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AUTHOR'S CORNER;

LET'S TALK ABOUT WORDS, BABY!

That which has the power to ignite fire within the hearts of men, to fuel their burning desires, to put upon their hearts a weight which is not satisfied nor quenched until the thirst becomes greater than themselves.  That which can entice, engage, enlighten and invigorate the senses to the point that only action can soothe!  That which plays upon the imagination and whispers to the soul and drives the ego into crazed heights.

That which can soften the hardest of men, harden the gentlest of creatures, drive wild the placid amongst us.  That which can turn an ordinary night into a magical place, or a thing of beauty into the ugliest of things.  That which has led men into war, led war into peace.  That which is poison, nectar, medicine, holy water, faith, and despair!

In my country of origin there is a saying that words are like magic woven into the night.  That nothing in this earth can ever be more powerful than words!  And the ancient Egyptians knew what they were talking about, for their words were recorded on their walls and their legacy outlived most! 

In the Middle East where the Bedouin caravans roamed, and the desert was all that could be seen, the Arabs spent their nights around a fire reciting poetry to each other, entertaining themselves with tales of love and magic, these gathering were called 'parties of Samar' which meant sweet conversation. 

Words are the key to the soul, they are felt not seen, they are comprehended through the mind's eye and entrenched into the imagination, awakening the heart and nourishing the soul.  Words are the gifts that differentiate us from the rest of the animal kingdom, and our ability to use them is infinite!

IF YOU ARE A WRITER, YOU HAVE A GIFT

Sure, we can all speak words, we can all think words, but not everyone can make words penetrate and invade the senses of the masses!  Speaking words, knowing words, having words, is not enough; one has to know how to manipulate words.  One has to be able to paint a colourful picture with their words and completely immerse the reader into a world of one's own vision!

It is not enough to have a great storyline if all you are going to do is write it flat.  It is not enough to describe a man as simply a man, because that does nothing for the reader.  Or to describe a kiss as the meeting of two lips, because that is just technical!  

And let's face it, our imaginations are only ignited through our emotions and if we can't feel it, we won't see it!  If we can't feel the rage through what we read, or the fear, or the burning love desire, then there is very little chance of us actually fully immersing into the story!

THE BEST WRITERS ARE THE ONES WHO TAKE YOU ON A JOURNEY!

As a writer, one must never shy away from one's own imagination, remember, you are a writer for a reason.  You are a writer because you see things intensely, because you see many points of views, because you have insight into human behaviour, emotions and egos. You are a writer because you are not one dimensional, but three dimensional!  You see, (yes you see) you feel, you hear emotion.  You see different variants of the colour red, and deeper shades of the colour black!  You are a writer because to you, a sky is never just blue and a smile is never ever straight forward!  You are a writer because somehow, somewhere in your genetic make-up, you have incorporated many, many variants of human traits, many, many ways of seeing one thing, many conflicting opinions and lots and lots of understanding!  You have the tool to connect with, have empathy with and understand many a different person!  

ALL GOOD WRITERS UNDERSTAND THIS, JUST ASK UNCLE SHAKESPEARE!

Words and how they play on words are the only real tool we writer  have! If we only remember that, and not feel inhibited by what people may think!  And as Earnest Hemingway once said:

'There is nothing to writing, all a man has to do is to sit down at a typewriter and bleed!'

AUTHOR'S CORNER;

A SAMPLE OF MY NEW NOVEL OUT ON 31st MAY 2013

CHAPTER ONE

     Said The Devil to Senora Elvita Fernandez, on a hot summer’s day, on the beaches of Marbella, ‘Doesn’t that man look delightful?’  Senora Elvita Fernandez looked across at the family man holidaying with his plump wife and two pale children.  ‘And look at his wife,’ said Diablo, as he smoothed his hand over his dark hair and licked his lips in mischief.  ‘Look at her, all dumpy and uncared for, she doesn't pay much attention to herself, poor cow!’  Senora Fernandez pondered on Diablo’s words and felt a surge of wanting rise through the pit of her stomach.  The Englishman in front of her shone and glistened in the sunshine, and his pink, reddened skin looked baby like and adorable.  His beer belly looked masculine, his blubbery thighs, appealing, and his ginger hair shone golden in the Spanish sun.  Elvita sighed heavily and reached for her cigarettes.  ‘He is beautiful, don’t you think?’ asked Diablo in a husky voice.  ‘I bet he’d like you,’ he coaxed.  He waited for a moment beside Elvita, and felt her temperature rise and read her thoughts (her dirty thoughts) and chuckled to himself, before going over to the Englishman.

     The Englishman was Jerome Cook, an ordinary man who worked in an estate agent, from north London on holiday with his wife, Lucy who was a part time librarian, and his two children, Poppy aged twelve and Peter aged ten.  There was nothing extraordinary about this family, nothing fancy or exciting.  In fact, Diablo thought them rather boring and drab, not the sinning type at all.  But that only made the challenge better and gave him a chance to practice his skills.  ‘Hey there old fellow,’ said Old Nick in a smooth voice, he sat to the left of Jerome Cook and rested his goat bearded chin upon his shoulder.  ‘I must say old chap, your wife is looking rather drab today, and a little embarrassing in that bikini, if you ask me.’  Jerome looked over at Lucy, who happened to be bent over, (bottom flung high in the air) helping Peter with his sand castle.  The insides of her thick white thighs rubbed together and left red marks along the edges.  Her belly hung unmercifully over the bikini bottoms and her breasts seemed hardly contained in that tiny little bra top.  She had red blotches on her body, and streaks of sweat running down her back.  Her curly brown hair seemed to curl tighter in the Spanish heat.  Her cheeks flushed red and her lips seemed to blister as she tried to endure the hot Spanish sun.  Jerome Cook looked at his wife and felt a dreaded feeling rise up in his chest.  Was that the woman he actually married?

    Old Nick changed sides and sat on the right of Jerome and tapped his shoulder with his long nailed finger.  ‘Look over there old boy, just there, yes to your left, isn’t she lovely?’ he referred to Senora Fernandez.  Elvita Fernandez looked magnificent in the sunlight, her bronzed body looked sculptured and fine detailed, her breasts stood unaided and firm beneath her yellow strapless dress, nipples just slightly poking the material.  Her long brown hair fell in waves and twirls upon her smooth, dainty shoulders.  She looked sophisticated as she put the cigarette to her lips and took a deep drag and blew a cloud of smoke out, clouding her face, so that her beautiful features could merely be detected from between clouds of smoky mist.  Jerome swallowed hard as he felt his buttocks tighten and his chest swell, a familiar (yet so missed) feeling of arousal overtook him and his swimming trunks seemed to tingle somewhat!  ‘Those eyes, those lips,’ said Old Nick as he breathed heavily for maximum effect, ‘one could die for those lips, ah to have a woman such as her, how lucky would a man be?’  Jerome squinted his eyes and scrunched up his face, to get better focus on this Spanish beauty.  Senora Fernandez noticed this and blew smoke in the air, and flicked her hair away from her face and smiled.  ‘Look!’ said Lucifer feeling his own power rise up in his being.  ‘Look at how she smiles at you, look at how she wants you!  Look at how she blows smoke in your direction, she means to entice you my friend!  Ah, but such a shame, here you are with your wife and children, stuck here on this side of the beach, while she stuck there, on that side.  Bordered by your wife’s hefty frame, bless!’  Jerome felt irritation at his wife and regretted bringing her and the kids on holiday.  Diablo laughed at this, for human fickleness amused him.  He flitted over to Elvita.

     ‘Did you see Elvita?’ whispered he into her ear.  ‘Did you see how he looked at you?  I think he has noticed you…I think someone has got herself noticed…’ he teased.  Elvita smiled to herself and felt invigorated at the attention this Englishman was bestowing upon her.  She blushed and bowed her head, blinked rapidly and turned away.

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AUTHOR'S CORNER;

STEADY, IT'S ONLY FICTION!!

Odd, but once again I find myself in an awkward situation of being rendered speechless!  And I am not normally a person to be rendered speechless; in fact if anyone has too much to say it is usually me.  So what has rendered me so, I hear you ask.  What could have possibly left this delightful woman of good sense of humour and witty outlook, so lost for words?  I'll tell you!

On meeting up with a dear and old friend of mine, I was delighted to learn that she has read my book.  'Oh Sam,' she said, 'I've just finished your book, I really enjoyed it!'

'Thank you,' I grinned shyly as I felt my chest inflate with sheer pride.  She looked at me fondly, before quickly looking to her left and right, to make sure no one was listening, and then she whispered 'I didn't know you were that...worldly...you know, modern like!'  My heart sank,and not because of what she said, but it was because of the way she was saying it.  She was insinuating that I had secretly written my own life story into my novel, or that I was as murderess, as wild, as much of a seductress as my heroin!!  

I tried to explain, by laughing it off, and stuttering a few words to the opposite effect, but, true to most writers, I say it better on paper!  So I ended up making a right mug of myself!  Which of course left her with the upper hand and she walked away with a smug look on her face as if to say I know what you're really like!

 This was not the first time this has happened.  Whilst people who read my work tend to really like it and most are so pleasantly surprised, they can't wait for the next one.  Whilst most of the normal population realise that it is entirely a work of fiction and that writers tend to provide spicy, entertaining work to get people out of their hum-drum lives.  It is called using the imagination!  Some come away with the idea that I am writing from pure experience.  I remember a nice lady I casually knew, had come along to a book signing, she brought her husband along to introduce him to her writer friend, me.  A few weeks later she quietly walked up to me with a solemn look on her face, looked me straight in the eye and said 'I really didn't realise you were THAT modern!' she said, before she walked off in the other direction!  I don't even write smutty!  What was my story about?  A young girl who finds herself in pimp gang and uses her intellect to get out of it!  

Let me set the record straight!  Hey guys, it is only fiction, you know, the stuff that writers write?  And if you feel disillusioned because I look like an ordinary woman - well let me tell you that I am!  I just make up things and write stories.....

I am no hot sexy stripper...No, I'm not!!  It is a fictional character, a make - belief scenario which makes my story a little interesting!

I do NOT murder people!  And even if I actually did, I'd be really stupid to write about it!

I ain't no psycho!  Well, some would argue, but no doctor has confirmed it yet.

Yeah, right!  Like romance is really always like that!  What with four kids, a cat and writing all the time!  Not to mention cooking, cleaning and shopping!!  

I ain't no DIVA!  I'm more of a mummy, get the picture?  

No, I'm not EVIL either!  And just for the record, I never did bury anyone in the back garden!!  I am not a cult follower, I know not magic, I have never tortured, maimed, abused or taunted anyone!  Although my poor husband may have other opinions!

As a wise cat once said.......

So, next time you think you know me because you've read me, please consider what you are reading; have a look in the front of the book, you know where it claims copyright, I'm sure you'll find it says fiction!

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THE DEVIL'S TRUTH!

Satan is out to make trouble amongst mankind and is creating havoc in his wake!  

He is an evil creature who hates all of Adam's children and deems them useless and easily tempted into corruption!  But despite his evil self, he is rather fickle, mischievous and insecure, if not humorous sort of chap!  

He blames lack of religion for many of his hardships; for since atheism has gone on the increase, he does not seem to get the respect he was once used to!    People put disasters down to coincidence rather than attribute them to him.  Horror films, computer games, film producers, fiction writers and the likes of them have all made a mockery out of him and nobody seems to take him seriously. 

In the days of old; his name was feared, his picture abhorred and he was frequently mentioned amongst people and in religious establishments.  In this modern age, he feels emptiness that is an epidemic of modern day living!

It is a holiday in Marbella that The Devil takes delight in ruining for three families; Michael Cook, his wife Sharon, daughter Sophie and sister in-law, Tracy.

Jerome Cook, (Michael's brother) his wife Lucy and their two young children, Poppy and Peter.

And Senor Rafael Fernandez, his beautiful wife and selfish son Maximaliano!

Here Lucifer whispers and entices them to lie, cheat and indulge in deeds which will surely change their lives as they know it!

Told in a humorous style, this story typifies man's fragile ego and his desire for pleasures.  As Satan mostly uses truths to ignite anger and jealousy in the hearts of people, he is able to play on their weaknesses and desires.  He is tickled by how easily he can rile man up and get him to do exactly what he wants! 

Delighting in man's clumsiness, excited by man's deception, charged by man's sexual energies, he thrives on corrupting the three families, swapping them amongst each other and watching as the foundations of their marriage breaks apart.

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