As I finished writing Lycan Lamia, my fourth book in The
Beyond Series last week, I celebrated with a spot of Werewolf wine from
Southwold… Then indulged in a week of NOT writing anything until this blog.
Seven weeks to thrash out a novel is no mean feat, but mine is brimming with
yet more ideas and I completed the first chapter of my next writing project the
same day. There I was eating my my quiche and salad from the local deli, when
BOOM!!! The first chapter of Mink Coats exploded in my head and I felt
compelled to write it before I forgot it.
Mink Coats is not the full title, it is quite a long and
unusual one, but I don’t wish to reveal it just yet, because I love the title
as much as the idea. It has nothing to do with The Beyond Series or the
supernatural. A gritty true life story of the struggles just one of many women
whose hope and dreams were destroyed by war time 40’s Britain. My Nan wrote her
memoires and gave me the honour of reading them. She asked me to write her life
story once she had passed on to her higher calling and I intend to honour it by
writing it as a fiction novel.
So last night I went to the cinema and watched a low budget,
but great film, which apparently is gaining cult status… Northern Soul. Set in
the Manchester area in early 1970s, it follows a young man in the bleak times
of striking, power cuts and a lot of political upheaval, the boy finds his
escapism through soul music and disco dancing and was introduced to a
underground sensation called Northern Soul, ultimately though the scene was
shrouded with drugs, mainly amphetamines so the teens could keep going until
the morning. It reminded me a lot of the rave scene of the nineties.
The protagonist hits rock bottom when he experiences the
harsher side of drugs and life, but crawls out the abyss and dark path he was
on to make amends with family and friends. I wanted to watch this film, because
it was set in my home town and I was over the moon with excitement when my
house, street and park by my street appeared several times. Yes… I witnessed
some of the filming last summer and the sleepless nights of film crews
floodlighting my little cobbled street like a football pitch and me awake with
lots of over exuberant, loud discussions about the film whilst I was trying to
sleep was well worth it.
Exciting Caravan News…. I blogged last week I was looking
for my caravan I used to stay in when I was a little sprog holidaying in Porthmadog.
Well I found one, Riveira Monaco… and now I know its correct name, I googled it
and found a plethora of photos of my beloved holiday home. I’m happy now, I’ve
seen it as I remembered it. Obsession over with, onto the next one.
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