Meet Jack Hobbs…

Jack Hobbs

Jack Hobbs may be in service at Darkwood’s side, but he is her most trusted confidant, ally and companion. It is a position earned through his unwavering loyalty when faced with the shadowy, frightening and dangerous otherworld Darkwood skirts in her determined pursuit of justice and truth. Short, and slight, what he lacks in physicality he makes up for with scrappiness and a well swung cosh, and his extensive knowledge of London’s warren of lanes and alleys and their seamy life. Yet it is his openness, his acceptance of what others might dismiss or reject in Darkwood’s strange encounters, the way he speaks his mind, and his mischievous humour which Darkwood values the most in his company. These things prevent Hobbs from ever being ‘just’ a servant and maintains him always as a cherished companion.

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Meet Emily Darkwood…

Emily Darkwood

Emily Darkwood is the embodiment of an age where the new world questions the old, and which idealises new philosophies, philanthropy and self-determination. Yet she is conscious of only being able to do so from the luxury of her privileged position in society—and also the caveats and limitations the same society places upon her. With strong aspirations and a fierce defence of equality and justice, she is often at odds with the circles she moves within. Her warm personality and wit softens most, and her bullishness and startlingly quick intellect bewilders the rest, but she can be troubled by the knowledge that her character and the way she determines to live her life can make her an outsider, and could well be a barrier to her personal happiness. It is in those times she is emboldened by the memory of parents.

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Reflecting on April (2017)… Resizing the past and formatting for the future…

BEHIND THE WRITING DESK_optIt’s been a couple of years since I have done any serious writing. That disappoints me so much. However, studies are over with and I have my life back. That study and work period reinforced that time is precious, and so I headed back into writing wanting to streamline what writing involves for me. That is cutting down the amount of writing related work that isn’t actually writing. April saw the website get a little spruce up, courtesy of my other half. ‘The Darkwood Mysteries’ is no longer a separate website, but a page on my author site, and soon I will stop using the social media accounts for this series and my self-help title ‘Get Over It’. That way I can just focus on one social media account as me, sharing whatever I find interesting, from writing, weirdness through to geek, to Victorian history and to self-help. Eclectic as I am. One of the last tasks before I get back down to writing was to reformat ‘Get Over It’… Formatting. What fun. I have learnt that images can be resized in a few ways, which, if you’re a novice self-publisher like me, you might find useful to know.

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Reflecting on August 2015… Haunting Mistakes & Editing Hell…

Editing & FormattingAugust has not been the most satisfying writing month 😦 Firstly… I’ve been waiting for a review of the new and improved ‘Ivory’; keen to see what people other than me and my editor think of it. Then one turned up… 3 star. Not too shabby.

Then I read the review. Unfortunately it’s a review of the original version of the book. Not only that, it’s the same review I received 3 years ago on Goodreads. Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s a good review of what was a sub par novel. It’s nicely balanced, constructive and kind (unlike some reviewers!). I was grateful for the review on Goodreads as it was this exact review that made me realise I was too close to my material to recognise really stupid mistakes. And I mean REALLY stupid mistakes. It was the review that made me pull all my work and set me upon getting it professionally edited. So, I’m quite gutted that this is the first bit of feedback I got for the new and–hopefully–improved ‘Ivory’, and that ‘Ivory’ is now haunted by it’s past. Appropriate, I guess, considering Ivory haunts the people who encounter her, but that’s the kind of twisted irony I could do without.

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