View Larger Got my signed copy of Michael Grant’s BZRK at Waterstones Piccadilly last nigh kindly accompanied by the Boyf!!!
He gave a marvellous talk on his work and his process and whatnot. Was very interesting.
When it finally came to the actual signing I got to nervous to make words and stuff so definitely ended up looking like a bit of a twat!
Oh well! :)
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Perfect boyf gave me some great notes for my book over the last couple of days. He’s far too awesome for words. The very fact that he wants to read it is marvellous, but to give me pointers and help me out is just next level amazing boyfriendness!!
He believes in me and wants me to succeed.
His faith gives me wings.
“It had been twenty-seven years, four months and three days since Judoc Vance had set foot outside. He awoke each day, dressed himself in the same shirt and bowtie and trousers and shoes and sat in the red armchair by the door, staring out the window, a hand clasped around a gold and green pocket watch. He was waiting for the lightning.”
…I’m so vain…I definitely think this song is about me…
You came in so quietly, but you left like a hurricane.
Light. Is that what it’s called? L-I-G-H-T.
I…I…squint? It’s bright…unorganic…man…u…fac…tured.
Correct. Isn’t it? Blast.
A sound penetrates the…shell I’m trapped in.
A knocking. A tapping. A hiss.
What am I doing here?
What am I doing?
What am I?
Am I…alive?
Light again. I’m sure that’s it. L-I-G-H-T.
Bright…er…Powerful…er, no…stronger.
Yes, that’s it.
More sound. A rustling. A…voice? Yes, a voice.
Someone else. Another me?
No. They move…free…ly…unhindered…humans.
(It’s unfinished and it’s the perspective of an android.)
Writing is rewriting. Even after you’ve gotten an agent and an editor, you’ll have to rewrite. If you fall in love with the vision you want of your work and not your words, the rewriting will become easier.
— Nora DeLoach (via writingadvice)
By the way, YOU SHOULD BE WRITING TOO.
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Time stood still for Kaylie Swann.
Just for a second the harsh winter wind stopped battering her face, flinging her hair this way and that. Just for a second she felt more peaceful than she had in a long time.
It’s ridiculous! She told herself, the traffic starting to move once again in the streets below her. Why hasn’t he called? She thought, the urban soundtrack of cars and frustrated pedestrians returning to her mind. He said he would call when he needed us.
It suddenly occurred to her that maybe they weren’t needed anymore. Maybe that was it. She didn’t want to be over so fast.
She slumped down on the cold grass, the blades squeaking a little as she jiggled around to get comfortable. If Rylan was here he would probably just tell her to snap out of it, even Jamie would’ve had something smart to say that would make her feel better! But that was part of the problem, they weren’t here.
Kaylie reached up to her neck and reached into her jumper, slowly pulling out a silvery necklace that glittered in the limited light. The purple accents that had been bright and glowing mere months ago seemed duller somehow, like their hopes of the call were fading like hers.
Maybe Rylan and Jamie were doing the same thing, keeping hold of their pendants just to see if it called for them. Jamie would’ve had his sitting on his desk, the red accents of it trying to distract him from yet another evening of study. Rylan would have tucked it behind his shin-pad whilst playing football. That seemed like something he would do. It would be uncomfortable, but if he got the call it would be worth it.
She looked at the pendant, running her thumb over the lilac jewel in the middle. She would have to accept that he wasn’t going to call. It was a one time thing. She tucked it back into her jumper and pulled her hair back and out of her face.
He’s not gonna call. She told herself, He’s not gonna call.
She sighed, Maybe.
Scott had only just noticed that the disembodied woman’s voice had abruptly stopped talking. There was no noise outside the carriage, in fact, there was no noise inside the carriage. Scott looked over to the tinted windows that ran along the side of the train. People stood frozen on the platform, their eyes not moving, the step they were about to take remaining unfulfilled.
“What have you done?” Scott asked, almost angry at Krancho. “What’s happened to all of these people, are they okay?”
“They are fine, Scott, I have set up a Time Lock around the area.” He began, slowly and calmly, as if Scott hadn’t just raised his voice. “It meant that those who were looking for you would be halted just a little bit longer. I could only give us three minutes because otherwise there would be a rather prominent Time Shift considering the Lock only exists around the New London Bullet Station.”
“Then how do we get out?” Scott said, his eyes fixed on the orange entity that was strapped to Krancho’s wrist. He was sure he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from Krancho himself, just to make sure.
Krancho now acknowledged the oversized wristwatch, putting his arm down on the table giving Scott a better view, a chance for him to truly take in the beauty of it.
“This is a Time Key.” The Chief began, gesturing toward object casually. “It is named so because it unlocks doors through Time depending on the given co-ordinates. It also has direct communication with the Time Travel Keepers base and the head offices at the Time Agency. Various pieces of complex machinery from beyond even your Time Period have been placed into this so that in every Time, the Time Travel Keeper is left unrecognisable. Our outfits, though different to some, will blend in with civilians who don’t know that we’re there.”
Scott watched as the yellow numbers continued to tick down on the green screen, now noticing that the grey ring around the outside had small grooves cut into it at equal intervals.
“The co-ordinates are sent through to you from your head office at the T.T.K,” Krancho continued, “But they can be entered manually. Then you click the green scree and you’re away.”
The numbers on the screen reached zero and the noises around them picked up once more. Scott looked outside as the people began to move again, the disembodied woman’s voice began to sound over the speaker system once more and, the sound of chattering business men and women began to fill the train.
“So this can take us anywhere?” Scott hardly realised that he was whispering, the sheer power that was held within that tiny object gave him a sense of respect for the people who created it. Even in his advanced technological age, they still hadn’t even tried to touch on Time Travel, at least not in this capacity. The first Time Machines were huge in comparison to this object, barely bigger than a wristwatch.
“Absolutely anywhere.” Krancho replied with a smile. “There are rules that govern Time Travel but they…”
Krancho broke off. A scream rang through the train and toward them. Scott jerked upward, turning around to see people in the carriage trying to move out of the way as several burly business men and women began to charge through at full speed.
Scott looked at Krancho for some sort of explanation, but even he seemed to be frozen in fear at what was happening right before their eyes.
“Mr Turner it has to be now or we won’t have a chance to escape.” Krancho said flatly, getting to his feet to join Scott as he looked down the aisle. They were getting closer. Now all the stood between the men and them was several rows of seats and a set of glass doors. “Mr Turner you need to make your decision now!” Krancho shouted over the noise of screaming civilians.
The business men seemed to catch sight of Scott and picked up speed, dashing down the aisle. As they ran at full pelt they knocked people out of the way, chairs flying through the windows of the train, people and all.
“Mr Turner!” Krancho yelled at the top of his lungs as the business men came close.
Scott heard Krancho sigh heavily as he pushed Scott out of the way and raised his left hand toward the business men, an ominous orange glow beginning to form around it. In seconds, Krancho’s hand was glowing brighter than the lights in their carriage, bathing everything around them in orange light.
Before Scott had a chance to react, Krancho had pulled his arm back, the glow even stronger than before, and whipped his arm in the direction of the oncoming stampede. Scott stood up as quick as he could, watching as what appeared to be a bright orange bubble soared towards the charging business men at breakneck speed. Without slowing even a little it broke through the glass doors and clattered into the men, sending them flying back where they came down the train.
Scott’s eyes became wide and smile spread across his face.
“How did you…what did you…?” He couldn’t find the words. “What was that?”
“That is something that I really didn’t want to do.” He seemed to be annoyed, but Scott saw a smile appear on the Chief’s face as he turned to him. “It was a lot of fun though.”
