28 minds, wordsmiths all, sat in a room detailing their journeys, their struggles, and amidst all these creative minds little old me. 

A cornucopia of imagination, and in their midst the interloping eater of fish finger sandwiches. 

I sat listening, absorbing, cogitating and generally pondering my place, my right to sit at the same table. 

I’m not a playwright, thespian, or published writer of any description, my only claim to comparative fame is that I occasionally read the Guardian newspaper… 

But, let us not imagine it was an unwelcome gathering, it wasn’t. 

The energy of imagination is contagious, the (near) peer exchanges invaluable. 

Folk writing books about walking tours around London, a very helpful contributor writing about the physical and spiritual aspect of pilgrimage. 

Eclectic, definitely!

What did I learn?

What was my main take-away?

Belief. 

Belief is all. 

Seek and accept feedback, relish it, bathe in the review of your work, but no matter how critical or supportive, remember that it is YOUR work and yours alone.

So, if necessary adjust, but never retreat, never stop.

Type away, tell your own tall tale, because if you don’t no one else will.

Thank you, London you were inspiring. 

 

 

It had to happen, and indeed it has. 

We’ve achieved our first bloodbath. 

The body count has just rang to the tune of six.

The pressure that was building, it’s now been released, and in doing so Amy has removed some very bad people from circulation.

So far we’ve had some near misses, some nasty  violent incidents, but today we’ve encountered out first release of Badb and the flapping of the carrion crows. 

Now six bodies lie where once they breathed walked and talked, but let us not weep for these who we have now killed. 

Rest assured they were indeed very bad people, who in the context of the story suffered their just deserts – do not mourn for their passing, it’s not needed.

Amy is in Gotham (New York) seeking to rescue Trua, trying to find a tiny pregnant fairy in a seething city of people, and buildings that reach up to the sky. 

Let us not assume that our pregnant woman is merely a passive victim unable or incapable at directing their own future – because she isn’t a mere sideshow curiosity.

Trua is also a strong (tiny) woman in command of her own destiny, as too is Charlotte

Of Charlotte more is to follow…

So, we’ve exorcised a particular demon, became as Lady Macbeth in a blood splattered hallway – the wallpaper forever ruined – and now we move on.

More will follow, more deaths, as sure as day follows night, we will shoot, stab, chop and use whatever means we have at our disposal to terminate with extreme prejudice some more very bad people and their enablers.

The Amy Grace Adventures Volume 3 Gotham are progressing nicely, thank you very much for asking.