Home of author Laura Kendrick's short fiction
You walk along the dark corridor, the only light that isn't from your torch filters through the factory windows in fractured patterns. Moonlight. It took you so damn long to find the place that the sun started to set just as you entered the tired iron gates. Underfoot are crisp wrappers from candy long abandoned, … Continue reading The Factory
"Well then-" She's still talking. Still. Talking. Her mouth is moving and sound is coming out but I stop listening around the time she says the word email. About the time I start thinking about an axe buried down the parting line of her hair. About the time I start seeing the wild stupid look … Continue reading Flash Fiction – The Killer
Unlike others in her predicament, when she was ashes she would most certainly rise again. The pain was dull. Nothing she couldn't handle. Nothing she hadn't had before. Nothing compared to what the others felt. Innocent of crimes no more heinous than owning a womb. The Watchers could pay with nightmares she would give them. … Continue reading Flash Fiction; What A Lovely Way To Burn
"Moonlight." Cadance watched as Tembe lifted her arms towards the grey, almost white mass in the sky. The clouds had shifted, the view clear, the stars a glittering assemblage around it.
Every rookie creating an OC makes a Mary Sue first, it's the first hill you have to drag yourself over on the way to creating good solid characters and I was no different.
One, two, three punches to the stomach and slam straight into a brick wall that crumbled behind Mysteroso’s head. At last she had him, pinned against the wall life slowly being choked from him. Slender fingers turning white with the pressure as they crushed windpipe, nerves and muscle together.....
Now before you click away this isn't going to be some post about how I don't give a shit, nor is it going to be me sobbing and looking for validation. No this post is going to be about how I learned to measure my response to disappointing reviews and ratings. Spoiler alert; the answer is experience and time.
It's a truth, universally acknowledged that a first draft will be terrible. Even with world building, character development and solid voices in your head. First drafts are inevitably terrible and mine are no different. If anything mine are worse than average because the book plays like a movie in my head and movies use a very visual language to tell their stories. A lingering look between two characters in a movie can convey some strong emotions, in writing you have to use your words and I'm not going to lie that shit is hard. I'm much more visual, but lets face it, making movies - especially the ones we see in our heads is expensive and also (I imagine), like the Trad Pub world probably very hard to get a foot in the door. Writing your own book, being it's master and independently publishing it for people to read is, well, it's easier, it's cheaper and it's a release. Sending your idea out into the world rather than simply letting it build up in your head.
You’re sure you’re just going mad, that’s what it must be. Madness.
George, By the time you read this I’ll probably be gone. I’ve been compromised.
Laura Kendrick 