• Personal

    In the trenches – a poem

    WWI trenches

    In the trenches

    Reloading our rifles
    In the sludge-filled trenches
    Our hearts racing.
    When will our war end?

    Shells drop from the sky
    Nerves shatter and feet turn black
    Disoriented and weak,
    When will our war end?

    Crimson dye leaks from our wounds
    And trickles down onto the corpses below us
    My vision, fading to darkness.
    When will our war end?

    Fumbling to pull our helmets on
    As a green sea floods the trench
    Eyes shut, I wait for the impact.
    When will our war end?

    Chocking and drowning
    I plummet to the ground
    And watch as my friends stare hopelessly.
    My war has ended…

    By my son, aged 10

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    My first rejection

    Rejection illustrated by the word noA few days ago I received my first rejection. Well, I say “my first”, which is not technically true. I have sent the first chapters and synopsis of another novel to several agents who have declined to ask for a full manuscript. This was the first rejection I received after a publisher had asked for the full.

    I thought I would be gutted. I had not expected an email from the publisher yet (as they said it would take four weeks for feedback and it had only been three) so when I saw the email in my inbox, my heart did a little jump. I was travelling for work and alone in the office, so no one around who could see my disappointment.

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    Welcome

    Hello and welcome to my new site! This will soon be a place where I review books, write about my own journey to become a published author and where I can just write down general musings. I hope you stay for the ride!