#IWSG July: Do you share your (ahem) superpowers with your characters?

It’s the first Wednesday of the month, which means it’s time to share our hopes, dreams and fears with the Insecure Writers Support Group, the brainchild of Ninja Captain Alex J. Cavanaugh, and this month’s hosts are; Erika Beebe, Natalie Aguirre, Jennifer Lane, MJ Fifield, Lisa Buie-Collard, and Ellen @ The Cynical Sailor!

Do stop by and say hello to them!

I’ve been rubbish at posting recently, so it’s time to dust the cobwebs from my blog, clear out the spam and answer this months’ IWSG question, which is…

What personal traits have you written into your character(s)?

Well, it’s funny I mentioned dusting and clearing out just now as my character, Elinor (also known as Granny), has similar tidiness traits to me. She doesn’t put things away, but she knows where she last saw them. If someone tidies after her, it’s fatal, because suddenly things are out of place and can no longer be found.

I know that my husband’s left slipper is under the sofa, that the dvd the dog chewed is on top of the cabinet and my son’s minecraft toy is where he left it on the stairs three weeks ago. If they ask, I can tell. If someone moves them, then my superpower is gone!

Leave the washing up to drain long enough it’ll dry itself. Dust just comes back!

Ok, I’m not a complete slob – people do actually come back after visiting my house.

Here’s a snippet so you can get the feel of what Elinor is like (the narrator is Skye, her tidy-minded granddaughter):

‘Granny,’ I said in my most reasonable tone. ‘If we don’t clean, we get nasty bugs and things in the supplies. I’m sure you wouldn’t want weevils in the flapjack, and goodness only knows what effect silverfish might have on the bog-mandrake.’
‘I don’t mean basic household chores,’ she snapped. ‘I’m talking about disturbing the natural order of things.’
‘But these are basic chores.’
‘Skye.’ The look she turned on me had too many years of experience in it. ‘Don’t forget who raised your mother. I had the devil’s own job keeping her under control, and I can recognise her touch a mile off.’
‘But we’ll have all sorts of creatures coming in.’
‘Where d’you think I get most of my spell ingredients?’
‘Things will go off.’ I wasn’t prepared to back down on cleanliness.
‘It’s just the natural transition to the next stage of their existence.’
That sounded like so much guff. ‘It’s unhygienic,’ I muttered.

I’d ask what your views on tidiness are, but I think I might be afraid to know the answers…


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#IWSG May: What have I learned this month?

It’s the first Wednesday of the month, which means it’s time to share our hopes, dreams and fears with the Insecure Writers Support Group, the brainchild of Ninja Captain Alex J. Cavanaugh, and this month’s hosts are; Lee Lowery, Juneta Key, Yvonne Ventresca, and T. Powell Coltrin!

Do stop by and say hello to them!

So, what have I learned this month?


Feedback, feedback, feedback. Really, it is SO necessary.

Situation no 1: I asked my writing group to look at my agent submission package. I only included the first scene of the novel (didn’t want to bore them 😉 ), and the overwhelming feedback was that the voice was Middle Grade, not Young Adult.

I only need to be hit on the head so many times for something to sink in. And as MG was the age range when I really fell in love with books, I’m delighted to write for that age group. It makes it even more exciting, imagine being be that author for someone!

Situation no 2: After that I went through my novel again, taking out the odd cuss words and making sure that it all reads as MG.

Three days in I realised I’d been editing version 5, not version 6 (which was the post beta-reader version).

Yep. Annoying to say the least. But I was determined to find some silver to line my cloud with, and this is it:

You’d think I’d have noticed.

Part of me did. But that part just kept saying ‘Oops – can’t believe I missed that!’ and ‘Oh man – did nobody else see that either?’

What I did not do was re-write it to the extent that it needed following my beta-reader’s comments. Because I’ve read it so many times, I’m blind to my / its faults. Even after having them pointed out to me!

So I’m doubly grateful to my beta-readers, because this has reminded me of just how much I need them, and how brilliant they are.

For the record, going back and updating version 6 wasn’t too painful or time consuming, and reading over the updated version was reassuring.

Mistakes are often the best things you can make.

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Storytime bloghop: The Sprite in the Well

It’s April and time for another story-time blog hop.

So grab that cuppa, any left-over bits of easter egg and settle down to read some fab stories from around the world.

If you subscribe to the Indie Authors Advent Calendar, then you may have come across this story before, but I’m fond of it as it features my characters, Skye and Poggitt from The Merewoods Witches, so I’m recycling it to spread the love 🙂


The Sprite in the Well by Angela Wooldridge.

We need some treacle,” Granny said, one midwinter morning.

But the well is frozen.” Everything had been since the severe frost, two days earlier. Poggitt, our big Hunterback frog, had been missing for the same length of time. Sulking probably, over the absence of the key ingredient to his favourite food – flapjack.

Well, take an ice-pick and try to dig some out.”

But how am I supposed to get down there?”

You’re a witch, Skye. I’m sure you can work it out.” Granny left, muttering about treacle tart recipes and feeding the bats.

Apprentice witch,” I grumbled. But with Poggitt missing I didn’t even have anyone to commiserate with.

The novelty of a treacle well had worn off fast. We now had to get our water from the stream, which meant that you ran the risk of frostbite whilst washing the breakfast things. I lit a lantern and warmed my fingers before lowering it down the well-shaft to figure out the best way down.

Eventually I put together a sort of rope harness. I know Granny likes to use the magic option as often as possible, but I didn’t fancy a slow death by drowning in semi-solid treacle if anything went wrong.

As it turned out, I’d have been more likely to break a bone.

The lantern did little to dispel the gloom, so I flicked a couple of witch-lights into being above me.

So that’s where you’ve been!”

Poggitt croaked sheepishly.

I should have known,” I continued. “The temptation of all this solid treacle was too much for you wasn’t it? Never mind that anyone might have been worried about you!”

From his webby-handed waving, I understood that he’d not given any thought about how to get back up again.

I don’t believe you,” I said. “But, considering the times you’ve backed me up with Granny, I’ll let it pass.”

He croaked again.

Don’t be so smug. Now, where to start?” I stepped back.

Hey, watch where you’re putting your great big feet!” someone shouted behind me.

I jumped at least a yard in the air and the treacle underfoot dipped alarmingly. “What in the seven hells are you?”

Well, that’s just charming.” He, she, it(?) was a twig-like creature, just under two feet tall. The trailing ends of its wings and its feet were trapped in the frozen treacle. I squatted down to get a closer look and it reared back. “Don’t touch me!”

I wouldn’t dream of it.” I tucked my skirts around my legs to ward off the chill. “You must be freezing.”

It snickered, “You could say that.” It stretched out its twiggy little finger and tapped my nose.

I yelped and scooted backwards. The little beast had encased the tip of my nose in ice. “What have you done? Get it off, you little horror!”

Can’t,” it said. “I’m a frost sprite. I don’t do warmth.”

Keep your fingers to yourself then.” I summoned another ball of witch-fire and held it to my nose. Once it started melting, I was able to pry the ice off. “Come on Poggitt, let’s go.”

But Poggitt refused to budge, nodding insistently toward the sprite.

So?” I said. “He got himself into that fix, he can get himself out.”

She, thank you. You could at least get the gender right.”

Really, you couldn’t tell. “Free you up to freeze other people’s noses, or worse? No, waiting until spring might teach you some manners.” I turned to go, but Poggitt tugged insistently at my skirt. “I’m sure the treacle will be fine,” I told him.

What our friend from the Hunterbacks is trying to tell you, is that until I get free of this, there’ll be no thaw.”

I swung back. “What do you mean?”

The sprite rolled her eyes at Poggitt. “I thought you said she was clever? I mean, witch-girl, the reason I’m stuck is because I freeze things. That’s all I can do. I got caught in this muck two days ago and everything I do just makes it worse.”

So this unexpected freeze is your fault?”

She looked quite put out by that. “I was expecting water down here. Trust witches to have something unnatural in their well.”

Are you trying to say that you need my help?”

She looked like she’d bitten into something sour, and mumbled under her breath.

Excuse me?”

I said, yes please.”

I smirked, pleased to have put one over on the little pest. “It shouldn’t be that difficult, I just need to introduce a little warming charm.” I drew a couple of sigils in the air, clicked my fingers twice and pointed to the treacle at my feet. “Mellespina.”

No, stop! Wait!”

One of these days I’ll learn to think things through first. All too soon I was up to my waist in warm, runny treacle, and the more I struggled, the more it threatened to suck me down further.

Do something!” shrieked the sprite. She’d dragged her wings free, but only their constant fluttering kept her from disappearing beneath the surface.

Poggitt’s webbed feet allowed him to float, but only just. Ironic, I thought, that his dream come true had just become a nightmare. All he needed were a few oats—

That’s it!” I closed my eyes, visualised the store cupboard and began a summoning charm, trying not to stumble over the words in my haste as I felt the treacle soaking into my bodice.

Is that snow?” The sprite looked up nervously as whitish blobs began to fall toward us.

No, oats.” As more fell, I used my arms to stir them into the treacle and as the mixture thickened, I was gradually able to work my way to the surface. “There you go, Poggitt. Enough flapjack even for you!”

You people are weird.” The sprite flicked some last sticky oats from her wings. “I’ll guarantee you a mild winter though. I’m not coming back here in a hurry.”


I hope you enjoyed that. Now don’t forget to check out all these other great stories too!

Unnamed Story by Karen Lynn
0 – The Fool by Raven O’Fiernan
Big Enough by Elizabeth McCleary
Grumpy Old Demeter by Vanessa Wells
Say Please by J. Q. Rose
Provoking the Muse by Moira K. Brennan
It all Started… by Bill Bush
Zombies by Barbara Lund
Before The Dreams by Katharina Gerlach
To Wake A God by Juneta Key

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A-Z of fictional characters: N is for Norah

Bride of the Rat God by Barbara Hambly has a similar vibe to Blood Heritage (A-Z of fictional characters: M is for Mahlia); with ancient demons and a trio of oriental demon-hunting dogs, as well as the ambience the writing provides.

But Norah is a different character to Mahlia. She’s someone who has hit rock bottom, stared all that bleakness in the face and been given a second chance by an unlikely fairy-godmother in the shape of her sister-in-law, a glamorous Hollywood actress of the silver screen era who just happens to have been targeted by an ancient oriental demon.

Norah is a quiet, unassuming character with hidden depths and her calm practicality in the face of danger is one of the things I admire about her. Hambly draws great characters (probably why she tends to feature in so many of my recommendations). They’re far from perfect, make human (rather than irritating) mistakes, and are memorable.

It’s also a fascinating tour through the Hollywood of the silent movie era; of life on the film sets and behind the scenes after the clapperboard has snapped down. From the mansions of Beverley Hills to the tenements of Chinatown, Barbara Hambly takes you on a journey that stays in your mind for a long time afterwards.

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#IWSG April: Stop looking that gift horse in the mouth

It’s the first Wednesday of the month, which means it’s time to share our hopes, dreams and fears with the Insecure Writers Support Group, the brainchild of Ninja Captain Alex J. Cavanaugh, and this month’s hosts are; J.H. Moncrieff,Natalie Aguirre,Patsy Collins, and Chemist Ken!

Do stop by and say hello to them!

So, what have I been up to this month?

Every now and then, SCBWI (Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators) have competitions called Slushpile Challenges.

This weekend, the opening lines from my novel were in the top five selected by the judging agent. Yay!

Yet there’s still a voice in the back of my head that keeps whispering, ‘What if there were only five entries?’

When I mentioned this to my husband he gave me the verbal equivalent of a slap upside the head. ‘Don’t be stupid,’ he said. ‘Look at the feedback; ‘Striking voice and strong opening.’ Don’t start second guessing and poking holes in things. Learn to take praise.’

Why is it so much easier to doubt yourself? Anyway, I’m going to poke that doubting voice in its metaphorical tonsils and ignore it.

‘Striking voice’? I’ll take that, thanks 🙂

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#IWSG March: The importance of names!

It’s the first Wednesday of the month, which means it’s time to share our hopes, dreams and fears with the Insecure Writers Support Group, the brainchild of Ninja Captain Alex J. Cavanaugh, and this month’s hosts are; Fundy Blue, Beverly Stowe McClure, Erika Beebe, and Lisa Buie-Collard!

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This month I’m going to talk about names.

How do you name your characters? Do you spend hours flicking through baby name books, or do you, like me, pluck one from the ether, examine it from all (or at least a few) angles and decide, ‘yes, we’ll use that one.’

Recently I discovered that I might need to rename a character. I was (and still am) very attached to the name. Being fantasy, it’s not a real name but a word I came up with and liked the sound of. It originally belonged to a different character, but I liked it so much I swapped and gave it to my male lead. He’s had it for at least two years and it fits him.

But last week I came across this word (that I thought I’d made up) in a book. ‘Oh my god, it’s a real word!’ I exclaimed. ‘I’d better check what it means.’



The word? Ambergris.

The meaning? Whale vomit.

Can it get much worse? ‘Oh hey, this is my hero. He’s called… whale vomit…’

“Ambergris, or ‘grey amber’ is a waxy substance that originates as a secretion in the intestines of the sperm whale, and is used in perfume manufacture.”

‘Grey amber’ sounds ok, and apparently it’s meant to be pretty valuable. I’m not quite as down in the dumps as I was a couple of days ago about it (look, people can get attached to names, ok?), because I discussed it with my writing group and they’ve mostly convinced me that I can still go with it. He – my character – comes from a merchant family, so I guess I could work it into backstory… maybe his brothers and sisters could have similarly odd names… or the result of some unfortunate family tradition..?

Anyhow, I shall continue to mull this over, and perhaps in future I’ll google the random words I come up with, just to be on the safe side.

Do you have any naming incidents to share (and make me feel better 😉 ) or experience with whale vomit..?



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#IWSG Feb 2019: From slush pile to reject pile

It’s the first Wednesday of the month, which means it’s time to share our hopes, dreams and fears with the Insecure Writers Support Group, the brainchild of Ninja Captain Alex J. Cavanaugh, and this month’s hosts are;Raimey Gallant, Natalie Aguirre, CV Grehan, and Michelle Wallace!

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Each month the IWSG provides a suggested question to answer, but I don’t feel like answering that one this month. Instead I thought I’d write about my first official rejection email from an agent, which I received a couple of weeks ago. It was a fast turn-around too, under 2 weeks, so I obviously wasn’t what they’re looking for.

I still have other submissions that have been ‘out there’ for much longer. Mind you, that could mean anything – that it’s still on the pile, that they’ve looked at it but are undecided, or that they’ve read it but haven’t bothered to send a rejection.

Some agencies say to give them a nudge if you haven’t heard from them within a certain period of time.

Some say that ‘you should hear from us within x weeks’.

So if you pass the time limit on that second one, does it mean ‘no’? or that they’re running behind?

Do I chase them?

Leave it for a bit?

Assume it’s a ‘no’ and send out some more subs?

I’ve got too much else going on at the moment to worry about it. I’ll leave be and let my subconscious sort it out. In a week or two I’ll have worked out my next step.

And that first rejection? I’m ok about it. We all ought to have rejection notches on our pencils, it’s part of the process…

Just as long as they aren’t all rejections…

Before I go, I just wanted to remind you all that the Exeter Writers Short Story Competition closes for entries at the end of this month – this year we’ve boosted the first prize to a whacking £700!! So, come on guys – I’d love to see a name I recognise from here as the winner!

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