The Joys Of Spring

After months of cold and grey skies, the weather has taken a dramatic turn for the better with warm temperatures and lots of sunshine. 

Below are some image shots I took on the way to work ( location, Totteridge Village, North London):

 

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Like always, I couldn’t resist attempts at building up my black and white photography collection, and I edited several of the originals in GIMP, working in greyscale, then going on to use Levels and Contrast/Brightness.

 

 

 

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Spring Has Come, Prolific Writing

Spring has finally come a bit later than usual, with warm weather and sun.  And the difference the weather makes.  London streets look cheerful rather than bland and grey. 

I’ve been working on my third novel, a psychological thriller called Silent, and churning out pages of work.  The novel, set in the Lancashire/Yorkshire borders, follows the story of pianist Gavin as he struggles to come to terms with a tragedy that took place five years earlier during his student days at the stately Harlesden Hall.  The Hall had a disturbed past, and during Gavin’s brief stay there as a student, secrets from the past exploded, bringing about a devastating conclusion. 

In the following section of the story, Gavin has returned to the area of Harlesden five years on and finds himself stranded and the target in a murder investigation:

I order another pint, then go out to look for him. Empty lanes. Fields and an evening sky with a setting sun, red like a fire. Towering hills in the distant, cairns, gates. Breeze. You can’t see Harlesden Hall from here, but I stare in the direction of the ruins anyway, scanning the horizon – and as I do, a cold feeling passes through me, a sense that madness and tragedy are about to strike yet again on those grounds.

Meanwhile, my other two novels – Secrets by Lawrence Estrey and EggHead – are available from Amazon in paperback and e-book. 

Check out the reviews for my debut novel Secrets.

Newspaper article on author.

Local musician publishes crime thriller

Music Videos by Lawrence Estrey

Most of the time, I blog about creative writing or black and white photography, but I’m also a professional musician, a classical pianist.  I got my main music degree from Dartington College of Arts in Totnes, Devon, and did piano performance studies in London.  As you will probably guess from the link, I prefer romantic composers like Chopin to classical, although I’ve performed the major Beethoven piano sonata.

Check out my videos on youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCyuuH0a6i8BwC7q8g81hTUg/videos

 

 

 

 

April Showers

Easter came and went with frost and chills.  Now, the weather has got warmer, but the grey skies continue, along with rain and gloom.

Meanwhile, I’ve written 50,000 words of my new novel, Silent, a psychological thriller set on the Yorkshire/Lancashire borders, featuring a group of young pianists who have come together for a week of piano workshops.  In Silent, central character Gavin falls for one of the other students on the course, Philippa, a Goth from Kent, but their relationship becomes obsessive and destructive, leading to disaster…  As a classically trained pianist myself, I feel particularly qualified to write this story.

In the following sample, central character Gavin has started to struggle with his surroundings:

Sitting up in bed, I remembered other stuff from yesterday evening. Shadows and footsteps. A man smoking a cigarette by the fountain behind the practice Cells. Watching in the narrow semi-lit corridor. And then, that awful place by the river with its chilling atmosphere.     

Meanwhile, my other two novels – Secrets by Lawrence Estrey and EggHead – are available from Amazon in paperback and e-book. 

Check out the reviews for my debut novel Secrets.

Newspaper article on author.

Local musician publishes crime thriller

Easter Freeze, A Blast From Siberia

Spring came a week and a half ago, and the freezing temperature continues here in the UK, thanks partly to a blast from Siberia.  We had snow just before Easter, and elsewhere newborn lambs have been dying from the cold.  The forecasters reckon the freezing weather will last throughout the month of April.  Most people I know are getting pretty depressed from the constant chill and grey skies.

I’ve spent the last two weeks working on a new novel, Silent, a psychological thriller about a group of piano students brought together for a week of masterclasses in a stately hall in Yorkshire.  The hall, owned by the Harlesden family, has a tragic history, and during the week of piano classes, past events come to the surface, presenting danger to the five students.  As a trained musician myself with more than ten years experience giving piano recitals, I felt particularly qualified to write the story. 

In the following section of the novel, central character Gavin goes to a party and meets a couple of local lads, but senses straightaway that the lads are hostile:

I climbed through the window space again, cutting my finger on the nail. I tiptoed round the back and started making my way up the steep mound behind the line of factories, clawing through hedges and branches on all fours, into a field. I continued up, across the grass, looking for the path, tiptoeing like a girl in order to avoid creating any noise. I found the path and quickened my pace, putting more distance between me and the two lads.  Part of the way up the hill, I started running towards the fence. Up and over, and I was on the other side. Safety. Just five more minutes to go, and then Harlesden Hall and a pint of lager. Not long at all. Just concentrate on the job at hand. No dithering, or you’re dead. I ran up hill as fast as I could, but eventually I had to slow down before stopping for half a minute or so to gather my breath. I looked around. Silence, dusk turning to evening. No sign of the two lads. In future, I would stay in at night, avoid the village of Harlesden altogether and give any further parties a miss, unless the parties were at Harlesden Hall.       

Reaching a second path that veered left to the lane leading to the driveway, I passed a tree and thought I detected a flicker of movement nearby.

‘Oi, Gavin,’ a voice called. ‘Oi, oi, oi.’

A pair of hands gripped me.

Meanwhile, my other two novels – Secrets by Lawrence Estrey and EggHead – are available from Amazon in paperback and e-book. 

Check out the reviews for my debut novel Secrets.

Newspaper article on author.

Local musician publishes crime thriller