Welcome to my blog.
I have spent the last two and a half years writing my first fiction novel. Some weeks i sat back and did nothing, some weeks i wrote each day; the beauty of not being pressured to finish a project within a given time-frame. What started as 'something to do' after boredom set in one winter quickly became a modest 66,000 word novel. The only person who has read it, is me!!
My wife is an avid reader but she has always 'just started another novel' and my teen kids, well the children of today are, let's say, more technically inclined and into audio-visual stuff when they have spare time. Enough of the waffle and straight to the beginning of chapter 1. Would you want to read on? Please comment.
Beginning of chapter 1
The two suited men stood shoulder to shoulder watching the dawn of a new age. The level playing field of previous years was about to be consigned to the past. Charles Hamilton broke the unnecessary silence as they observed a great moment in scientific advancement. The strategically positioned CCTV allowed them complete anonymity and an uncluttered view.
‘Today Ron, our names will go down in history, etched forever on the minds of historians and world leaders. We will always be remembered as the innovators, the pioneers; our children will read of our success and so will our grandchildren... A proud moment; don’t you think Ron?’
‘Oh yes…a very proud moment.’ His reply was not nearly as emphatic as it could have been, all things considered.
‘Still no word on the Approved Research and Development Certificates Charles?’ Hamilton let out a half chuckle before responding;
‘We don’t need to worry about the A-R-D-C; it just needs rubber stamping and we’re as good as there.’ He placed a firm hand on Ron’s shoulder and swayed him gently as they both watched the battle lines being redrawn. Ron glanced quizzically at his superior, as he watched trance-like, the arrival of the new dawn.
‘We’re as good as there,’ reiterated Charles quietly.
Tuesday 15 December 2009
Saturday 10 October 2009
2nd instalment
As he is gently drawn away from the place which had been his home for the past nine months, he has no idea that in another eighteen months he’ll be fighting for his life and wishing he’d never been born.
He can’t fight the perpetrator grabbing at him, she’s too strong. He feels as though some vast entity is pulling him in; he is powerless to stop it. He can immediately move legs and arms more freely than before, but he doesn’t like the sudden, unfamiliar freedom of this new place.
The room he has entered is overly bright, the air cool and unwelcoming. He had grown accustomed to his warm and secure space, albeit increasingly cramped. He lets out a scream and continues until everybody in the room, and beyond, knows that he’s less than impressed with the whole episode; he doesn’t like this noisy and unfamiliar place at all.
The sounds outside are quite incredible…, like the ones he’d heard when he was in the other place but much, much clearer and louder…but he feels that something is missing. Where is the gurgling and the rhythmic beating of his warm cosy space? He’s gripped by confusion and fear; he wants to go back inside but somehow, he knows that’s not possible now.
He is being carried around the room, everything is blurred, he feels dizzy and nauseous; he wants the nightmare to end. The blanket, hurriedly but skilfully wrapped around him, gives him back the feeling of security which he’d lost upon entering the new place.
He hears a familiar, comforting voice…and within seconds his anxieties disappear, as quickly as they’d appeared; she whispers his name, tearfully. Ricky is relieved; he thought he’d lost her.
Mother cradles baby with a look of pure joy. The look speaks volumes and is made from the love of every single cell in her body. She will always have it. She feels lucky to have it. Ricky hears another, deeper, familiar voice; he feels much happier now, the memory of his recent traumatic journey, slowly fading away.
The humbled father looks at his son as he gently strokes his delicate head; the elation is as pure as the tears rolling down his cheeks. He thanks god for being blessed with a beautiful healthy child, already looking ahead to the things they will do together as only father and son can. He feels grateful to be able to look forward to these things.
Ricky was born at The Fortuna Clinic’s state-of-the-art maternity ward in Kent, England on January 12th to overwhelmed parents Frank and Laura Travis. He weighed in at approximately six pounds and fifty centimetres in length; statistics which gave no cause for alarm.
He can’t fight the perpetrator grabbing at him, she’s too strong. He feels as though some vast entity is pulling him in; he is powerless to stop it. He can immediately move legs and arms more freely than before, but he doesn’t like the sudden, unfamiliar freedom of this new place.
The room he has entered is overly bright, the air cool and unwelcoming. He had grown accustomed to his warm and secure space, albeit increasingly cramped. He lets out a scream and continues until everybody in the room, and beyond, knows that he’s less than impressed with the whole episode; he doesn’t like this noisy and unfamiliar place at all.
The sounds outside are quite incredible…, like the ones he’d heard when he was in the other place but much, much clearer and louder…but he feels that something is missing. Where is the gurgling and the rhythmic beating of his warm cosy space? He’s gripped by confusion and fear; he wants to go back inside but somehow, he knows that’s not possible now.
He is being carried around the room, everything is blurred, he feels dizzy and nauseous; he wants the nightmare to end. The blanket, hurriedly but skilfully wrapped around him, gives him back the feeling of security which he’d lost upon entering the new place.
He hears a familiar, comforting voice…and within seconds his anxieties disappear, as quickly as they’d appeared; she whispers his name, tearfully. Ricky is relieved; he thought he’d lost her.
Mother cradles baby with a look of pure joy. The look speaks volumes and is made from the love of every single cell in her body. She will always have it. She feels lucky to have it. Ricky hears another, deeper, familiar voice; he feels much happier now, the memory of his recent traumatic journey, slowly fading away.
The humbled father looks at his son as he gently strokes his delicate head; the elation is as pure as the tears rolling down his cheeks. He thanks god for being blessed with a beautiful healthy child, already looking ahead to the things they will do together as only father and son can. He feels grateful to be able to look forward to these things.
Ricky was born at The Fortuna Clinic’s state-of-the-art maternity ward in Kent, England on January 12th to overwhelmed parents Frank and Laura Travis. He weighed in at approximately six pounds and fifty centimetres in length; statistics which gave no cause for alarm.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)