Well, I figure I might as well continue this agent hunting talk.

So, I might as well confess; it has taken me a long time to have enough confidence to approach agents. On a personal level, well, I wasn’t the most confident of people, often described as shy or timid, it seemed like getting the confidence to approach an agent was something that might never happen.

Well, then something changed you say, yes it did, or to be specific, I did. I slowly have grown in confidence, enough at least to start agent hunting. Yes that valiant quest that occupies my mind.

It took a lot of time, and patience with myself to grow and nurture my writing and myself. The thing is, I have never ever doubted my stories. The doubt has never been placed in the stories. When I speak shyly about them, my doubt is placed in myself.

There is less doubt now, because well, if I can love these stories, and these stories came from me, they are worthy, and by extension I am worthy enough to present them and share them and expose them to the world enough. So now I am trying to do my best, for them, for the every secret and their every passion that ignited my own.

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Well, I finally decided to take the leap and hunt for the next step. That is to say, if it were a step, it feels more like a giant leap into the unknown. It all feels suddenly so very real and intimidating, and all I can do now is hope for the best.

Each agent has a list of requirements for how your work should arrive, how it should look and what you should have included. Something as simple as a regular cover letter suddenly seems like a mountain, and a CV?

How do you write your writer’s CV? A genuine question, I have no answer, all I could think of doing was to hopefully show some of my own personality in that brief one page here I am this is who I am.

To be honest, the most important part of all of this is the writing of the story itself, no wait, the most important part is the story. It is the story that brought you to this point, not your own ambition or pursuit of some long awaited destiny.

The story is the most important thing, its something you believe in and when you are finally, truly ready to share it that’s when it gets really scary.

I imagine it’s the same sort of anxiety of raising a child and hoping you did your job well enough that it can go on to do great amazing things beyond what you could ever have dreamed for it.

And now in no man’s land, I watch and wait and hope my story is a damn good fighter without me.

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Its here!!!! ITS FINALLY HERE!!!

 

The final instalment of the Coryburn Girls is here! I am so excited and sad all at the same time, it’s the final time I will be announcing with excitement the release of another Coryburn book! But that is ok, because there will be more to come. More blogs, more stories more whinging about having to edit because I am planning a release of something totally different to what I have done before. Something that took me right out of my comfort zone and made me really embarrass myself; blush at the totally different side to writing that I hadn’t experienced before.

But I shouldn’t be talking about that, no I am talking about the Coryburn Girls… well they really got themselves in a jam in this one, and even I don’t know what happens once we turn the last page, its totally for you to decide what is going to happen next what happens afterwards? I want you to dream it and imagine it; I want you to see a world beyond the stories, where does everyone go? What does everyone do?

Sneak peak of the first two chapters of Coryburn Girls- Devil Take the Hindmost

 

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Chapter One

 

It was but a day and night that had passed by, time trickling like sand in a timer. Dusk was returning to the town that had been so eerily quiet for most of the day. Kayetelynn and Annabella had been laid slumped against the walls of their bedroom, unmoving and unconscious. In the middle of the room, a heavy wooden box with the most curious carvings, sat playing host to the gloriously impressive, blood diamond that had been stolen, many times over history and twice by the two girls rendered motionless.

Chrystyne and Eustace each sat patiently on their daughter’s beds. Waiting, watching Kayetelynn and Annabella slowly begin to rise, lifting the fog from the haze of unconsciousness. Aching and confused the girls struggled to find their bearings in the dim room.

Eustace was the first to speak; he was cool, calm and calculated, his voice trickled slowly as he spoke; “What did you do?”

The internal cringe, the knowing there was no way to hide this mistake or make it a secret.

Kayetelynn was unsure, she shrugged before she pulled herself unsteadily to her feet, the once blood soaked bandage fell from her hand, landing on the floor crumpled, stark bright white against the opulent rug at her feet. Annabella swallowed slowly staring at the unravelling bandage, pulling it away gently, to reveal scarred palms and fingertips. Her eyes drifted through her foggy memory back to the box.

Staring at the diamond and box as though somehow she could accuse it of this strange feeling that was sweeping over her in her consciousness; Annabella felt strong, much stronger than she had ever felt before. Her parents could see the scars, it was then that their parents truly began to understand, a cold panic swept them. Even their usual pale features seemed to some how become a brilliant white. Both Chrystyne and Eustace ran from the room in a panic running to the basement that had remained locked for years. Unsure of what to do Kayetelynn and Annabella ran after their parents.

Down in the dusty basement Annabella and Kayetelynn stared curiously at their parents sighing relieved in front of a mirror. The mirror, heavy, ornate and beautiful, showed only the image of the room, and not the four breathless occupants ignoring the piles and layers of dust that swept across the room.

In one swift motion Chrystyne’s hand came down on Annabella’s cheek; reprimanding her for putting them all at risk. Bewildered Annabella and Kayetelynn were directed back to their room rather aggressively. The relief had left Chrystyne as soon as a reality had settled back in.

Chrystyne lifted the diamond from the box. Finally ready to explain. “This, this saved our bloodline, by stealing your own blood.” Kayetelynn and Annabella looked on bemused. Eustace grumbled, adjusting himself before he began to speak. “The blood diamond absorbed your blood, did it not? I asked a question.” Kayetelynn nodded, he continued, “The box is but an old Nosferatu legend. It is believed to be a destroyer and a maker of our very existence. By taking your blood, it saved our most direct bloodlines, now the purest of the pure. But in preserving ours, it has destroyed many others. Half fangs, they are now what they once were, it will have undone them. And we are in danger.”

 

Chapter Two

 

Their father seemed weaker, like he had the weight of the world upon him, now wrapped in a shroud of concern and worry.

“If as you say, that the stone has undone them, am I wrong in presuming they survive?”

“There will be a tide of hell unleashed, desperate hell. Annabella what have you done?”

Annabella struggled to reply, unsure of how they knew that this had all been down to her, like somehow this had all been intentional, “I only did as the dream dictated.”

This did noting to sooth her parents. “Tonight we must leave here. Tonight you will go to London and us to the boarder just as we planned.” Eustace left the room to summon the coachmen and carriages. In haste he loaded their luggage to leave ahead of the girls.

“You will meet the luggage in London, and you will need this.” He handed Annabella a sealed envelope. “These instructions will help you when we cannot.” His last words sounded uncharacteristic of his normal manner, they were heavy and sorrowful. Perhaps more that he was forced to bid farewell too soon; in conditions that he would in time break his heart, as though he knew the fates before them. The myths that had been created to the legends of the stone and box, in old stories that had been passed to generations as bed time tales.

“There will be a fall out; there will be a time that half fangs will know no other way. Their very existence as it had been all these years has become them, their last shred of identity in our existence; they will be unwilling to go back to what they once were. Mortal lives will pain them. Be wary of their clumsy pursuits.”

Kayetelynn nodded and hugged Chrystyne, “for the dead, we travel fast, my dears be at speed.”

Kayetelynn and Annabella said one last goodbye before setting themselves into a carriage made of the darkest wood and most decadent of fabrics. They sat restless as the wheels began to creak and bounce at speed against the old cobble stone roads.