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I was taking a look at some pictures last night and I thought I’d take a moment to write a bit about my recent canvass titled “Carrie”. Notice the quotation marks. See, she’s not the real Carrie, but the representation of what she is, that exact moment.
I think it captures something of her, or of the part of us that can identify with her, that moment when you are completely blanked out by flame. I am still considering adding a tiara, but she says she’s done for now.
“Carrie” started as a ruined canvass. It was to be the third in a triptych that I had done in a series of women with blue flowers. The first one is one of my very favourite pieces. The second turned out less so. I had started the third, a woman holding a baby, in pencil with a red dress in cante (charcoal pastels) and an outline.
I didn’t like it, so it sat behind my easel and some other canvasses until I started working with paints over a year later. I don’t have a picture of it (she was too big and garish for me, for some reason, whereas the other two women didn’t take up much of the canvass, but were the central focus).
I had recently done a canvas entitled Diesel. You can see a picture of it here:
It turned out pretty freaking awesome. I had thought this canvass, though recent, was ruined, too (though of course, depending on your taste in art, perhaps it already is ruined. LOL Bit I digress…).
So I picked up the abandoned canvass, that woman and her baby, and erased the baby out of the picture. Even though the pencil lines were eventually covered up with cante, pastel’s and then oil paint, I can still see where the baby is-I know where it used to be. This is not a representation of pregnancy, only that I know the woman in the picture has lost something. I gave her a necklace to symbolize what she had lost, or perhaps where her spiritual centre was. It was a pentagram, but is now only a small circle of gold, but the pencil lines are still there too.
I filled her in with pencil first, reshaping her and worked on the under layer of the canvass with pencil first, cante to give it line and shape and then pastels to give it a bit of texture. She turned out like this:
I let her sit for a bit because I knew she wasn’t done. I wanted to use paint in some way and I was pretty sure what I wanted to paint would turn out quite a bit differently than the canvass I had just done. But I forged ahead anyways. Here’s what she looked like in the beginning of the painting process:
From beginning to end of the refurbed canvass, I’d say three weeks or so, give or take to lay down all the different layers of pencil, cante, pastel and paint. A year and a bit if you count the time she stood silent, waiting to be finished. Here is what she looked like when she was first done:
And here is what “Carrie” looks like now.
The texture of the paint, cante and pastel are coming through in the body and the hair, the colour’s are deeper now. I like her better now, too. While working on her, I wasn’t sure if she was a woman or a warrior or both. Both, as it turns out.
In the end, it was almost a two year journey with “Carrie”. Hmmm, I wonder which canvass I can rework next?
Welcome to Pagford.
It is a picture perfect little town: rolling hills, ancient abbey, cobbled streets, charming houses and colourful inhabitants. However, like everything that looks perfect, secrets run rampant through Pagford’s streets, waiting for the moment to be set free.
That moment arrives in the death of Barry Fairbrother. After suffering an aneurism on the night of his wedding anniversary, the town of Pagford becomes torn. With Barry’s death, a Casual Vacancy arises, a seat left vacant on the Parish Council due to death.
There are a few hopefuls vying for the coveted seat: Howard Mollison wants his son Miles to take the seat so that Miles can help Howard rid Pagford of The Fields, a rundown part of town home to a methadone clinic. Howard is thrilled at Barry’s death as Howard may finally rid Pagford of an eyesore. Miles’ wife Samantha, however, is less than thrilled and begins to fantasize about much younger boys.
Collin Wall, Deputy Head minister of the local high school, also wants to run for the vacant seat. As Barry’s former best friend, Collin thinks Barry would have wanted him to carry on his work, bringing The Fields and Pagford together, instead of tearing them apart.
Tessa Wall, who is the school guidance counselor, is more concerned over the antics of their son Stuart “Fats” and his association with Krystal Weedon and the mental state of her husband if he actually wins the seat; Collin hides a secret that could ruin him if exposed.
Simon Price also wants to run, despite having isolated himself from the community. His wife, Ruth, approves of him running because she is used to agreeing. It is the only way to keep him from getting angry. Often abusive to his two sons, Andrew “Arf” and Paul, taking in stolen goods and stealing from his place of work, Andrew wonders what would happen to his father if his secrets got out.
Even those not hoping to fill the casual vacancy are affected by Barry Fairbrother’s death: Parminder, who harbors secret feelings of her own, lavishes attention on one daughter while degrading her other daughter Sukhvinder who cuts herself to release the pain. Kay, a social worker who has just been assigned to help Terri Weedon and her children Krystal and Robbie as their mother struggles with heroin addiction.
There’s also Gaia, Kay’s daughter, who is bereft at leaving London because her mother followed her noncommittal boyfriend Gavin Wall to Pagford. Gavin, who knows he never should have let his relationship with Kay go so far is only concerned with ending the relationship and the love he holds close for another woman. Let’s not forget Shirley Mollison, Howard’s wife, who has her own secret agenda or Maureen, Howard’s business partner, who does whatever Howard says; Or what about Mary Fairbrother who had grown to dislike her husband and his growing attachment to Krystal Weedon?
Pagford is a picture perfect little town. Like anything that looks perfect, there is shadow underneath. What would happen if that shadow were exposed? What if the secrets of those in town were exposed, out in public? Would Pagford hold itself together, or would cracks begin to appear in its postcard image?
Before the Casual Vacancy is filled, the town of Pagford will find out and no one will be the same…
I wasn’t expecting to like The Casual Vacancy, much less love it. This has nothing to do with the fact that it’s not the next Harry Potter book. I knew going into The Casual Vacancy to have no expectations because it was decidedly not Harry Potter. Rowling’s first book for adults couldn’t be more different than that other fictional world she created, but a small town political novel just didn’t sound thrilling to me.
There was also the fact that, from the first page, I knew that The Casual Vacancy wasn’t going to be a quick read. The tone of the writing is completely different and I knew it would not feature the wicked fast plot of the Harry Potter novels. However, I read on anyways, knowing that Rowling is a good writer and hoping for a good story.
Well, I was wrong. J K Rowling is an incredible writer and in The Casual Vacancy she had penned an amazing novel with an amazing story. The Casual Vacancy actually has very little to do with the politics surrounding the title. Instead, it is really a study of the people who live in Pagford and the whims of human nature.
I suspect that the title of J K Rowling’s new novel is really a play on words. A Casual Vacancy is a situation in which a political assembly’s seat is declared vacant through resignation, disqualification or death. However, due to the nature of all of Pagford being involved and the possibility of an election that has split the town and those that want the vacant seat for their own ends, there is nothing casual about this vacancy.
As I read, I was reminded of many different authors. If I had to compare it to anything (although Rowling has written it so well that The Casual Vacancy is really incomparable), I would say it’s a mix of Charles Dickens, Maeve Binchy, Minette Walters and Meg Rosoff. The Casual Vacancy is bleak, gut wrenching, horrifying, frightening but also joyful and surprisingly funny. It’s a book that defies genres and boundaries.
Rowling’s strength as a writer has never been more noticeable than with The Casual Vacancy. Her characters are so well drawn that you identify with each and every one of them and the further you read, the more you become involved in their lives. Multiple storylines criss cross and meet up with each other and it takes a writer of the highest caliber to keep all of the intersecting characters and storylines straight and still tell an amazing story.
Surprisingly, the young adult characters in this novel (Andrew, Stuart, Gaia, Shukvinder, Krystal) play a larger role than I thought possible in a “political novel”. Rowling’s adult characters are just as well drawn and as you watch all of their lives intersect, you wonder how Rowling can possibly tie everything together in the end. Thankfully, she does it with grace and style and an ending I never, ever saw coming.
Make no mistake, though, this is an adult novel. In the pages of The Casual Vacancy, you’ll find drugs and drug use, sex, racism, prejudice, rape, theft, poverty, cutting and self-abuse. However, you will also find laughter, humour, joy, determination and hope. It is a novel less about politics than it is about the people who make up a community.
The Casual Vacancy is beautifully written and incredibly told. It is not a novel for the faint of heart, but is also a novel so full of heart that the characters within it will stay with me for the rest of my life. It made me laugh out loud, made me cry in public, had me rooting for some characters and loving to hate others.
It is a book you do not merely read; instead, you live inside of it until the last turn of the page and beyond.
I’m absolutely thrilled and excited to announce that Cobblestone Press has accepted Night of Air and Night of Stars, books Two and Three in the Deep Wood Trilogy. How awesome is that? Here’s the thing: The Deep Woods trilogy is perhaps the hottest thing I have ever written-I mean ever.
And I’ve written a lot of books. Electric Pink and Blue are out now, along with The Raven’s Curse and the Jamieson Wolf Special Edition (I just love saying that) are all available from Breathless Press, with In the Dead of Night coming soon. Check that out here:
http://www.bookswelove.net/jamiesonwolf.php
The Deep Woods Book One: Night of Leaves is already available from Cobblestone Press. You can start the story here:
http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/nightleaves.htm
While I will be knee deep in edits with Night of Air, Night of Stars and In the Dead of Night respectively. Coming up, there will also be a Christmas (or Yule if you prefer) surprise. I hope it rocks. I have yet to tackle it.
In the meantime, there will be Talking Poems and Train to look forward to, both serial works that will continue, regardless of any editing I have to do.
However, with four books out and three on the way at the moment, that’s a lot of reading you need to catch up on. Dive in, have fun, that’s why I wrote them.
To celebrate, here’s the blurb for the whole Deep Wood Trilogy. Enjoy!
Nicolas has always had a secret desire for his closest friend Jackson but he can never act upon it. In Salem of 1692, men do not love other men. Nicolas suffers with his secret…until the night he finds Jackson inside his house, waiting for him.
Jackson tells him that he has been chosen by a Goddess to be one of her protectors and that there is only one way to quicken the magic that lies dormant inside of Nicolas: They must lie with each other.
When Nicolas’ magic does quicken, the Guardian’s of Diana are threatened by the most dangerous of dark forces: the Shadows. They seek to destroy the Goddess and the very earth itself.
Can Nicolas find the strength inside of him to use his magic and save humanity? Or will he lose the man he loves forever?
Check out The Deep Woods Book One: Night of Stars here:
http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/nightleaves.htm
For less than your morning cup of coffee, you can have a hot story to start your day on your way to work. And then have coffee at work. I’m not saying you should cut out your coffee completely. Let’s not get hasty here…
I’ve got something fun for you to check out. It’s my new serial novel titled Train. What is Train? Well…
We all travel. We all get to where we are going in some way. Train is a novel that covers the outbreak of the zombie virus cars on a subway train, The Broadway Express and the surrounding subway station. They are intended only as snippets of conversation and going’s on at the time of the outbreak. The virus continues to spread, but these are its first moments, its first people. They are the ones who made the world what it is now.
This is a record of that moment in time.
They are not intended to be whole, but you will see only a moment. How it spreads like a snake under the tunnels of the city. Train is a novel that will be composed ongoing, serial chapters, or episodes. I’m not sure how long the novel will be, but there are a lot of people on a subway train.
I have no idea where the story will go, but there will be a new chapter every second day until it’s done. It will be one heck of a ride.
I hope you’ll hop on board.
You can check out TRAIN in all its glory here:
http://www.wattpad.com/7695109-train-a-novel-first-a-word
Think of Train as a novel composed of flash fiction. Eventually it will be available as an eBook and possibly a paperback, but will be delivered serially for now. The first two chapters are up already!
I thought I would share this with you all. It’s the cover for my upcoming release from Breathless Press. It’s a zombie/apocalypse romance titled In the Dead of Night.
As a bit of a teaser, here’s the blurb to the book. I’ll let you all know more as I go through edits and am closer to a publication date, but for now, here’s what In the Dead of Night is about:
Ikarus remembers nothing.
One moment there was darkness and the next, there was light. However, Ikarus Kane remembered nothing of what came before.
The world he knew is gone. Waking from a coma, he finds the world as he knew it greatly changed. It is now infested with the living dead. Ikarus has one choice: find shelter and hide or risk becoming one of them.
He finds shelter in an abandoned bed and breakfast. But there is someone there already. Mikhail Jones is a man who has survived more than just the zombie apocalypse. There is something about him that sets Ikarus’ body on fire and, despite knowing him only moments, he wants Mikahil desperately.
Ikarus is more powerful than he knows, however. Ikarus and Mikhail become entangled in a fight for survival where only they can save the world; only they don’t know it yet. They are part of an ancient prophecy that has been set in motion.
When they find a woman named Ruthe in one of the bedrooms upstairs, with no memory of how she got there, things are only beginning to get interesting.
In a desperate race to find answers, Ikarus and Mikhail cling to the only thing that feels right: each other.
They will need the love that blooms between them if they are all to survive the night…