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Blog Birthday! Writing&Coe is four!

Over the four years, I’ve published 537 posts…70 writing and 67 reviews, and the rest either blog or assorted! I’ve had 8610 views over the past year, and 3756 visitors. It’s pretty good for a small blog about me, writing, books, crafty stuff and anything else I feel like writing about – so THANK YOU FOR READING!

I’ve been so disorganised this year that I don’t have any Kate writing freebies, but I can point you in the direction of some freebies from my publisher, Kristell Ink…there’s a free copy of Amunet (steampunk Victoriana adventure with a lot of mystery, a dollop of magic and some really good characters), and also a Rafflecopter of freebies including an Amazon gift card, easter eggs (just in case you’ve run out) and paperback books. Go enter at ttps://www.facebook.com/KristellInk/?sk=app_228910107186452

Portal Cake

Also have some cake, because…

Well, cake!

By the way, the next Greensky book is out soon – I don’t have a date yet (we’re waiting on cover art) but it’s coming!

Old writing: Mugglethorpe

A piece written about a gnoll-type creature, and its adventures…I have no idea what I wanted to happen in the end, but I liked the character!

Singing echoed through the trees; a slightly cracked, not unpleasant voice that broke on the higher notes and resonated on the low ones. It bounced off gnarled trunks and climbed up through the mossy leaves, creating odd echoes and harmonies.

“Knowing the land, knowing the ways, living here ‘til the end of days…” the voice continued, obviously in time with a walking stride. Then the voice lapsed into prose and became more of a happy chatter. “Well, we seen Mumps, and Gnoel…we has got lunch and dinner, and probably supper as well…and we had a good walk. Ent that right, Triffid?”

Triffid doesn’t seem to answer. The voice continued, “And today we be going to plant the mosses, and weed ‘em out as well…and Mumps gives us some seeds to plant as wells. We do that today, okays, Triffid?”

The voice came round the corner, appearing from behind a willowy tree. A small, squat figure, covered with a rather tattered square of material tied with a twisted, gnarled root that traps the fabric very effectively. It carries a small grubby pack on its back, and is followed by something that looks like a large, hairy woodlouse – either that or a spiky pillow on legs. Wandering over to the huge, gnarled specimen that stood to the side of a small clearing, the singer rummaged in the depths beneath the tatty cloak and produced something. Carefully inserting it into a crack in the trunk, the little singing figure turned it and slipped through the crack that appeared, followed by the woodlouse. The trunk snapped shut again and the woodland becomes silent.

Review: Wintersong

Wintersong by S  Jae-Jones

WintersongAll her life, Liesl has heard tales of the beautiful, dangerous Goblin King. They’ve enraptured her and inspired her musical compositions. Now eighteen, Liesl feels that her childhood dreams are slipping away. And when her sister is taken by the Goblin King, Liesl has no choice but to journey to the Underground to save her. But with time and the old laws working against her, Liesl must discover who she truly is before her fate is sealed.

This is definitely fantasy. It also covers mythology, fairytale, romance-sliding-into-erotica, and…is music a trope? It should be. It’s got a lot of music in it, despite it being a book of words only.

It’s also beautiful, eerie and unsettling. In many ways it reminds me of Naomi Novik’s Uprooted; certainly if you’ve read that, you’ll love this.

The first half of the book…well, frankly, it’s a twist on Labyrinth (without the weird companions).  Having only recently watched the film, I had a very hard time not picturing David Bowie – with accompanying trouser snake – as the Goblin King! However, it’s also a lovely story; it’s about home, and family, and desires, and choices – and the sacrifices made when you have to choose one thing over another. I love the setting, and Liesl herself is excellently portrayed, as are the characters that surround her in the human world.

And then she steps into the Underground, and the book takes a different path. It’s a story about a young woman finding herself, finding her place, finding her power, finding love…and a story about her helping another find himself. She’s searching for a way out, too, and trying to decide where – and who, what – she wants to be.

It’s lyrical, beautiful, and weird. The entire story is imbued with musical knowledge, and it’s a constant thread running through the words. It’s a tale about myths and life, death, and love. It’s a tale about those left behind by the world, or those who have taken themselves away. It’s about what happens when you get what you want, and get what you wish for. After all, remember the saying, be careful what you wish for

The start is familiar enough to be a pleasure, yet different enough to be captivating. The ending is painfully haunting. And throughout, there is music.

Abusive relationships and friends left behind

I follow the social media of a friend in an abusive relationship, because it’s one of the only links I have left to him. It’s hard when he hasn’t posted for a few weeks, or is really excited about something. I want to connect, I want to reply, I want to check he’s ok. But I know it would only cause trouble, both for him and for me. Even posting this has the potential to get me in trouble; it’s a fine line to walk, but it’s a situation that bugs me and this blog is for my personal thoughts – so hey, what the hell. This is what I think.

Being in an abusive relationship sucks, and watching from the sidelines also sucks.

We can’t reach out. He thinks the world hates him, and he believes that no one wants to be friends with him. Despite words, emails, gestures…there is only so much you can do against someone who really doesn’t want to believe, and has been systematically cut off from anyone who could show him a different view.
But the relationship isn’t everything. We want him to do better in his love life, yes, but it doesn’t meant that’s the be-all and end-all. We revel in his every moment of happiness and small victory. We root for him when he struggles. We enjoy the moments of life that he shares with the world. He’s building a life for himself and building himself up, which is brilliant; I wish we could share in that, but it’s fantastic to see it happening even at a distance.
I wish I could do more. I wish he’d believe that people like him, share his interests, want to know him. But…
Well. What happened, happened, and it’s as much his choice to be where he is as it is ours to remove ourselves from a situation that was made harder by our presence. He’s not in any serious danger; it’s mild emotional abuse from someone who genuinely intends no harm, but doesn’t see how often they cause it. It sucks for us to not be able to contact someone, even as an acquaintance or just to check on them, without it opening a can of worms. But that’s the path he’s treading, and it’s better that we’re not causing problems for him by trying to stay in contact. All we can do is be ready to offer support as and when it’s right to do so again.
We’re still here. We haven’t forgotten you. We don’t hate you. If you choose another path, we’ll offer whatever support we can to make you realise that you are worth so much more than you think you are.
We’re here, whenever you want to reach out. We’ll answer.

Writing to read: Tombtown

tombtown coverRee is a teenage denizen of Tombtown, an underground necropolis of misfits and dark wizards with only one rule: do not disturb the dead. Her days are spent dodging undead and tending the necromancer’s archives, but though she keeps the books in order, she feels out of place herself.

When Ree rescues historian Chandrian Smythe from the clutches of the wandering dead, she believes she’s found a kindred spirit; a fellow scholar to help her explore and document the city of the dead. But Ree must master her ambition and learn to choose between what she loves and what is right, or she and Smythe might both be consumed by the black magic of long-dead kings.

Even necromancers fall in love …

Seriously, read this. It’s on Wattpad and done in installments so it’s only ten chapters in so far, but I LOVE IT. It’s Larry. Larry is just my favourite. You need to read it just for the wandering zombie who affectionately tries to chew on everyone…

Vicorva was writing it during NaNo, and I loved the idea then – so I’m really excited to get the chance to actually read it! It’s Mon-Weds-Fri updates too, so something to keep your week going!