I have some very exciting news this week. My novel has found a home! Those
nice people at Corvus Press UK (http://corvuspress.blogspot.co.uk/) have asked
to publish my steampunk, other worldly detective story that has more than a
twist of time travel to it. I am to say the least elated.
I began writing The Jowler about three years ago. I had recently read an anthology of steampunk short
stories and thought, rather arrogantly, I can do that. What attracted me to the
whole steampunk genre was that it would allow me to use my engineering
background. Yes, I know it’s hard to imagine but I began my working life as a
spotty faced apprentice fitter/turner in those long ago days when Albion
produced things. And I thought that this experience would give me a unique
angle on steampunk.
Actually what it gave me was the two main characters and the lead in to
the sequel. The Jowler is set in
Frome, a town I used to live in; I spent much time ensuring that the layout of
my Frome works on our world, and had long wanted to incorporate the carnival tradition
of the south-west in to a work of fiction.
So there it is The Jowler will now see the light of day. More news to follow.
I thought this week I would end with the title poem from my first
collection of poetry.
BURNING MUSIC
As kindling for our
endeavour,
We broke up one hit
wonder after another.
Blew on the music
until it caught,
Wanting to burn
everything ever heard.
It was difficult to
fit the first symphony on,
But as Wagner caught
we knew it would last.
We threw some Chopin
on to the blaze,
One man joked It’s
quicker to burn them than to listen to them.
I warm my hands on a
Thelonius Monk solo,
Black flames angular
to the fire,
We worked steadily through the night.
As the birds woke,
As we prodded the
embers of the last Bach,
The world was silent.
We used to have a set of those magnetic words that you can make poems
out of, on the front of the fridge and my daughter had sequenced the words cooking
music. The poem was a result of me thinking about that sequence.
Here is the first poem I wrote for her:
blind divers kick
in the womb wet dark
no eye can catch
this streamlined arc
Have a good week.
How exciting. This is one of the few genres I've never read so perhaps your book would be a good place to start. Loving your poem by the way, your mention of magnetic letters makes me feel all nostalgic.
ReplyDeleteThank you. There are many genres I have not read, perhaps The Jowler would be a good place to start!
ReplyDeleteOh well done - that's brilliant news!
ReplyDeleteIt is really awesome to hear The Jowler is being published. :)
ReplyDeleteInteresting poems! The first reminds me of a musical version of Fahrenheit 451.
Yay! Congrats on finding a home for your book. Wishing you the best of luck.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on Corvus publish your book, it sounds amazing and thank you for the lovely comment. I hadn't made jewellery for a while and it was really good fun to do it again. xxx
ReplyDeleteThat is such good news and I look forward to seeing it and sniffing the odd oily rag. (Full focus on grand projet here. Be in touch soon)
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