A pieces from "Fragments"

"I was sat, on my birthday with cockney Steve, and my Pseudo friends being eye balled by David's missus, and feeling very shit about myself.

I thought if it told him, he would feel smug, and happy that I was the dumper, but in the end I was the one who got hurt the most. He had it all now, a family who he loved; how was I to know that wasn't enough?

To my complete surprise he walked towards me and then took me by the hand. Cockney Steve's mouth dropped open. I turned my head and made some little remark, back soon, or don't worry.

He led me outside, it was a fucking freezing night and I didn't have my coat.

I asked him what he was doing, and he said he didn't know.

How quickly a year goes....

We are fast approaching the end of 2009, and I feel a lot of my literary plans have fallen by the wayside of late. I am still hard at the untitled novel - 23,000 words and counting! But plans to finish the first draft by Xmas seem a little unlikely now. Still, this is the furthest I've ever taken a novel, so I intend to stick with it.

On top of the novel I have my purse making enterprise to contemplate too.....I have 4 perfect to sell - but 96 to go before I can consider selling any!

I have had Fragments all ready to go for a year now; but a novella is so hard to sell, and most short story competitions ask for 2,000 or less - not 9,000..... But I honetly believe it's the best work I've ever done. It's honest and gritty, yet deals with the age old problem of relationships and fear. Fear of exploration, fear of the unknown. Anyway, I have in mind a trilogy - Northern Lights would have been ideal, but I think someone's already had that one.... I would post an extract next. If anyone's reading, let me know what you think!