Guest Feature – Lance Greenfield

My guest today is fellow Swanwick writer, Lance Greenfield. Lance has come along to ‘Patricia’s Pen’ to talk about his writing. Without further ado, it’s over to Lance.

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My Writing 

Lance Greenfield 

I was once asked if I used any particular methodology to inspire my creativeness and get my thoughts in order. After a moment’s thought, I replied, ‘Yes: TIM-B and TOM-B.’ When an explanation was demanded, I explained how I think relaxing in my bath at the end of the day and on my bike as I cycle home.

These days, my methodology has evolved into TAIR: ‘think as I run.’ With remnants of my dreams whirring around inside my head, I put on my shorts, shirt and trainers and take to the road. I establish a good rhythm of movement and breathing and fall into my own version of meditation to clear my mind. My thoughts soon align. I drop some ideas and add more. Before I shower, I write a few brief notes and store them for future use. Sometimes it may be months before I revisit them.

I try to write at least 500 words every day and write anything at all even if it seems complete rubbish. I store everything.

My two published novels are in the inspirational fiction genre. They are both based on true stories of children who achieved remarkable things, despite obstacles that were placed in their paths.

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The first, Eleven Miles, is based on a Batswana girl who walked eleven miles every day to gain an education which became her passport out of a life with poor prospects. The lady who inspired that story is now a good friend and runs her own business in England. My fictional girl achieves something even more remarkable and gives much back to her community.

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The second, Knitting Can Walk!, is based on an orphan in Hong Kong who is told by doctors that she will never walk due to a congenital hip displacement. A British teenager observed her determination to walk and believes that she really could walk. He develops a severe dose of teen anger, thinking that the doctors are just saying that because she is an orphan and there is no money. He walks around with her for two years until, one amazing day, she takes three steps unsupported. She is now a grown woman walking with sticks. The back stories form the meat of the novel. Reviewers have commented that the seventies spirit of Hong Kong is captured perfectly in this book.

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As a prelude to my two independent published novels, I created an anthology of five erotica stories to test the indie-publishing process to ensure I’d get it right when it came to my major projects. Not expecting to sell any copies, I was pleasantly surprised to sell over 250 in the first week. My anthology, When Pleasure Blooms is under my nom de plume, Auridius O’Conner, which is an appropriate anagram. See if you can work it out.

Other than my two novels, I enjoy writing poetry and I am told by people who should know, that I have a natural flow. I was chuffed to have one of my poems, Flutter Back, chosen as the subject of Alison Chisholm’s two-page monthly workshop in Writing Magazine in July 2019. I still can’t quite believe that happened as, although I have written poems at poignant times in my life, I had never shared a single one until I attended Swanwick Writers’ Summer School in 2016. When I was eight years old, my English teacher had convinced me that my attempts at poetry were awful. Real poets at Swanwick convinced me that the contrary is true. I shall continue to TAIR and to write anything that comes into my mind. Some of it may even be published.

About Lance Greenfield  

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Lance Greenfield Mitchell lives in Andover, Hampshire. His father was from Yorkshire and his mother from the Highlands of Scotland. He has visited about eighty countries in his life and loves to immerse himself in different languages, cuisines and cultures as he travels.
He attended ten schools, the last of which was HMS Conway, a Naval school in North Wales.
He was in the military for 22 years, Royal Navy and Army (Royal Engineers) before going into information technology as a second career. Until recently, he was VP of an international software company. He is now an Ocado delivery driver.
He got into writing by submitting reviews as part of the BBC RAW (Read and Write) campaign a few years ago. There was huge enthusiasm for my reviews, so he resolved to post a review for every book that he reads.

His all-time favourite book of any genre has to be “Skallagrigg” by William Horwood.

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When Pleasure Blooms – Five Erotica Short Stories 

Sunday Writing Challenge

This week Poet, Viv Parks, (also  known as Gerry.du) returns to ‘Patricia’s Pen’ with her lovely poem titled Set-Aside.

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Set-Aside – Viv Parks

Tufts of grass at the edge of the field
grow thickly undisturbed.

Weed killer sprays passed
them by, their growth not stunted
by insecticide.

The combine harvester did not behead
them nor were they crushed under heavy machinery
they are spared to seed and regenerate.

Growing strongly they interweave
tough sedge roots tangled with rye grass
alongside nodding heads of escaped golden corn.

Strong grasses intermingle delicate wild flowers,
red cuckoo spittle, clash against pink ragged robin,
chickweed so blue, all create a wonderful view.

The delicate understory shaded by tall cow parsley
swaying among majestic towers of thistles dark
and thorny contrasting the lower paler soft cow thistle.

Summer mornings reveal beads of dew glistening on cobwebs,
winter covers with diamonds of sparkling frost,
both disguising their deadly purpose.

Dried tufts become raw materials
as birds flock to build nests deep within the hedge,
home for their young until strong enough to fledge.

Spring and summer nectar feed bees,
essential for the survival of crops
needed to feed the human race.

Autumn seed heads stand proud,
inviting birds to feed and scatter
their seeds around. Once ingested
and upon the wing
deposited on distant ground.

Deep within the hummocks tiny dormice play and feed
before curling up to hibernate, avoiding cold winter days,
sleeping safely protected from winter’s deepest freeze.

These precious set-asides are virtually all that now remain
of our ancient meadows allowing them to beautifully frame
the stolen acres where sterile fields of rape and linseed grow.

N.B Definitions from Viv Parks (Gerry.du) 

Red cuckoo spittle – A bright red plant often found in hedgerows. It has lots of small red beads clustered up its short thick upright stem. It is almost always covered in a white froth substance.

Pink Ragged Robin – The plant – which I have always known as Ragged Robin has taller flimsy stems and fluted edged pink flowers.

Thank you, Viv Parks (Gerry.du), for your lovely poem with wonderful imagery. 

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Submissions are still open to ‘Patricia’s Pen’ for upbeat good quality writing. Please READ FULL guidelines on the following link and submit via the online form.

https://patriciamosbornewriter.com/a-story-in-less-than-a-hundred-words-challenge/

News – The Coal Miner’s Son

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I am really thankful to my local newspaper Crawley Observer for featuring a piece about me and The Coal Miner’s Son. Why not pop over on this link and take a read.

You can purchase paperbacks of House of Grace and The Coal Miner’s Son via Amazon, order from all good bookstores, or purchase direct from me.

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To order from bookstores quote ISBN numbers

House of Grace – ISBN 9780995710702

The Coal Miner’s Son – ISBN 9780995710719

To find out more details about ordering a paperback at a discounted price plus p&p (UK Only) 

email: patricia.m.osbornewriter@gmail.com

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Both titles are FREE to Download with Kindle Unlimited using the above Amazon links.

 

 

Guest Feature – Martin Lott

Today I am pleased to welcome author, Martin Lott. Like myself, Martin spent time growing up in the small village of Horley in Surrey, and it was through Facebook Memories of Horley that I first discovered his work. Martin has come along today to talk about his writing so without further ado, over to him.

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 Writing and Music

Martin Lott

I have always been an avid reader and writer. I wrote my first book (albeit a short one!) at the tender age of seven.

I am driven by an almost restless need to be creative and in doing so, have two outlets: writing and music. More on the music later…

It probably helps that I have a genuine passion for language, and in particular the written word. I try to find different ways to describe the ordinary. I cannot draw so aim to paint pictures with words, e.g. clouds infused with gloom scatter like shredded angels; a crimson tide of poppies swayed and bled into the fields; buttercups shimmering like planted sunshine.

Throughout school, my English teachers hoped I’d secure employment as a writer in some capacity, possibly as a journalist. In the event, I spent ten years working in local government before emigrating (temporarily) to Australia. I then juggled working in a restaurant with songwriting and working on manuscripts which eventually became The Witchetty Men and Ethereal Wood. I even attempted a script for a play – The Condemned.

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I tried to obtain a traditional publishing deal, but to no avail.
Fast-forward several years. I met Scottish author Gordon Brown (whose work includes the Craig McIntyre series) in a bar in Jávea, Spain. At the time, I didn’t know who he was, but we struck up a conversation over a couple of beers. He inspired me. Thank you, Gordon.

I now have a cottage industry. My son and daughter have helped me to type, edit, and proofread The Witchetty Men and Ethereal Wood, now available on Amazon. Both books are stand-alone fantasy adventures, and have sold modestly but steadily, and for this I am truly grateful.

As I don’t have an agent or a publicist, I promote them as best I can via social media and the local press. I even did a leaflet drop in an attempt to boost publicity.
My work-in-progress novel is titled Aldred, and explores some dark themes, pushes boundaries, and asks questions which do not always have answers. It possesses a haunting, fragile beauty with contradictions and contrasts. I like plot twists, so it will have plenty.

My approach to writing is to firstly be absolutely certain that I have a worthwhile story to be told. Then I need to be certain that I can tell it. I always have the beginning and ending written. The hardest part is filling in the gaps! I tend to find that my characters suggest or create their own situations and scenarios. Like a complex game of chess where the pieces come to life. Sometimes I write in a flurry, other times at a more measured pace. Whichever works best at the time is right.
I am old-fashioned, so I write everything longhand. I have a story plan, and a separate notebook in which I add ideas, plots, phrases, or just a particular word which appeals to me. Not all are used, but I would rather have too much than too little.

I don’t write with a target readership in mind. Perhaps I should, but really I write for myself, with the hope that others may enjoy what I do.

Songwriting is my other creative outlet, and occupies a similar space in my head to book writing. The two are different, but they don’t feel that different to me. I have written about 250 songs, as well as composing music for theatre.

My play The Condemned eventually made the quantum leap from page to stage when it was performed at the Courtyard Theatre in London last year.

Many thanks for your kind invitation to be Tuesday Guest, Patricia.

Thank you, Martin, for coming along today and sharing those details about your writing and music. How wonderful to have seen your script come to life and performed in London. ‘Aldred’ sounds fascinating. I hope you’ll return to ‘Patricia’s Pen’ once it’s ready for publication. 

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About Martin Lott

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Martin grew up in Horley, Surrey. He lived in Perth, Western Australia for a few years and now lives in Littlehampton with his family and cat. He works as a payroll officer for a local NHS trust.

Martin enjoys travelling and has a particular affinity with Australia (his eldest daughter lives in Brisbane) and Spain.

In addition to writing and songwriting, he is attempting to learn Spanish whilst re-learning French.

You can purchase Martin’s books via the following links 

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The Witchetty Man

Guest Feature – Joseph Carrabis

I’m pleased to welcome author Joseph Carrabis to ‘Patricia’s Pen.’ Joseph has come along to talk about his writing so without further ado, it’s over to him.

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Word by Word

Joseph Carrabis

I woke up last night with a line running through my head — ‘Truth is like wine. A few sips and you’re okay. Too much and you get a headache’ — for a current work-in-progress. It’s spoken by a grandfather to his child-grandson:

“People will come to you, asking you questions. Be careful what you tell them.”

“You said to always tell the truth.”

“To us. To me. To others…”

He let it hang and I was unsure. “Do you want me to lie to them?”

“No, Gio. Never that. Truth is like wine; a few sips and you smile and nod. Too much and you get a headache and your dinner goes plah on the floor.”

He made a funny face and I laughed. He lifted me and held me close.

“You must tell the truth, Gio, but listen to them. Pay attention when you answer. They will let you know when they’ve had enough truth, then you stop.”

“How will they tell me they’ve had enough?”

“A look. A sigh. Sometimes they’ll nod and turn away. They’ll fidget. Watch if they start rubbing their hands, tapping their fingers. Or their face will go cold, hollow, where before it was warm and full. Or their face will go like this.” He made different expressions.

“And listen to their breaths. There are many ways to tell. You don’t need to know them all right now. There’s time to learn. But each different way means something different about the truth bothers them, makes them stop listening, makes them want you to stop answering. Sometimes too much truth saddens them, sometimes it angers them.

“Most people don’t want all the truth, Gio. They only want enough to believe they’re right, they’re doing the right thing, they’re being a good person. Tell them more than they need and they hate you.”

“But you don’t hate me, Buppa, and I tell you the truth.”

“I’m not afraid of the truth and I know when your truth is not my truth.”

“We have different truths?”

He pointed to a rose. “That flower’s truth is it’s a rose.” He pointed to a morning glory. “That flower’s truth is it’s a morning glory. These are different truths. Both share a truth that they’re both flowers. Both share a truth that they grow in the earth.” He pointed to the trees edging the garden. “They share that truth with the willow, oak, and elm. Go far enough and you find one truth that’s true for everything, every person, every car, every plant, everything.”

My eyes grew wide. “What truth is that, Buppa?”

He kissed my head as he lowered me to the ground and handed me my toy spade. “I don’t know. I haven’t learned it yet.”

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The above is the entirety of a chapter I spent most of yesterday struggling with. This entire story has been an ongoing education to me. Ideally, every story I write is.

It took me a week if not more to get the narrator’s voice correct. I rarely edit onscreen and printed out 20-30 versions of the opening scene, each time knowing the voice, the tone, lacked something and not sure what. I resorted to my tried-and-true method for fixing things, something I learned as a mathematician. One of my professors — who was a mentor in more than mathematics — told me, “For god’s sake, if you make a mistake, make it at the beginning. That way you’ll be able to find it quickly and fix it.

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Apply that to my writing: Go back to the last place where the story “worked” and go forward slowly, page by page, paragraph by paragraph, sentence by sentence, word by word if you have to, until you understand where the problem is. You may not know what the problem is but knowing where, is a good start. This applies to characters, plots, mood, settings, atmosphere, all the story elements.

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Okay, strategy’s in place. Now do it! Backup! Rethink!

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Character. What are the main character’s goals?

Too easy, too simple, and too obvious. Nothing spectacular there.

What’s getting in his way?

Nothing, really.

Really? Oh, great! No conflict, no story!

But I know he has a story and that it’s worth telling. The character’s interesting, I wasn’t showing “he’s interesting” to the reader…

Wait. Backup again. What am I not showing?

Ah…Not “what’s getting in his way?” but “who’s getting in his way?”

Simple; he is.

aHA! Man versus Self. Classic.

Why is he in conflict with himself? Because he’s been trained to do amazing things but is forbidden to tell people because of the same training. Imagine being a thoroughbred racer and being held to a walk all your life!

aHA^2! Not all your life, only when others can see you!

Shabang Shaboomie! You must live your life in the shadows even though you’ve done nothing wrong, nothing illegal. You must hide in plain sight.

Time to employ another tool: I learned: Write a one to two-line teaser for the story. Character, setting, and conflict together as quickly as you can. That’s your story. Your finished work may be 100,000 words long, but that one line teaser’s got to sum up your story for readers, editors, publishers, and/or agents.

Okay. Say it like a teaser. “What if you’re a modern man, trained in ways so old, so ancient, you can’t even say what you do for fear the spirits which empower you might abandon you?”

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Ah…We have conflict. The main character has a secret. But who doesn’t?

Up the ante; he met his spirit guides, totems and teachers as a child and they are as real if not more real to him than people he meets on the street.

Up the ante; he falls in love. Does he share what he can do? Imagine Lois Lane marrying Clark Kent and wondering about those strange tights in his closet. How does he reveal himself to her without frightening her away? Or does he trust her love enough to reveal himself completely to her? Ooh! Ooh! He must reveal himself in order to save her.

Up the ante; our superman must support himself but the ancient teachings forbid his charging directly for his services, and modern people have lost the concept of fair-exchange. How does he pay his bills? He gets a “day job.” Does he exercise his gifts on his day job? Does he get a day job that allows him to exercise his gifts? Or does he use them without letting his co-workers and superiors know? How do you alter reality without alerting people? Imagine the emotional cost of being able to see the future and not being able to alert people! You can’t play the market for big gains, but what if something happens and you have to?

Up the ante again; He senses people’s thoughts and knows some will exploit him if given the chance. Is he tired of running and agrees to be exploited? But that means his lifelong ethereal friends may abandon him and that’s the equivalent of going deaf, blind, et cetera, because he relies on those abilities to navigate his world just as we rely on our senses to navigate ours.

Whoa! Talk about a conflicted character!

I’d changed the name of the story daily. Ten chapters written and I hadn’t come up with a name that stuck because I didn’t understand the main character. Now I had a strong main character, a conflict, a goal, passion, emotion, and I realized the story’s name; Shaman Story.

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Writing, to me, is all about character. Publishers call my work science fiction, fantasy,  horror, magic realism, and the like. Rita Mae Brown says the difference between literature and genre is literature is about character and genre is about plot. Pick up any fiction and, knowing nothing else, you can tell if it’s genre or not often with the first sentence, usually with the first paragraph, and always within the first page or two.

The problem I have with most literature is that nothing happens. Great characters, amazing imagery, boring as hell.

The best writing, to me, is where literature and genre blend seamlessly, where great characters are surrounded by amazing imagery and do something interesting! Examples include Michael Crichton’s The Andromeda Strain and The Terminal Man, H.G. Wells’ The Time Machine, Stanislaw Lem’s Eden and Solaris, George Stewart’s Earth Abides, Kirsten Bakis’ Lives of the Monster Dogs, anything by Alice Sheldon, Pat Frank’s Alas, Babylon, and Walter Miller’s A Canticle for Leibowitz.

The story I was writing had a great character moving through some amazing imagery.

But until that great character did something interesting in that amazing imagery, he bored me. And if he bored me, I couldn’t imagine a reader being interested. I had a bunch of separately interesting vignettes (ten, to be exact) and I didn’t have a story. What connected these separate vignettes into an interesting story?

The main character’s conflicted life. Each vignette had to be tied to its predecessor and successor by the main character’s desire to be loved and accepted for what he is fighting against his belief he can’t reveal what he is or he’ll stop being what he is. You can’t claim to leap tall buildings in a single bound and then trip stepping over curbs.

The story’s climax occurs when the main character confronts that duality and either destroys it or is destroyed by it.

And I’m not going to tell you which way it goes.

But I will tell you it’s exciting…

Thank you, Joseph, that was really interesting and I’m sure our readers will find it is too. I hope you’ll come back to ‘Patricia’s Pen’ once the Work in Progress has been published.

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Links provided below where you can purchase Joseph’s books but firstly, let’s find out a little more about him.

About Joseph Carrabis 

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Joseph Carrabis’s short fiction has been nominated for both Nebula (Cymodoce, May ‘95 Tomorrow Magazine) and Pushcart (The Weight, Nov ‘95 The Granite Review) and has recently appeared in Across the Margin, The New Accelerator, Allegory, parAbnormal, serialized in The Piker Press, and HDP V1, 3. 5, and 6. His first indie novel, The Augmented Man, is getting 4 and 5 star reviews on Amazon, Goodreads, Barnes&Noble, and others. His two self-pubbed books, Empty Sky and Tales Told ‘Round Celestial Campfires, are getting 5 star reviews (and he has more books in the works). Joseph Carrabis holds patents covering mathematics, anthropology, neuroscience, and linguistics. When not writing, he spends time loving his wife, playing with his dog and cat, flying kites bigger than most cars, cooking for friends and family, playing and listening to music, and studying anything and everything he believes will help his writing.

Links to Joseph’s books:

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The Augmented Man

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Empty Sky

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Tales Told ‘Round Celestial Campfires

Links to Joseph Carrabis on social media 

Twitter, FaceBook, LinkedIn, Goodreads, Pinterest, Instagram, BookBub

 

Sunday Writing Challenge

Sunday Writing Challenge on Patricia's Pen

Lila kicks of the new challenge on ‘Patricia’s Pen’ with her beautiful poem, ‘Salted.’ Enjoy.

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Salted 

Sometimes the sea is a Labrador,
with a sloppy tongue

Sometimes a dying swan
at the feet of a lover, unsung

Today she undressed
wearing linen and lace

Kissing salted rainwater
from my heart and my face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunrise Concertante

I thought I’d share one of my favourite poems to help lift our spirits. This poem, Sunrise Concertante was first published in Sarasvati Magazine (Indigo Dreams Publishing) in 2017. Enjoy.

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Sunrise Concertante

Burnt golden rays break
the night-time sky,
beating on the Ouse’s slow crawl.

Air-warmed sweet-grasses
fan fragrance into the wind:
marsh marigolds shine.

A blackbird’s
chromatic glissando sweeps

towards the riverbank.

Swanking his red tuxedo, a robin
trills to join the recital

as elm silhouettes dance,
watching their mirror image.

The mistle thrush flaunts
his speckled belly. He takes his turn
to chant – introduces

hedge sparrows who chatter,
boast brown suits.

A cadenza call governs the concerto—
plump skylark makes his solo in the skies.

Shades of light peep,
geese chevron across the blue,
noses down, necks stretched, wings

spread wide. Honking their signal sound,
they climb the horizon and sky-fall
on to daylight’s iridescent waves.

Tuesday Guest Feature – Craig Jordan-Baker

It gives me great delight to introduce Craig Jordan-Baker, who is not only a talented writer but a brilliant tutor too. Craig’s debut novel, The Nacullians, is due to be released on the 21st May 2020. I’m confident this will be a great story and can’t wait to read it. Today Craig has come to share what he calls ‘The Literature of the Fleshflower’. Without further ado, let’s go over to Craig.

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The Literature of the Fleshflower

Craig Jordan-Baker

When I was a plucky undergraduate, I vividly remember reading a part of Ulysses where the vaccination mark on a prostitute’s arm is described by Joyce as a ‘fleshflower’. I recall marvelling at this claiming of something superficially ugly for the realms of beauty. I felt too that the prostitute, Zoe, had been humanised by the description, because attention was being paid to her as someone with a history, rather than as an immediate sexual object. Such descriptive fillips are difficult to do because they work against our standard frameworks of meaning and expectation: Sunrises are already beautiful, farts are already comic, etc, etc. These expectations are so often our starting points when we engage with literature, because so much has been seemingly decided before we even pick up the book. Whether they like it or not, writers must acknowledge this, just as we must acknowledge the grammars of the languages we write in. What is interesting is that the constraints of expectation and convention mean that not everything is equally easy to describe. And those things that are not easy to describe but are nevertheless attempted, we might call the literature of the fleshflower.

This relates to some of my own considerations in writing my debut novel The Nacullians. The book follows three generations of a working-class family and while the book is short of sunrises and flatulence (maybe I missed a trick there), there were challenges in writing about economically and educationally disadvantaged people who are often violent, ignorant and repressed. Readers are used to having highhanded pity for lives marked by struggle and suffering and they are equally familiar with a salacious voyeurism in regarding the gritty depravities of the ‘lower orders’. I did not wish to pursue either of these options, but there was a challenge of being unsentimental about misery without being callous and of being humane to characters without being particularly sympathetic to them. Here is something of a fleshflower problem.

What’s more interesting for me as a writer though is the question of how we can read and write the kind of literature that can take farts, like vaccination marks, and use them to work against those expectations and conventions most readily available to us. This is the literature of the fleshflower. It will always attempt something unusual, and will usually fail. Is The Nacullians an example of such literature, failed or otherwise? I’m not sure, but I’m looking forward to see how readers will respond and react.

Well, Craig, that was fascinating. I can’t wait to read The Nacullians.

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The link to order a copy will be supplied below for any readers who fancy grabbing a copy. Before that though, let’s find out a little more about Craig. 

 

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About Craig Jordan-Baker 

Craig Jordan-Baker has published fiction in New Writing, Text, Firefly Magazine, Potluck and in the époque press ezine. His drama has been widely performed in the UK, including his adaptation of Beowulf and he has had dramatic work commissioned from The National Archives, The Booth Museum of Natural History and the Theatre Royal Brighton. Craig lives in Brighton and is a Senior Lecturer in Creative Writing at the University of Brighton.

Find out more about Craig by clicking on the following links.

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Pre-order Craig’s book by clicking here. Delivery from 21st May 2020.

Sunday Writing Challenge

Sunday Writing Challenge on Patricia's Pen

With the world as it is today, I’ve decided to extend the writing challenge on Patricia’s Pen to include flash fiction up to 500 words and poems up to 40 lines.

However there are a couple of rules to note.

Upbeat writing only – I think we all need uplifting things to read.

Poetry should be nature themed – what better time when the birds are so active and gardens filling up with flowers.

That means NO Covid-19 stories or poems.

Fancy having a go? Check the guidelines and submit. Happy writing!

I’ll start the challenge off with a poem I wrote back 2017 as part of my project when I was Poet in Residence at Worth Park.

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Poetry in the Park

Pulham fountain flows,
children clamber
on stained Jersey cows,

finches flit from tree to tree.
ducks dive,
coots and moorhens chug.

Yarn bombs cuddle bark,
kiss orange fiery branches
under liquid amber’s umbrella.

First Published in Reach Magazine (Indigo Publishing)