I'm house and dog sitting in the country again. I've been here over three weeks now and am enjoying every minute of it.
I chose to live by the sea when I retired because I have always loved the seaside. There is something heart-shakingly beautiful about white capped waves crashing onto the beach in stormy weather. On peaceful days I enjoy strolling along and watching the waves shimmer and glisten in the rays of the sun. And when it is pouring rain outside, I don't feel guilty curling up with a book because I know that at the first opportunity I'll be back out there enjoying it all. Just now the first boats are back at the quays ready for the long summer days ahead.
Here in the country, when I look out the front door across the valley I am awed by the mountain range. I watch them for signs that the weather is going to change, something I learned in my childhood. They make me feel as if I belong while at the same time I am daunted by the idea that they have been there since time immemorial.
There is something unapproachable and mysterious about mountains, I always think. That is why I set my first murder mystery in a (fictitious) mountain village. Death in a Lonely Place is basically a detective story. I have not included gory details, instead I have challenged the reader to find out who the perpetrator is. The story takes places under the shadow of Ardnabrone mountain with its legend of claiming three lives a year and the main character, Sergeant Alan Murray, has problems of his own.
I am currently writing the next novel in the series and it occurred to me the other day that I find it easier to write here in the country with that mountain range in the background. Maybe it is just the peace and quiet of the country, the lack of distraction. Whatever the reason, the words just flow every morning. Sure, this is the first draft and I am going to have to cut and pull and smooth out the story before it is ready for publication. But that's the fun of writing. Which reminds me, I must get started!
I write novels under the names Peggie Biessmann, P.B. Barry (crime) and Peggy O'Mahony (romance)
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Friday, 17 April 2015
Friday, 18 July 2014
Writing is fun
I feel a bit like a secret agent. I've just uploaded my third novel to Amazon under yet another pen name, Death in a Lonely Place by P.B. Barry.
The reason I am doing this is because it is a crime novel and my last book Love at a Later Date is a romance, so I don't want to get people confused.
The idea for Death in a Lonely Place came to me nearly ten years ago while touring the Ring of Kerry. The landscape is so wildly beautiful down there that I wanted to capture some of the feel of it. I then combinded this idea with a legend about the river Blackwater which is reputed to claim three lives a year (although few people have heard of this). I simply transferred this myth to a total fictional mountain in Co. Kerry and the idea for Death in a Lonely Place was up and running. Not quite. It took a lot of writing, editing and tweaking before I was at all satisfied with it. It is not a police procedural although I had debated making it into one but I know far too little about the workings of any police force to even try. I do envy authors who thank all those high ranking individuals with fascinating titles for their assistance. I'm afraid I don't know anyone to ask (said she wistfully) not even a traffic cop.
Someone asked me the other day with raised eyebrows why I write. She really meant why I waste my time writing but it's a reasonable question since I am neither rich nor famous and never likely to be. The answer is that I have no idea. These people trample about in my brain and become as real as a wet Monday or whatever, but real anyway as soon as I put down their story on paper. Sometimes I have to alter their destinies, their characters and adventures but that's the fun of the game. I love it all. Of course there are days when my brain refuses to work, when everything I write seems dull and stupid. But there are those wonderful days when the words flow. Agatha Christie once wrote in the preface for one of her novels (I think it was Endless Night) that she'd had a lot of fun writing it and wondered if readers could tell this - and she said that a lot of what she wrote was hard work. What a comfort to know that such a prolific author had her struggles, too.
Be all that as it may, I hope some of my readers will take the time to check out my latest baby, here is the link if you are interested. Death in a Lonely Place
Have a good week everyone.
The reason I am doing this is because it is a crime novel and my last book Love at a Later Date is a romance, so I don't want to get people confused.
The idea for Death in a Lonely Place came to me nearly ten years ago while touring the Ring of Kerry. The landscape is so wildly beautiful down there that I wanted to capture some of the feel of it. I then combinded this idea with a legend about the river Blackwater which is reputed to claim three lives a year (although few people have heard of this). I simply transferred this myth to a total fictional mountain in Co. Kerry and the idea for Death in a Lonely Place was up and running. Not quite. It took a lot of writing, editing and tweaking before I was at all satisfied with it. It is not a police procedural although I had debated making it into one but I know far too little about the workings of any police force to even try. I do envy authors who thank all those high ranking individuals with fascinating titles for their assistance. I'm afraid I don't know anyone to ask (said she wistfully) not even a traffic cop.
Someone asked me the other day with raised eyebrows why I write. She really meant why I waste my time writing but it's a reasonable question since I am neither rich nor famous and never likely to be. The answer is that I have no idea. These people trample about in my brain and become as real as a wet Monday or whatever, but real anyway as soon as I put down their story on paper. Sometimes I have to alter their destinies, their characters and adventures but that's the fun of the game. I love it all. Of course there are days when my brain refuses to work, when everything I write seems dull and stupid. But there are those wonderful days when the words flow. Agatha Christie once wrote in the preface for one of her novels (I think it was Endless Night) that she'd had a lot of fun writing it and wondered if readers could tell this - and she said that a lot of what she wrote was hard work. What a comfort to know that such a prolific author had her struggles, too.
Be all that as it may, I hope some of my readers will take the time to check out my latest baby, here is the link if you are interested. Death in a Lonely Place
Have a good week everyone.
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