Thank you Valerie for the time you put into preparing the questions for our interview. I loved getting stuck into those questions that make me consider the craft and why I write. Check out Valerie Sirr's Blog for the the full interview.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Sunday, March 16, 2014
It is always very heartening when people take time to write to you to tell you how much they are enjoying your book. Letters and emails have been coming in from the most unlikely places around the world to say they ordered Hellkite from Kenny's and have been reading stories to one another or discussing the different themes in their writing circles.
It is also rewarding when the reader gets it; knows what you are trying to do in the stories and see the patterns and nuances within the different ones. The limited-edition hardback is almost sold out but the paperback is still available in good bookshops. Here is another extract from:
The Devil’s Dye
First Eliza must chase Marisolle from the barn. That girl with her pangolin eyes and slouching walk carries bad spirits in her pocket and every time she is within bleeding distance things start to unhappen. She is best sent off to the fields at the end of the farm where she can sit in the blistering heat and hex no one, float around the corn shucks; let the duende of her mind dance like a mad thing – if that’s what a goblin does – but not here. Not here in the barn where Eliza knows everything depends on it, the plantation’s livelihood, their house, their mother’s nervous disposition.
Eliza gathers as many bundles of the plant into her arms as she can manage and piles them into the big expanse of vat that squats on the dusty floor. She orders the servants to carry buckets of water from the cistern to the big zinc bath, pour. The colour a dirty yellow, the odour so offensive it chokes the whole space around them and they have to pull their aprons over their mouths, their noses as they continue to bring more buckets to its rim.
‘Go now. Leave
she says. ‘Go about your other chores and leave me, for this is my task only.’ me.
She waits until Nathanial and Amos pull the big door closed and apart from the light that comes through the slats of the windows and the motes that scatter out around her, there is just herself and the putrid container of mud liquid before her.