Today’s instalment is part of the new Twitter feature called #SampleSunday or #ss
Finnian stared at the waters of Veniche as they flowed around him like undulating threads of silk. Guilt pulled him in one direction, anger and revenge in another, indifference in another still. What is a Færan but one who has only self-interest at the heart of his life. I am no different. The sailor’s death shouldn’t matter. What do I care for a young boy destined for life without a father. I managed.
Taut with expectation, Lalita hurried behind a persistently verbose Salah and the eunuchs. She ignored the beauty that surrounded her as her feet clacked on the tiles in hard-soled little slippers and her fingers clenched tight. Her throat choked and she wanted to scream at Salah to stop his inane chatter. The one saving grace was that the afrit was nowhere to be seen.
‘Fill the goblet, boy, and keep filling it.’ A ironweight mood settled on Finnian – a Castello mood, and vaguely he observed Gio’s head bob in acknowledgement as the young fellow circled the Captain’s table. The calming sea had and the presence of the boy reminding him of his own lack dug like a thorn in his side. The pretentiousness of the Captain’s table, with its flickering candelabra and polished silver rubbed him raw and the meal was on porcelain plates, as if that matters.
Seeing as I’m about to start putting up the novel, A Thousand Glass Flowers on Mesmered, I thought readers might like to know how the story came about.
I’m always inspired by small things. In fact I think my writing has its very own god… The God of Small Things. The Stumpwork Robe and The Last Stitch were inspired by beautiful embroidery that has its roots in the seventeenth century. Another work-in-progress, The Shifu Cloth has its genesis in the fascinating fabric created in Japan through the centuries and which is in fact called ‘shifu’ cloth. And of course, A Thousand Glass Flowers was conceived from a paperweight. In each case a novel grew from small things. In every case the small things guarded dangerous secrets.
As I ponder the future of my novels and my writing after such a heart-warming response yesterday, I do feel that in the interests of fairness I should point out a few things about the consultancy with whom I have been working.
If you want to read Gisborne from the very beginning, just click on the title Gisborne on the Page above and if you like what you read, you may also like The Stumpwork Robe for sale on Kindle and in print at Amazon. Feel free to read the first few chapters by clicking on the flipping book in Mesmered’s sidebar.
Today I was catching up with Twitter and came across the most gloriously humorous tweets from kaytsukel about things she’s learned by being a writer. I related to most and laughed a lot and thought that writers are all in a common place. So whilst I walked the dogs, I tried to think if there were any idiosyncratic points peculiar to me … and decided nope, there were none.