FORBIDDEN - Sample chapter 1.
I thought I'd give you a taste of the new novel I'm working on - or will be once I've finished editing 'This Affair', which is nearing its end. This is the first draft, hot from the press and changes might occur when I really get my teeth into it, but right now, I'm quite happy with the first part of Chapter One.
The world exploded and went on exploding all around the young British soldier. He had never heard a noise quite like it. It was too loud, even, to hear the cries and the screams of his comrades who seemed to be flying in pieces into the air, just like he was. He could see, through dust-filled eyes what appeared to be dismembered bodies, arms, legs, torsos. Before he hit the ground, he imagined he saw the head of his best pal, Rooney, stupid sod that he was, flying past his line of blurred vision.
“Hey, Rooney, ye daft bugger. Where’s the rest of ye?”
Did he shout that out loud, or was it just an imagined echo in his head, penetrating the high-pitched whining in his ears? His body was shaking now, like an engine in overdrive. He was laughing and sobbing, coughing and gagging all at the same time, but he wasn’t sure why.
Private Jack Williams of the Northumberland Fusiliers, had hit the ground hard. Maybe he had even bounced a couple of times, rolled over and over. The earth beneath him vibrated. Rivers of blood-stained mud poured over the barren incline from the flat field where once maize crops had grown. Rivulets of the rust-coloured liquid coursed towards him, soaking into his tattered battle-dress uniform, finding its way around him and further down the hill that he and his comrades in arms had just climbed, full of courage and pride and shouts that they would bring the bastard Germans down, annihilate the bloody Hun.
That was a laugh, Jack thought as he lay there, unable to move. All he could see was a blur after a while, but his hearing had gone. The ground beneath him stopped vibrating. He supposed that it meant the battle had ended. Had they sounded the retreat or had they forged on, leaving him behind? Or maybe he was dead. He wondered, quite calmly, now many pieces of him were missing. It hadn’t hurt, whatever went off beneath the running feet of his battalion. The force and the speed of it happened too quickly. If he was still alive, he knew the pain would come soon, but for now he was content to lie there, unmoving. Lie there and pray, though he wasn’t a religious lad. Not like his mother who was always to be found with her nose in her Bible. ‘You’re just like your father,’ he could hear her say, and she would say the same to all her brood, four sons, a daughter and a daughter-in-law, all of whom ignored her. They didn’t ignore their father. Cedrick Williams was short, but brawny, built like a barn door. He treated his family like he treated the animals on their small-holding in Northumberland. With a sharp tongue and an even sharper thrash with his stout walking cane.
The cane was necessary to support him after he got entangled with a tractor as a young man. The resultant injury to his leg left him bitter and moody, resentful of all his fellow-men. That was his excuse anyway. Truth be told, he had been born with a bee in his bonnet and was lucky to find himself a good wife in Hannah Preston. Not that he recognised her goodness. He saw only a weak female who gave him five children, all lacking in one thing or another. Especially the girl, who lacked the ability to find herself a man. But she had more guts than all the boys put together.
All these thoughts were going through Jack’s befuddled mind as he struggled to cling on to consciousness. A small amount of feeling crept into his body, pain running through every limb and a pressure on his chest that made it difficult to breathe. The torrential rain had stopped. He felt clouds of earthy-smelling dust settle, soaking up the rivers of blood and burying him in a soft, silent blanket. Inside his head he could hear himself calling out, asking if anyone was there, calling for his mother and his father and his brothers and, most of all, his sister, Martha. Of all his siblings, Martha was the one he loved the most. She was the only one who had the pluck to stand up to their father and she worked as hard as any man.
In his mind’s eye, Jack pictured the old stone farmhouse the Williams family had lived in for generations. He saw the wide green expanse of the undulating plains that were sometimes covered in purple heather; the flock of sheep scattered about the land like white cotton-wool balls on spindly legs and the handful of cows, their udders bulging with milk with their young ones suckling. He saw Martha helping their father work the two border collies, Rosie and Biff, as they moved the flock to a different, more verdant pasture, or brought the cows into the barn for the long, hard winter that never disappointed.
These pleasant images began to fade as more feeling crept back into his body with all the pain of an individual who had been beaten to a pulp. He still couldn’t see or hear and all that came out of his mouth was a slight groan. Stop! He wanted to cry out at whoever was dragging him through the mud, over rough stones that dug into his ribs and his legs. It was raining again. That horrendous downpour that had made life so much more difficult in that first trench, though when the rain eased off and the order went up to evacuate and advance, none of them were happy to go and face the enemy. Rows and rows of their fellow soldiers had done just that and most of them were now fertilising the soil, some crying out for help as they lay shocked and wounded. Only a handful made it through the German lines, according to the word that came back by messenger – a boy of about fourteen, staggering towards them, giving the CO the message in his last breath before succumbing to his own injuries.
I'm more than happy to report that my writing mojo is working - slowly but surely. The editing of 'THIS AFFAIR' is an ONGOING AFFAIR and I'm about half way through the novel of 32 chapters. As for the planned 'FORBIDDEN' - another wartime story, I just could not wait to get it started, so I dug in - then decided that I didn't like that particular beginning, so changed it. I like the second version much better - lots of action in the first few pages. Always a good idea to have what I call a 'magnetic carrot' to draw the reader into the book and make them want to turn those pages. And now that the weather is cooler here in Gascony, I feel much more like writing.
Four excellent reviews on Rosa already and I couldn't be more pleased. Here's the latest:
Another book en-route
After a pretty sad period when we had to put our beloved miniature Yorkshire Terrier down at the age of 17 - Candy was her name and she was as sweet as her name implies - I'm back to writing and the ongoing novel is in the editing phase. THIS AFFAIR is totally different from anything I have ever written - a contemporary love story, the whole storyline having come to me in a dream. Fourteen chapters are now edited, but there are a lot more to go. Thankfully, they are short chapters and if I stick at it I should managed at least a chapter a day. Then I will be ready to write my next novel - an historic drama called FORBIDDEN, where more than family secrets are brushed under the carpet. I can't wait to get started.
ROSA - published!
The editor who took Rosa on holiday with her to Hawaii had only one word to say about the novel: "Wonderful!" The book is already published and I'm still pinching myself.
I'm hoping to have a book signing and anecdotes from my writing life in the very near future in Maubourguet to which all local English speaking people will be invited. This is mainly to celebrate the publication [it's taken 20 years] of the novel my husband, Brian, never lost faith in - 'ROSA'., a saga that spans two wars with a heroine who refuses to give up, no matter what Fate throws at her - historic, rape, romance, unrequited love, the dreams of a rags to riches girl, realised despite her alcoholic, amoral mother and her mysterious past...Published by Books We Love of Canada. Find Rosa and all my other books on Amazon.