Jaye’s Journal ~ week 31

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I didn’t think I would be able to manage a journal entry this week, due to my involvement with the WIP. The very helpful beta report seemed easy to follow, I originally thought, until I began to sort things out.

You know what happens, what seems like a doddle always seems to end up far more complicated than you first thought. I am past the half- way mark now, (I think) so quite pleased with my progress.

One of the points raised, was that my main character wasn’t expressing himself properly or enough. I tried to find the reason for this, intending to give said character a lot more to say and feel. It was while investigating this, that I realised what the problem was.

His point of view was all wrong.

He needed to be written in the first person, as this would allow him to think and feel far more than he was now. I changed the POV in the first few chapters, just to see if it worked.

At this point, I hadn’t given a thought to how much work this would entail, or that it would delay the launch procedure even more. But I really liked the result, so will just have to work harder!

Changing the subject completely, I have been watching the second series of Keeping Faith on a box set as a means of unwinding at the end of some very complicated days. I have been blown away by this mystery drama and all the emotion displayed by all the cast members in this series. I’m a sucker for beautiful theme music and FF has a good one, so I thought I would share it with you.

 

By the time you hear from me again, I hope to have some really good news for a change!

#Writephoto ~ Destination

Thursday photo prompt: Destination #writephoto

 

 

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Image by scvincent.com

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a path between an avenue of trees. Shadows from hidden sunlight fall across the path, but mist obscures the way forward…

 

Through the sunlit cathedral

Could I be looking at the mists of Avalon?

Are Arthur and Merlin waiting beyond the veil?

If I continue walking, would I finally find Camelot?

Would the true mysteries be revealed to me?

My heart was pounding, my footsteps slow to a crawl

If I entered the mist, would I return, would I want to?

Part of me willed the mist to clear, to see nothing more

than the continuing avenue of gold tipped trees

I reached the tree where the half-clipped moon shone through

I stood still, hardly breathing

My soul longing to walk through the mist

Find Camelot and beg the Gods to let me stay.

My true thinking mind knew better

Some mysteries must remain unknown…

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#writephoto

Who’s Fallen…

 

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Who’s Fallen

What if it was Lucifer that held the throne in Heaven?

While God fell.

Is that why so many prayers go unanswered?

He cannot hear with the flames of Hell in His ears

The mocking laughter that follows Him

as He tries to regain his golden throne

Like the man in the iron mask,

He may never rule in Heaven again

That imposter ruled France for thirty-two years

Lucifer has held on for much longer.

I find that many things work better in reverse

Lucifer cares not for whispered prayers in the dark

Nor candle lit churches

He laughs at our foolish clasped hands…

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Legend… #Poetry

 

 

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The day was painted with excitement

Like electricity falling from our fingertips.

The air crackled and the wind changed colour

Helping us see which way to follow

To find the fabled bird of legend

Identified with the kingfisher.

The winter solstice is upon us

We wanted to see the wind and waves

trapped by the legendary bird.

Would the wind vanish, would the waves iron out?

leaving the ocean like a sheet of blue glass

Would all beneath still be moving

unaware of the magic taking place above?

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Morse Code Mouse?

 

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It was going to be another hot day and I was up early, trying to catch up on the editing I was desperately trying to finish.

I worked solidly for an hour and the heat was beginning to build. Instead of the early morning freshness, each breath of air was warm in my throat.

Sitting at my desk, pen in hand trying to pretend I was writing, I stared out the window, wondering how long this hot weather would last.

I hate being hot and sweaty all the time. They had promised a thunderstorm later, so that was something to look forward to.

From my window I had a good view of the garden hedge and its half-clipped state taunted me. It had been abandoned when the hot weather struck. It looked ridiculous, with one side neatly clipped and the top and other side sprouting long shoots like a mad hairstyle. I itched to finish it, but not until the heat let up a bit.

That was when the tapping began.

It seemed to be coming from next door, something we used to hearing. They have a small boy who delights in banging anything he can find on the walls.

As we patiently waited for the noise to stop, I began to imagine someone in trouble, tapping out a message to summon help. This is an occupational hazard for writers, we use any opportunity to create scenarios.

The tapping sounded like Morse code, but with no recognisable pattern. We discussed different reasons why the person in trouble couldn’t shout and that was when we wondered if there was anyone at home next door. It was a school day, and both parents worked, so the mystery was getting deeper.

Anita decided to check and knocked on their front door. When no one appeared, she looked through the windows just in case there was someone lying on the floor.

By now, the tapping had reached a seriously annoying level and I wanted to scream to make it stop. It was louder in the kitchen, but every time we walked into the room, the tapping stopped. Almost as though the tapper could see us and was patiently waiting for us to leave.

As the time went on, the incessant tapping seemed to be increasing, becoming more urgent.

We went through all the possibilities, like could the fridge be making the noise. It did produce odd clicks now and then when defrosting, but nothing like what we were hearing now.

Was there something in the wall, trying to munch its way out?

We have bats in the roof but have never heard them. Anyway, the bathroom was between the kitchen and the roof, so it wasn’t likely.

The kitchen floor was solid concrete, so the tapping couldn’t be coming from there either.

It was almost lunchtime and the tapping had been constant all morning. Our nerves were frayed, and the rising temperature added to the desperation.

That was when Anita mentioned that the tapping sounded metallic and she remembered the mouse trap.

This was one of those humane traps, where the mice can go in to eat the cheese but cannot get back out again.  We bought this a long time ago when Merlin started bringing mice into the house. He never kills them you see, and we were for ever chasing them around the house to put them outside.

Now, normally, when one of his playmates has found the cheese, he lets us know so we can release it. For some reason, this time he hadn’t.

I slid the trap out from under the cupboard and peered inside. I couldn’t see a mouse, but the cheese had been nibbled. I took the trap out into the garden and lifted the lid. Instantly, a tiny but very determined field mouse appeared and leaped to freedom.

Problem solved and peace returned to the household.

Now, where is that thunderstorm?

AAA (2)

This post brought to mind when the first of these visitors began to arrive, and the terrible circumstances that ensued.

If you would like to read these posts, you can find them at the following links…

Tom and Jerry  Part One

Tom and Jerry  Part two