The website for young adult author Kate Larkindale. A place for her musings on writing, publishing and a day job in the arts sector.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Oscars Roundup
Sunday, February 27, 2011
On critiquing
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Relief...
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Stocktaking
Monday, February 21, 2011
Life changing literature
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Animal Behavior
Friday, February 18, 2011
A Heartfelt Thank You
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Discouragement and lessons learned
Monday, February 14, 2011
Almost halfway...
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Welcome!
Friday, February 11, 2011
#RANDOMfest Blogfest
There is no word for what I am now. When my husband died-suddenly at thirty-six- I became a widow. When my parents died - a car wreck when I was sixteen - my brother and I became orphans. There is no word for a mother who loses her child. Is this because losing a child is so wrong, so against the forces of nature? Or because no single word can adequately express the anguish of such a loss?
When I re-read it, I realized what it was: it's the opening of the novel that by a long and convoluted process became Chasing the Tail Lights.
You see, when I originally came up with the characters, this was going to be an adult novel. It dealt with abortion and divorce and gay marriage and a number of other things. Lucy was 34 and Tony was 38. I wrote the snippet above as a beginning and then sat back to think about the book. While I did this, a lot of plot came to me, but I kept getting back to why Tony and Lucy were so close. And when I came up with that backstory, it became so interesting and so involved, I knew I needed to write it as its own novel. And Tail Lights was born....
And here's my second random snippet. This one was found under obsession.doc.
Obsession. The very word leaves the taste of darkness on the tongue. Ob-sess-ion: a word that is all black velvet, red wine and starry skies. The hissing of a viper, poised to strike, poison skewering the heart. To obsess is to be in the throes of madness. Not always a bad thing, of course, but it is unusual for any obsession to end with trumpets and roses. And certainly not mine.
This one was in fact the beginning of my story, Fireworks. I cut it out in the end because it weighted the story in a way that I didn't want it to be weighted. But I like it, and kept it in case I had another story in which I could use it. So far, I haven't. But maybe someday...