmly and pressed the button on her key before he could follow. A click
sounded as the car locked and she fumbled the keys into her pocket.
The mist clung to her skin as she turned towards the road and a gust of wind flung her hood
back so that her hair whipped around her face in a flutter of blonde strands. The rain drummed
against the tarmac and the trees creaked and groaned as the wind bent them to their limits.
She blinked out into the darkness, her eyes falling on the figure. The man turned and walked
away causing the mist to snake around his body as he cut a path through it.
“Wait,” she called urgently, hurrying forwards.
She glanced back, not wanting to stray far from Oliver but the man’s presence drew her
onwards. He stopped at the side of the road and waited, his stance hauntingly familiar to her.
Her heart hammered as she approached him. “William?” she asked quietly, her bottom lip quivering.
She could sense his gaze on hers, though his features were still concealed beneath the
shadow of his hood. The man turned abruptly and strode into the trees. He pressed his palms
together to smother the last of the flames and was instantly swallowed by darkness.
“No,” Alison breathed then bolted after him.
She stumbled as her foot caught on something. She looked down and a gasp escaped her
It was a child. She must have been around six years old, the same age as her son.
Alison dropped to her knees beside the girl and pushed a mop of blonde hair away from her
pale face. Her eyes were heavy with dark circles and her lips were a worrying shade of blue. She
wore only a thin, summer dress that was soaked through to the skin.
Alison pressed two fingers to the girl’s neck and found the steady beat of a pulse. She
glanced back to the road, hoping to see the pinpricks of headlights heading towards them. She
cursed when she saw none and rummaged in her pocket for her phone. It was dead, though she was
certain that it had been fully charged.
“Dammit,” she hissed, staring at the girl as she decided what to do.
Alison gritted her teeth and lifted the child into her arms, sparing a last, hopeful glance back
toward the trees as she turned to her car.
She hurried over, awkwardly retrieving the keys from her pocket and opening it with a click.
She wrenched the back door open and laid the girl across the seat. The child groaned and Alison
relaxed marginally. She was still alive.
Oliver was craning over the passenger seat to look at her. “Is she okay?” he asked, his eyes
wide in alarm.
“I think so, but we need to get her to a hospital,” Alison said, keeping her voice as calm and
level as she could manage.
Alison shut the back door and returned to the driver’s seat. Oliver was still looking around at
“Get your seatbelt back on,” she instructed, pulling him around to face the front.
He strapped himself in and she accelerated down the road.
Alison sped into the hospital car park and stopped outside Accident and Emergency,
throwing Oliver a quick smile.
“Here we are. Let’s go. Put your raincoat on,” she said.
Alison scooped the girl off of the back seat and rushed towards the entrance whilst Oliver
splashed his way across puddles behind her. She sprinted through the hospital doors, nudging
people aside as she went. She skidded to a halt at the front desk, her wet shoes squeaking on the
The receptionist sprang to her feet and pressed a button on the console in front of her. “What
happened?” she asked as a shrill buzzing sounded in the ward behind her.
“I found her in the road. I don’t know if she was hit by a car o-or,” she stuttered, thinking of
the man who had led her to the child. “She’s unconscious!” Alison blurted, adjusting her hold on the
The woman gave a sharp nod and turned expectantly at the sound of a squeaking wheel. A
short man appeared, hurrying towards them with a hospital trolley.
“Lay her down here,” the man instructed.
Alison gently placed the girl on the mattress. She leant over her, brushing the wet mop of
hair out of the girl’s face. She stepped aside as the man pushed the trolley back into the ward.
Alison gripped Oliver’s shoulder firmly and gave him a half smile. She felt tears spring to
her eyes and wiped them away with the back of her damp sleeve.
“Are you alright, Mummy?” Oliver looked up at her.
“I’m fine, Olly.” She sniffed then lifted Oliver into her arms, kissing his cold, wet cheek.
“Where can we wait?” she asked the receptionist.
“Down the hall and to the left.” She gave them a sympathetic smile as Alison nodded and
Alison hadn’t had to wait long before police had shown up to question her. At first they
seemed suspicious but, once she had taken a breathalyser test and answered their questions, their
attitude had softened towards her. She had neglected to mention the figure in the road. In hindsight,
she wasn’t sure whether it was right to protect a man on the assumption that he was her husband.
Just over an hour had passed and they had heard nothing.
She was unable to keep Oliver occupied any longer and his boredom was beginning to show.
His damp clothes were sticking to him which was only contributing further to his already
“Muuum, when are they going to let us see her?” he moaned.
“Not much longer, Olly,” she said with a sigh, running her fingers through his hair.
“We’ve been waiting for hours.”
“Don’t exaggerate. I’m sure we’ll hear something soon,” she said. “Why don’t you draw a
nice picture for her?”
“Mmm, okay!” he said with renewed enthusiasm and returned to the table in front of him,
reaching for a pencil.
Alison sat back in her chair and anxiously picked at the pink nail varnish on her fingernails.
The once-busy waiting room had diminished to a sparse few who were slowly called away until
only one remained. She picked the last stubborn flake of varnish from the tip of her index finger and
brushed the remnants from her knees absentmindedly.
“Would you like to see her now?” a voice spoke.
Alison looked up to see the receptionist smiling at her kindly.
“Yes,” she said, jumping to her feet.
Oliver grabbed his picture and hurried to keep up as the receptionist led them down a
When Alison opened the door, the girl was lying in bed. Her eyes flickered open as they
entered the room and Alison’s gaze locked with the child’s bright green irises. Something instinctive
stirred inside her and she sensed an attachment to the girl that she couldn’t explain.
“Hello, sweetie. I’m Alison, how are you feeling?” she asked.
She moved to the chair beside the bed and took the girl’s small hand in her own. She
blinked at Alison but didn’t answer.
Oliver climbed up onto the bed, knelt next to the girl, and offered her the picture he had
drawn. She sat up, reached for it and unfolded the page then a smile pulled at the corner of her
mouth. Alison stifled a laugh as she caught sight of the drawing; it was a pink unicorn with a machine gun
for a horn.
“I’m Oliver. What’s your name?” her son asked the girl.
“May,” she said quietly.
“Is that your name? May?” Oliver asked excitedly.
“May,” she repeated, looking up at Alison with a wide-eyed gaze.
She smiled and the little girl smiled shyly back at her.
“What else do you remember?” Alison asked gently.
May shook her head. “Nothing.”
“What about your parents?” Alison tried.
May shook her head, tears gathering in her eyes.
“That’s okay.” She squeezed her hand reassuringly.
“Where’s your family?” Oliver asked.
“I don’t know,” May whispered. “I can’t remember anything.”
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Was that chills running down your spine or are you reading this in a cold shower? Either way! I’m super super SUPER excited to be publishing the prologue of Creeping Shadow (Book One of The Rise of Isaac series)
AND THAT’S NOT EVEN THE BEST PART!
The best bit of all is that YOU guys are getting it first! (I promise!)
In the next TWENTY FOUR HOURS I will be publishing the prologue of Creeping Shadow here at wordpress before anywhere else! Because I love you all and you’ve stuck there right with me from the beginning of my blogging life (#blife) and hopefully along my journey to becoming a published author (eek!)
I’m literally about to pee my pants with excitement right now – I’m sorry for the mental image but I just can’t help it!
So for those of you who are interested….
Creeping Shadow is the first book in my upcoming five part fantasy YA series The Rise of Isaac.
After sixteen year old Oliver Knight discovers the existence of six other worlds, his adopted sister is struck ill by a lethal curse. The curse links her to the fanatical terrorist, Isaac Rimori, who murdered Oliver’s father in cold blood ten years ago. Now, Rimori is plotting to wage a war that will change the face of the seven worlds using the monstrous creatures that live in Vale to aid him.
On his quest to save his sister, Oliver and his friends must compete in near-impossible challenges to gain access to the Gateways that are the portals to the other worlds. But with time running out, devastating secrets unfolding, and Rimori thwarting them at every turn does Oliver Knight have what it takes to save his sister?
I am now on Twitter, Facebook and LinkedIn!
I’d love for you to follow me as I currently don’t have many friends there haha – help a girl out? (puppy dog eyes)
I promise to follow you back!
Here are the links if you’re interested:
Thank you all for following!!!!
I always aim to follow everyone back who follows me because I love you all! (And if I haven’t yet I will find you….and I will follow you…)
I’ve loved joining the blogging world more than I ever anticipated! I appreciate all the support so much and love finding new bloggers every day who adore writing and reading as much as I do.
Thanks again to each and every one of you. To show my appreciation here’s a two hundred word story (one word for each of you!) enjoy!
The Three Of Us (The title doesn’t count towards the two hundred words! So there!)
There are three of us inside four grey walls. That’s the first thing I know is true. The second is that I am the only girl.
“Where are we?” one of the men speaks. His voice is deep, his eyes dark.
With a whirring, grinding noise the walls begin to move. Not just move, but close in.
The second man runs, no sprints, to press his hands firmly against a wall. He pushes hard and I know this because I see the veins in the muscles of his arms, pulsing and straining against the pressure.
“Help me!” he shouts desperately to us. He’s blonde and blue-eyed with a complexion that speaks of long hours spent in the sun.
A wall presses into my back and I stumble forward, bumping into the man with the dark eyes. I see panic in those eyes, then fear, and finally acceptance. He has accepted his death. That scares me more than the closing walls.
We are pressed into a space so small that we are forced together into a triangle.
And all I can think is that there are three of us inside these four grey walls. And I am the only girl.