Saturday, 22 June 2013

There's Something About a "Real Book"

 There is something about a real book that is unique and gives such pleasure to reader and author alike.

By real book here, I mean one made of paper that you can hold in your hands, feel the pages, smell the newness of and watch grow older and change as you do.

Of course, the benefits - and drawbacks - of ebooks and digital technology is constantly discussed and the 'which is better' debate I think, will always be with us.
Most of us have our views on which is 'better' but also most of us these days appreciate that all formats of written words have their place and deciding which is appropriate for which occasion is a personal preference.

The One Word Anthology by Talkback Writers  was published as an ebook in  November 2012 by Alfie Dog Ltd  and is available there. It can also be purchased at Kobo Books and at Amazon
The authors, editors and publishers of the One Word Anthology are now very happy to announce the publishing of the real Paperback book version which is also available at Alfie Dog Ltd  and Amazon

INTRODUCTION by Jonothan Telfer, Editor, Writing Magazine and Writers Online

Article on the original idea and process of building the anthology, 
by Rosemary J Kind, Brenda Gunning and Marion Clarke in 
 January 2013 issue of  Writing Magazine

Photos of the authors in this article and biographies in the One Word Challenge Book

My contributions  - Heat, page 20   Torch, page 48   Fog, page78   Lightning, page 90

We are all very proud of the anthology, in ebook form and in paperback. For some of the authors this is their first time published. For others of us it is an extra to add to the writing CV and another achievement to congratulate ourselves on.

For some reason, many of us are extra specially pleased about this 'hard copy' version of One Word Anthology.

Hope you buy it. Sure you will enjoy it.

Friday, 14 June 2013

Make me whole

Just what are you seeing when you close your eyes?
Is the sun always shining in perfect blue skies?
Do your thoughts float through fluffy white clouds in your dreams?
Or do you ever think this is not as it seems?

When I sleep I still feel I have your hand in mine
And I’m not alone and all things should be fine 
for you’re there to protect me from all that I fear
when the darkness comes closer and nightmares are here.

Yet I’m lost in a world that’s not real but seems true
Searching always for someone, and always it’s you
Though I think you’re beside me as I feel your touch
I’m still scared of these feelings that overrule much.

So if you see sunshine and perfect blue skies
When you lay down beside her and you close your eyes
will you push past my dark clouds and look deep in my soul
for the love that we once had and so make me whole.

To Where We Belong

To where we belong

He first went there with school long ago. The teacher’s told them that the stone work was Roman, remnants from hundreds of years ago. Turned out that it wasn’t Roman at all. It was an old mill used for making first iron and then fine paper for wrapping needles. Romantic maybe – but not Roman.
When they met years later, he could not wait to take her to this place, high up the hillside in the depths of the forest with the stream trickling then rushing down from the tops. Brown, yellow and orange tainted leaves and ferns painted the background for the scene.
And she loved it too. It was an almost secret place with it’s overhanging trees and woodland walk to it, which not many used. The millpond itself lies clear, still holding secrets from times gone by. 
This day he was on his own, He had walked up the incline to the pond with his head bent against the stinging wind and rain fighting against the stinging tears that he could not hold back. He held the urn high in the air and tilted it slowly, sprinkling the ashes of the one who knew him best, into the water.