For once, the month of January seems to have gone slowly and the New Year celebrations (or lack of them) feel like a distant memory. The weather’s freezing cold now in England and sleet has fallen this lunchtime.
A couple of photos I took earlier in the month. (Highgate Wood, North London)
From my new novel, a crime/psychological thriller set in the north of England, just like the other one. In this section, central character Wayne (12) is reflecting after uncovering information. Note the narrative change part of the way through.
Everything’s going to be okay, I promise myself. Zipper’s right: Gorton’s miles away. None of this can touch me or Mum or Nan or Grandpa. It’s all stupid stuff.
In the distance, a police helicopter scours the sky. The noise begins like a group of buzzing bees, getting louder as the helicopter moves closer and closer. The buzz merges with my thoughts and I fall asleep while the helicopter is still orbiting, waking just once in the night when I think I hear Mum, Lizzie and a man talking in the kitchen.
The other house wasn’t a house at all, but a flat similar to a maisonette. Everywhere there were long lines of two-storey buildings, grey-white buildings, some with satellite dishes and net curtains. There were no gardens nearby, just patches of faded green in front of the flats where girls played hopscotch. The older kids used to kick a ball around in the middle of the street, but no one drove cars, apart from the bad boys who had lots of money and guns. The grownups went everywhere by bus with buggies, pushing and sweating and swearing in the heat. They would stop off for tea and chocolates biscuits in a café owned by a woman named Maria, and there the little ones would drink cartons of Ribena through straws.
The buildings further on looked different to the lines of flats. They were brown and damp-looking, and all squashed together. Many of the shops had boarded up windows and rude words sprayed on the walls.
In the flat, the buggy stood in the hallway, next to the front door, and all the toys were kept neatly in a large plastic container by the cot, with a sticky red label on the lid.
Meanwhile, my debut novel (Secrets by Lawrence Estrey) has attracted mostly positive feedback, and is available as a paperback on Amazon (Kindle form too) and Barnes and Nobel.
Getting to grips once again with the writing, a crime drama/psychological thriller set in the north of England. The debut new – Secrets by Lawrence Estrey – has attracted mostly positive feedback and is available on Amazon.
Meanwhile, I continue to work on my photography skills and the somewhat complicated photo editing software, Photoshop Elements.
Once more I’ve got mega writer’s block, so I’ve been spending more time taking photos on my digital cameras and editing the images in Photoshop Elements. Unfortunately, the endless squinting forwards when I adjust sliders has left me with a bad neck.
Some of the results below:
(Sherlock Holmes Museum, Baker Street, Central London. Highgate Wood, North London. Regent’s Park )
I got a smartphone the other day, as the other phone seemed to have problems. The new phone doesn’t have a manual or software for connecting to a PC, and I am having to use Bluetooth to get information such as photos, music and files from phone to PC. So annoying.
Meanwhile, I’ve taken a week off the new novel, a psychological thriller, to concentrate on digital photography and the various phones. On Wednesday, I made a short video of myself playing the first movement of Beethoven’s Pathetique on the piano, but I will need software to edit. My debult novel – Secrets by Lawrence Estrey – continues to sell and has received another good review on Amazon. Already nearly halfway through January and things aren’t too bad in regards to the creative arts.
My blog is nearly three-years-old. To celebrate, I’ve chosen to upload some black and white photos of Highgate Wood, North London. I took the images as normal in colour, then removed all Color using Photoshop Elements.
Meanwhile, I’m continuing work on another novel Silent Friends, a psychological thriller, and my debut novel Secrets by Lawrence Estrey is available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
Things are quiet on the musical front at present, but I have several online recordings of my piano playing on Last.Fm, an internet radio site.