***Note: bit of a 'me post' for a change! ;-)
After last year's inclusion in THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF BEST BRITISH CRIME 9, alongside the likes of Mark Billingham and Zoe Sharp, I didn't realise, until recently, that this time I'd be sharing the pages with stellar names, such as of Lee Child and Ann Cleeves, in THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF BEST BRITISH CRIME 10. It is quite an honour, as you can imagine. The book's out in February 2013, and my story's called, FISTS OF DESTINY, selected from the ebook, MANCHESTER 6. A huge thanks goes to author/publisher, Maxim Jakubowski for twice showing faith in my crime writing.
So that's the name-dropping out of the way! ;-)
I'm still beavering away in the background regarding the crime novels, but, as they say, "patience is a virtue", right? I also like the phrase, "The harder you work, the luckier you get."
In the meantime, as short stories pour out of me, I've had a few more accepted recently: four flash pieces in the forthcoming "OWC Writers' Talkback anthology"; one short in a Zombie Apocalypse anthology (more details to follow); one short in, OFF THE RECORD 2 - At the Movies, charity anthology; plus, there was my editors' contribution short in the Thrillers, Killers 'n' Chillers Halloween Comp, which you can read here.
The winning stories from the TKnC comp are absolute crackers and the standard was off the scale.
They've already been posted on the site, so have a browse around for a horror feast. The results are here. Big Congrats to the winners and runners up, and a hat tip to all who entered.
One last note: Paul D Brazill, the man with his finger on the crime fiction pulse, keeps us up to date weekly on all things juicy down Brit Grit Alley. So, if you don't wanna miss anything, get over there!
Laters,
Col
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Showing posts with label writers news talkback. Show all posts
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Monday, 16 August 2010
Proof of stamina...my crime novel... 'completed', at last.
A year later, I hit a brick wall, plot-wise, at 41,000 words. Dispirited, frustrated and doubting I had the stamina to write a novel, I left it for a while.
Around April 2008, I began a second novel that had been pecking to be created for months. It included many of the same characters as my first attempt, but was set some years later. My enthusiasm for this story was boundless... initially.
As the 41,000 word milestone loomed, I began to encounter similar problems... stamina and enthusiasm fading, as I struggled, 'head-poppingly', with plot... again!
In August 2008 my great friend, thriller writer Matt Hilton, suggested I start a blog, post some short stories - I had loads of ideas for them - and get some feedback. So I took an audibly deep breath and took Matt's advice, thinking, But I've only ever shown my writing to me pets n me mum before now...eeek! However, positive feedback spurred me on, keeping the dream alive. Maybe I could write, after all... but could I write a novel?
In a eureka moment, in early 2009 , I decided I could merge the two 'half-novels' together. This was very tricky, but I managed it... well, sort of. Chopping and cutting, re-writing and editing, until I had a mishmash of 70-odd thousand words... but, alas, it still wasn't right.
There was a point where, despite my tenacity and ambition - or because of it? - I had to pull away from it all, as it was becoming too much. But that's when you know who your friends are, right? Many offered encouragement and I'm truly thankful, but there were four in particular, who have been constant throughout, and had more faith in me than I probably had myself... my brother, Dek, Dave Barber, Lee Hughes and Matt Hilton - cheers, lads!
A couple of trusted friends gave me feedback, and liked it (but they would, I hear you say!). By this stage, my confidence was up, due to having successes with numerous short stories accepted for e-zines, plus a few online competition wins, and even bagging slots in three anthologies. However, two other factors, in keeping me upbeat and focussed, were crucial too. The growing success of Thrillers, Killers 'n' Chillers, whereby I read and edited many top notch stories, and had contact with some really talented writers. Plus, the online writers' group, Writers' News Talkback, where I found, not only encouragement in abundance, but also many genuine friends.
Obviously, the followers and commenters (except the Chinese porn trolls) on this blog have been a Godsend as well.
So, in summary, the writing community within the blogosphere kept me going, and pushed me that extra mile. Well, that, and the fact I'm a stubborn old git! :)
And so, I kept my head down, between work, the kids, and life, rattling the keyboard and, after much turmoil, the result is... proof, to myself more than anyone, that I do have the stamina to complete a novel.
This is sounding like an acceptance speech at the Oscars, and I've done nothing yet! But it's a really big deal, to me, getting to this point, after looking like it was impossible. I have high hopes for this book. I'd say it's a third draft, but in reality it's probably a sixth or seventh draft. No doubt, there'll be more tweaking to do in the future, too.
And, yes, someone is currently reading it... and it's not me mum! Can't say anything yet, in case it goes tits up, but watch this space...
Regards,
Col
Ps. I'm still undecided on the title, so feel free to vote on your favourite, top right.
Sunday, 3 January 2010
My flash fiction - FRANTIC - wins Writers News Talkback online comp!
Like any writer giving it a go, I'm really pleased to announce another first place for my flash fiction over at Writers News Talkback Forum for December's One Word Challenge. It's particularly pleasing as the competition was fierce (in a nice way). The idea is to write up to 200 words on a word chosen by the preceding month's winner - who then becomes the judge for the following month, if you get me drift.
Well, anyway, the word was 'Frantic' and the winning story is below...
FRANTIC
The superstore was abuzz with shoppers. Clocking the newspaper headlines, “Local Paedophile Escapes,” Ged whisked Beth and Josh to the next aisle.
‘Right, stay close. No wandering.’
Ged became engrossed in reading the back of the supermarket’s own brand of Choco-pops. Instinctively looking down, his heart flickered.
‘Where’s Beth?’
Blasé, Josh clutched a box of Shreddies. ‘Daddy, can I…?’
‘Where’s your sister?’
‘Dunno.’
Ged scanned left and right. He sprinted, stopped at each aisle.
Nothing.
Glancing behind, Josh wasn’t there. Panic swamped him. Torn, he back-tracked. His head pivoted back and forth like an owl on speed.
That headline! Shit. Make a decision.
Frenetic now, he ran for the exit, dodging shoppers. He bumped into a shelf-stacker. ‘Pleeease...lost my kids...Beth n Josh!’
He patrolled the exit foyer, head spinning, eyes manic. Children’s voices amplified, teasing him. Every man was a paedo’, every woman an accomplice. Lips pinched, fists clenched, teeth gritted.
The Tannoy boomed their names. Tears welled, palpitations intensified.
A security guard emerged from the crowd, Beth in one hand, Josh in the other.
‘Dadddeeeee!’
Sobbing, Ged hugged his kids like never before.
A wide-eyed man in a trench-coat strolled past them, sighed then exited the store.
© Col Bury December 2009
Well, anyway, the word was 'Frantic' and the winning story is below...
The superstore was abuzz with shoppers. Clocking the newspaper headlines, “Local Paedophile Escapes,” Ged whisked Beth and Josh to the next aisle.
‘Right, stay close. No wandering.’
Ged became engrossed in reading the back of the supermarket’s own brand of Choco-pops. Instinctively looking down, his heart flickered.
‘Where’s Beth?’
Blasé, Josh clutched a box of Shreddies. ‘Daddy, can I…?’
‘Where’s your sister?’
‘Dunno.’
Ged scanned left and right. He sprinted, stopped at each aisle.
Nothing.
Glancing behind, Josh wasn’t there. Panic swamped him. Torn, he back-tracked. His head pivoted back and forth like an owl on speed.
That headline! Shit. Make a decision.
Frenetic now, he ran for the exit, dodging shoppers. He bumped into a shelf-stacker. ‘Pleeease...lost my kids...Beth n Josh!’
He patrolled the exit foyer, head spinning, eyes manic. Children’s voices amplified, teasing him. Every man was a paedo’, every woman an accomplice. Lips pinched, fists clenched, teeth gritted.
The Tannoy boomed their names. Tears welled, palpitations intensified.
A security guard emerged from the crowd, Beth in one hand, Josh in the other.
‘Dadddeeeee!’
Sobbing, Ged hugged his kids like never before.
A wide-eyed man in a trench-coat strolled past them, sighed then exited the store.
© Col Bury December 2009
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