Sunday, 22 June 2014

A Poem a Day (57): She steps in time

Ahhh, I got a shock today when I realised it has been a month almost since I last wrote something. I've been working full-time this year, and coming home from work and flopping in front of the TV, feeling like an extra from Dawn of the Dead. Ah, this must end, and I must start switching off the TV and writing. So, sending you all inspirational bits and bobs, and bobbettes, and thoughts of creativity... switch off the TV and switch on to your hobby and passion in life, whatever that may be. Here's a poem I just wrote.

She steps in time

She steps out in time
To a summer rhyme
Spilling silken sounds
Forever kept at bay

Little secret smiles
Spiky dances of a child
Like a spinning top
These things beguile

Walking brisk in time
To the Showman’s whip
Obedient, we never slip
Or cause the slightest rift

Hear the sinking swim
The glowing neon drips
Bending curves of light
Glittering in my sight

In wrapt delight, I bathe
Beneath this August sun ­-
I’m wishing on the wings
Of an arching blackbird

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 22, 2014


Wednesday, 28 May 2014

#WW Wow Wednesday: Sherrill Willis

Hi guys and girls! Yep, it's that day of the week again. Welcome to WOW Wednesday
My guest today is Sherrill Willis, author of Ruby Lake
Read on to find out more about Sherrill and her writing...



All about Sherrill

I am the author of Ruby Lake, A Wedding in Ruby Lake and Stay a While in Ruby Lake. I started reading when I was three and my parents encouraged me to start writing soon after. I wrote my first poem at age five (about a tree, I believe) and this has been my passion for my entire life. Writing is what keeps me sane and, hopefully, connects me to others. I’ve always felt we are all connected, whether through experiences, blood or community. With my writing, my ultimate hope is to transcend barriers and reach out to those I might otherwise never meet (being able to afford all the cheese I want is on my list of wants as well).

I’m always writing in my head. There are days I don’t get a word done on the manuscript and other days it just flows like a winding river, picking up its own pace as I keep writing. No matter what your passion is do it. Don't listen to the critics and naysayers – believe in , despite what others say you cannot do. Truly, the best revenge isn’t just living well; sometimes it’s also being able to smile triumphantly at those who tried to hold you back.

All about Ruby Lake

Sydney Myers has been through several failed relationships in the past year, in addition to several other traumas, and is now giving up on finding her knight in dented armour. When her boss sends her to Ruby Lake - a small, rural town in northern Wisconsin - the last thing she is looking for is love at first sight, not to mention a place in the world where she finally fits in. Add her city-savvy best friend, a jealous ex-girlfriend, a famous father and a coffee shop of off-the wall characters, and it becomes more challenging for Sydney to manage than a spinning-plate competition.

When disaster strikes close to home, Sydney is left with the unbearable choice of her family or the life she has always dreamed of. Come with Sydney on her journey, and laugh, cry and rediscover why some choices are not really choices at all - they are simply fate.

Excerpt:

“Really? What were you doing about twenty minutes ago? And don’t tell me you were thinking; I know what your ‘thinking’ face is. Besides, we’re leaving Saturday, and we are staying at the hotel until then, so it’s not like I am going to get a chance at him anyway. I was just commenting on how cute he is.” Illana folded her arms over her chest and stuck her chin out at Sydney. “At least I’m honest about it, unlike some people.”

“What do you want me to say?” Sydney threw her arms up in frustration. “Yes, I think Zeke is hot, like burn-me-at-the-stake kind of hot. The man brought me a perfect cup of coffee while I was sleeping. Who does that? I almost spilled my coffee this afternoon when Betty told me he called her to find out how I like my coffee. So, yeah, I want him. How could I not? I mean, the only thing that would make him sexier is a gold-hoop earring! My heart does jumping jacks whenever he walks into the room.” At Illana’s wide-eyed look, Sydney said, “And he’s standing right behind me, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, but don’t stop now, especially if you’re going to do jumping jacks,” Zeke said, leaning against the door jam and wearing a very satisfied grin.

Links


 Sherrill's dream cast

Sydney Myers (Greyson)
Jennifer Lawrence. She’s adorable and so is Syd – she would pull off the klutzy, but loveable character to a T!
Zeke Greyson
Chris Hemsworth, because I’m a dreamer and want to hear him say, “I’m so glad I get to keep her.”
Illana Garet (Greyson)
Oh man, Selma Hayek – a younger version with less of an accent. I’d love to hear her say, “I never date men prettier than I am.”
Alex Greyson 
Bradley Cooper, but he’d have to dye his hair brown – oh, but those eyes are ALL Alex!


Thanks for reading!
Look out for next week's guest!

Tuesday, 20 May 2014

Finalist in the Indie Excellence Awards 2014! Yay!!

I'm so excited today and super chuffed. My horror novel, I Dream of Zombies was a finalist today in the National Indie Excellence Book Awards. Last year, my children's book, Kiwi and the Serpent of the Isle, made it. I went to work today on cloud nine. It's so great when someone turns around and tells you your book isn't rubbish!

A big thank you to my beta readers, Penny, Stewart and Ally for their constructive advice on this book. Beta readers are invaluable, as I discovered when I got to my 13th book. If only I'd realised earlier!! :))

Happy Tuesday folks! Hope all is well and dandy in your neck of the woods. Apologies as I've written absolutely nothing for weeks. I have a full-time job and have been socialising more!! Yep, that's my excuse! I'm also working on book 2 to I Dream of Zombies and hope to publish it this weekend. Some time. Fingers crossed! xx


Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Win one of my books in the Fairy Tale Fortnight Hop


Hi!!! Happy Tuesday to you and boo to the Tube strike, although I sympathise with the cause...

Big thanks to The Book Rat for hosting me today as part of the Fairy Tale Fortnight Hop (April 20 - May 3).

There were some fun questions for me to answer and I wrote a new ending for a story that made me bawl as a kid - which story made you cry buckets? You'll have to hop to the blog below to find out mine.


There's a competition too where you can win a paperback copy of The Sea Inside fantasy (2 runners-up will win ebooks). Awesome 3 Bears furry thanks to Misty for organising this :)

This is my post - http://www.thebookrat.com/2014/04/interview-giveaway-with-vickie.html

Check out her blog for the rest of the hop. Tour schedule: http://www.thebookrat.com/2014/04/fairy-tale-fortnight-welcome-schedule.html

Hope you enjoy and find some cool new authors. :)

Cheers! Happy reading and writing :) 

Sunday, 27 April 2014

A Poem a Day (56): The house



This one is for Leland Hermit, who writes books starring dogs. 
His novels are great and include Angelo's Journey, which I reviewed (see the review page). 
Anyway, I asked him for a pic or a word prompt and this is what he came up with. 
Here is his photo (of his doggie, of course) and here is the poem I wrote for it.
Happy Sunday to you :)



The house

In the distance it endures
Still as the aching breeze
Shaded by the magnificence 
Of the towering mountainside

He takes but one hesitant step
Then stops to sniff this chill air
As the dawn sun strokes his fur
Filling his eyes with gold specks

As he pants, his mood lightens
For there lies the end of the road
The haven forever calling him
To follow safely its distant echo

A wooden house in hues of blue 
Twisting smoke from a single chimney
Where the man will always reside
Ever awaiting his dear friend’s return

copyright Vickie Johnstone


Saturday, 26 April 2014

A Poem a Day (55): Dreamscape

This one's for Leland Hermit, who just told me to "pick up that PENtameter and write" when I said I wasn't feeling lyrical. So, here's the first thing that sprung to mind - some 10-minute free verse. What's it about? It's up to you :) Happy Saturday! May it be treating you well. Happy bunnies and all that.


Dreamscape

It twists
Where morning rises
Watching, barefoot
In the mind’s eye glaring
Between close spaces
A twitch
A sigh
A burrowing down deep
Where the raven cries
A sharp shrill
Breaking silence
So sad it ceases to sigh

Fulfilled anew it dances
In the shallow light of eyes
Twisting
Unable to break
Beneath the moon’s rinse -
A pure silvery light
Unshaded by the night sky
So soon to distil itself
Into a dreamscape
Snaking round sleeping souls
They drift

In drifting they wake the world
To rebegin again
In the echo of their dreams
Such a muse despairs
No longer
Twisting, it aches
It breaks to breathe anew
Where past patterns fixed

The raven takes flight
His heavy wings pumping air
Like a swimmer’s limbs
The somnambulant express
He tips, soaring
Way above the sleeping heads
And floating dreams, soundless
Snaking
It twists,
Forever twisting.

copyright Vickie Johnstone