Richard’s Note: I’d like to introduce you to the wonderful Kate. A poet that I always enjoy reading, Kate also has her own growing editing business. Here is a sample of her work, which I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to click Kate’s name Kate Strawberry to take a look at her site. I know she would love to see you.
I died when I tumbled over the ledge~
I fell or maybe I wandered-off the edge
Did I fall of my own mistake?
Or when I flew, did someone force me?
Tell me the truth you always seem
To have wanted me to sleep and dream-
Of better days and brighter thoughts-
What thoughts are these! Of rocks.
It was dark I couldn’t see
But the moon shined light down on me.
You yelled and screamed and grabbed my waist-
Madness in my eyes, you act in haste.
Or was the madness in your eyes and the haste of my action-late?
You made me fall. You did, indeed
You pushed me and I fell with speed.
Once something far away so near
An image seen in the distance but then right here.
In my face slammed the ancient ground
I felt destroyed like prey with hound
I lost my mind when you attacked.
Images became dim and faded to black.
How you hover below me close
Crying mad thoughts, I suppose.
The bitter, silent tears I hear-
As I look down on you with fear.
Thank you for reading.
As I said, click Kate’s name Kate Strawberry and go pay her a visit.
Author’s Note: As you all know, I’m in the business of making things up. However, real life can be just as extraordinary. Here is my latest conversation with a WordPress friend regarding her blog post and its redistribution. I use an app called Buffer. The conversation went as follows.
This is my latest post on Medium. Please feel free to join me there. I hope this list is of help to you all.
I thought we might as well start with those platforms that have given so many people a voice on the internet. Blogging can offer community, pride to those who thought they’d never be heard, and perhaps most of all, place. Yet despite being the gateway to technology to those who have never experienced it, the big blogging platforms still remain free.
Medium (Multiple Platforms) For those who like a clean, quiet and thoughtful place to write.
WordPress.com (Multiple Platforms) The original noisy neighbour, WordPress powers most of the internet, and although harder to use than some, still remains accessible and highly customisable.
Blogger (Web) Google owns and administrates this platform. Easy to use and powered by internet royalty, Blogger is often the introduction to the world beyond our window.
Browsing the Internet
I think three browser recommendations is more than enough. All are free. All are very good, to lesser and greater degrees. And perhaps most of all these days, each can be made as safe as possible.
WorkFlowy (Multiple Platforms) WorkFlowy is a place to write your thoughts, prep, or organise a whole project. Exceptionally easy to use, although let down a little by its mobile apps, WorkFlowy can soon become the go to place for creatives. Highly Recommended.
The Outliner of Giants (Web) To those familiar with using templates, this outliner will be a dream. Again, easy to use and available in any browser.
Google Keep (Multiple Platforms) Google Keep is a notebook, place for reminders, and a generally bright and visual place to store notes. A highly underrated part of the Google portfolio, you’ll be surprised by this one.
Pocket (Multiple Platforms) If you’ve ever wanted to stash, store, or explore information you find whilst browsing the net or even other apps, Pocket provides that place. Available as an app, extension and any number of other ways, Pocket is superb.
Instapaper (Multiple Platforms) As above, but more text orientated. Instapaper provides a good place to read those things you might not have had time for initially. Highly recommended.
There is much beauty on the internet but it tends to be scattered around. Here are some wonderful sites that you might like to spend an hour or three perusing.
Pinterest (Multiple Platforms) Many peoples’ favourite image site. Pinterest has everything from photos to art and more. Beautiful in presentation and with the offer of community, a popular and easy to use wonder.
Deviant Art (Multiple Platforms) Deviant Art offers predominantly art of a fantasy nature although they would say far more. Some of the illustrations on there are breathtaking.
Pixabay (Multiple Platforms) Photography based, Pixabay offers free imagery to all and what staggering imagery it is.
There are many places to write without ever downloading a thing even though you could. Here are a few of the more reputable offerings.
Google Docs (Multiple Platforms) The premier online word processor that is now also available almost everywhere. Good for all types of writing it is hard to find any fault with Google Docs.
Celtx (Multiple Platforms) For the budding screenwriter. Celtx won’t be much good to anyone other than the next James Cameron, but if you are, knock yourself out.
LibreOffice (Multiple Platforms) For those who can’t afford Microsoft’s offerings, (which is a lot these days). Beloved of those who use it, LibreOffice is a great free option.
Hemingway (Web) A place to write and have that writing checked, this site offers something a little bit different. Well worth trying, and truly beneficial.
Often the only thing standing between us and our dreams is a little help. I hope some of the above websites and applications can offer just that.
Please note: As far as I am aware, all the above are either free or offer free structuring at the time of writing.
As I’m sure some of you will have noticed, I’ve been rather more absent from the blogging world of late than normal. The reason for this is my writing. I’m only really happy when I’m writing and due to external factors I don’t want to talk about, I’ve poured myself into it lately. The result is a lot of words. So, I apologise for not getting around to as many of your wonderful blogs as I would like and wanted you to know that it’s not that I don’t care. I do. However, due to the books that are now begging for my full attention, it’s only going to get worse. This is why:
Into Eternity the climax to The Eternals Trilogy has been submitted to my publisher TODAY. I would hope this will hit the shelves very soon. This is the culmination of almost five years work and a story I am very proud to call my own. You won’t ever have read anything like it. Not many people can say that in the world of Fantasy authors, but I can.
Britannia Unleashed is also almost ready to go. Britannia Unleashed started life as individual Steampunk/Alternate History short stories. Fortunately, due to having a terrible memory, I reused the same characters in multiple tales. All of these have now been collated and rewritten into one unfolding drama. There are a few finishing touches to be made but not many. Because I actually started with some of these shorts long before The Eternals, the characters have become quite dear to me. Hence, I found myself writing more, then more still and suddenly realised I’d thousands of pages of extra tales. So, I can now also say that Britannia Unleashed will spawn a second trilogy of Fantasy books tentatively titled The Theatre of the Moon Trilogy fronted by the Victorian investigator Mortimer Headlock and his good friend Miss Grace Grace.
The Snow Lily was the story that got me noticed but also almost killed me through exhaustion. I kid you not. I couldn’t bear to even look at it once it’d won me my Authonomy Gold Medal. However, the children in the book, Lily and Bobby, have slowly worked their magic on me. The Snow Lily is now being completely rewritten to the higher standards I have set myself and I’m pleased to say I’m enjoying it. Thank you all who told me to get on with it when I alluded to what the book had done to me some months ago. I wouldn’t have gone back to it without your encouragement.
Writing these stories makes me happier than anything I’ve ever done. I was born to write but just didn’t have the courage to do so for the longest time. I’m too old to mess about with regrets, plus I need to earn to eat, so from now on the writing will have to come first. I hope you all understand, and that I shall still do my utmost to see as many of your wonderful blogs as I can when I can.
When I first took, what was for me, the bold step of putting my work on a writing site, I was terrified of what people would say. I loved writing, but expected everyone else to hate my every word (no exaggeration). I was then extrodinarily fortunate to meet two wonderful ladies, who helped me get through this, Jasmine, or J.C.S to everyine else, and if she’s reading this, Debbie.
Where I had no confidence, Jasmine exuded it. Where I doubted myself, she did not. I can honestly say that if not for her prompting and encouraging words, I might never have become a published author. That was four years ago now, and mine and Jasmine’s friendship is stronger then ever. It is a constant source of amazement that no matter how much I antogonise her, (which I can do becuase she can’t reach to strangle me from the other side of the Atlantic) that she remains my pal. Jasmine has now self-published several books, all variances of the Science Fiction Genre, and has become an accomplished graphic novelist and clothes designer, too. She really is multi-talented. It is to my personal delight that I can now help her as she has so often helped me.
Without further ado, it is my great pleasure to present to you my good friend J.C.S. Here is an extract from her latest work, Bleeding Stars and Paper Hearts: Romance of the Synthies. Also, some of her wonderful artwork.
There stood a tree, new, young, fresh. The leaves were newly bloomed. There lay grass, the sun cresting over a hill in the distance.
Adrianna came from behind the tree, rubbing her belly. Then a foot pressed out, it’s imprint making the both of us grin.
“This is all I ever wanted,” I said softly, now nestling my nose in her curls.
“Just the three of us?” she said.
Then she stepped back, tears spilling helplessly from that pretty little face. Like a sick magic trick, she turned to ash and covered my feet. The sky then darkened, as rolling clouds hid the sun.
And the tree that bore leaves greener than my eyes was now barren, and wicked in a way.
My eyes opened. My vision was blurred. I could hear the whizzing of machinery, and the beeping of a heart monitor. I felt a sting from my neck to my shoulders and realized the situation of my conformity.
I shot up, the sting now pressing down my back. My vision remained blurred, but I could make out the silhouette walking to me.
“Brandon,” I heard Thomas say, “we didn’t think you’d wake up so soon.”
“Where’s Adrianna?” I said, gasping for air.
Struggling to think.
“Where is she?” I moaned.
“Thomas!!!” I roared, clearly losing my mind.
“I don’t know!” he offended back.
I tried rubbing my eyes to clear the haze I was viewing. When I decided to stand, I felt that of an infant learning to walk. I stumbled, knocking over equipment and chairs. My vision cleared enough that I could see Thomas barring the door, but his strength was no match for mine even in my weak state.
I shoved him aside and swung the door open as my feet came into contact with cold, wet pavement. Being that I still couldn’t see, the rumbling sound of hovering cars, and their horns jolted my sight a little clearer. I was now backed into the wall by the door I exited, my heart beating at an abnormal pace.
Thomas came out of the door, holding his arm and glaring. When he saw my belittled expression, he then grinned and laughed a little.
“This is the supposed Dump,” he said, gesturing about.
“Where is Adrianna?” I asked again.
“Get dressed, and I’ll show you.”
After fixing my belt, and ripping a hole in my shirt to fit my wings, I proceeded to follow Thomas down the hall and into an empty room. A large screen played uniform images of Adrianna, as if she were facing a camera. Some of the video playback ran in fast forward, as other moments you could see the angst in her face.
Thomas sat down, typed in a few words onto a keyboard, and motioned I sit as well.
Then he sighed, before pressing the space bar.
“You won’t like what you hear…” he said, giving me a strained look.
“I don’t like a lot of things.”
“I warned you…”
Adrianna smiled, her eyes looking down. The camera seemed to be vibrating, as an obvious explosion could be heard.
I panicked. Until she spoke.
“I’m pregnant,” she said softly, “and it’s been nearly three months since I’ve seen Brandon…”
As if I myself walked into a sound proof tunnel did swirl my efforts not to become angry. I immediately rose to exit, when Thomas caught me by the shoulder.
“She left that house, Brandon,” Thomas whispered, “I don’t think anger is going to get you anywhere…”
Matted down angst rolled out of my sigh as I turned the knob on the door. There stood a studious looking male Synthie in a white lab coat. He seemed hesitant to speak, so I walked past without a word as well.
“We need to run a few diagnostics on you…” he mentioned, rushing to keep up.
“Did I excrete any liquids during my three month hibernation?” I asked.
He blinked, flipping through the pages of his clip board.
“We almost couldn’t keep up with the waste bag attached to your bed…”
“Analyze that,” I said, still walking.
Where was I going?
“Did we find the Baron?” I demanded to Thomas.
The doctor and Thomas exchanged uneasy glances before Thomas decided to answer.
Here is the little lady.
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I’m tired, so tired, looking at a screen full of things I do not want to read. There are stories, twisted tales, those who seek attention and those who pretend not to. There are those who in any other format I would deem perverted, yet, here, I am supposed to accept. This is not what I want. This is so not what I want.
There are words piled before me, words I use, but not in the order I would use them. There are sentences and syntax set to pictures, both moving and still, songs and celebrations, lives from here, there and everywhere, and none of them mine. There are lives lost and lives found and some somewhere in between. I try to indulge them, help even, but it is with a heart steeped in regret. Why? Just because. I need no reason nor excuse, I’m beyond that, no debts owed. Answer them all, they say. It’s for your own good, they scream. Get involved. Sell yourself. Porn your life for the greater good. And most do. And most will. But I won’t.
So, in the arms of exhaustion, I realise, all I want to do is write. It is the only thing I’m good at, and the only thing I wish. I have so much to exhale. Such a lot. This is what I must do. And this is what I shall.
Take a breath. Close your eyes. Put your fingers to the keyboard. And smile. At last.