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    Life Update… & why I stopped studying

    Life in general is going well, except worrying about the new PIP, which takes over from DLA. I have been on DLA since I was a young child and the PIP has scared me with all the stories of people being rejected and having to fight for their money and disabled status. The whole system is unfair. I have been on hiatus with book blogging but trying to get myself back into blogging and reading again, which I love. I am still volunteering at my local community library once a week for a few hours and honestly enjoying being out the house and meeting people there. Speaking of books I…

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    Writing Wednesdays #1

    As I write this blog post, I am aware of how hard writing fiction is. I started my first venture into writing when I was in my early teens, creating poetry from real life experiences. Never did I show anyone what was on the 20+ pages of a4. This project however is different. I am aiming to write between 1 and 20 books: these include 2 adult novels, 1 young adult/teen book, and lastly a children’s book series of 5+ (150 pages each) books. It is a big commitment for me & hard work! For now, I will refer to the page already up on my blog (Previous work etc).…

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    Beginning of “Prologue” (WIP #2)

    PRESENT DAY (December. 1999) It was another bitterly cold, December afternoon in late 1999. There was a lean,, dirty-looking, belligerent, male. He had an unfriendly face and looked no younger than 63. He wore an old, faded greyed black, double breasted suit with a classic worn-in, English man‘s black, top hat. To any young person passing, he would have looked like he was in some form of fancy dress. He walked with a heavy weight emphasised on his right leg. Not many people knew that his limp had been caused many years ago, when there was nothing that could have been done, to correct the problem. He always refused to…

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    Beginning of Chapter 1 (WIP #1)

    There stood a shadow six foot six, dressed in dark clothes and soaking wet. The rain was rushing down heavy and cold. The man was hiding in the shadows aware of each person passing. No one would look in his direction in fear of what was there.   There was a mother with her two little children on her way back from the supermarket and a teenager on his way home from a friend’s house unaware of what was near. They would go on to recount how they scurried past and did not look him in the eye. This image struck fear into the street that night. Something as glinting…