Thursday, 7 March 2013

Hello me,

Two days off and all plans go astray... the dishwasher engineer is due so the morning spent shopping will be postponed. Not really a hardship as I've spent the entire morning so far in bed reading and chatting via the mobile to my eldest. Chores however, are still begging to be done so Ive decided to do them first, then a repair man is due, so after that I'll reward myself with a few hours of typing and working on Tessellation.

Before even that though,  I thought I'd share that I've found a release for my passion for pictures. I'm always clicking away randomly on my camera or my mobile, ask my kids, I have more than a few pictures of them with their hands over their faces because I've taken too many! Anyhoo... Instagram. its great I can take and publish my weird and wonderful pics and see other peoples too!  I'm 'knownasdede' on it, check me out!!

Obviously if I knew how to upload to here from my mobile I would and yes I know there are buttons here to help, but hey its me we're talking about! These I've pulled from my pc, a bit random I know but I love the colours!








Gotta go theres a knock on the door and so my day begins...
Soon!
:)



Friday, 1 March 2013

Hello again me,

So the four day shift went well though the earlies are a killer... but along with the earlies come the opportunity to attend a Zumba class with Alex Henry. Now that is an awesome. Love the music, the ambience and the 'hot and sweaty' feeling at the end of the workout that lets me know I have worked out and yet still feel invigorated. Check him out on Google, Alex Henry, Zumba Zcom. (of course as I assume Im still speaking to myself I'll accept the tiny voices in my head telling me I'm not only preaching to myself but I'm already a convert! ((madness creeping in))) lol WHO SAID THAT!

Now begins a two day off spell which I've been looking forward to no end as I can spend my day doing chores and washing my car, before tomorrow is spent typing and reading. Though I must confess I can't spend another entire day in bed reading, as I did last week much as I'd like too and I've just finished 'The Great Convergence' by JRLallo, which is the second book in the series I began and finished last Sunday. The Great Convergence I have to say was as good as the first book and I'll tweet the author later to let him know I enjoyed it as much as the first. On a similar note, another colleague at work has told me he also had a problem leaving a review on Amazon for 'The Tessellation Saga', my own small offering. I don't know why there is a snag for reviews but it seems there is. Sort it out Amazon please.

My daughter has suggested I put an excerpt from Tessellation Saga into this blog so I chose an excerpt from Chapter 5, its the chapter in which our hero, Gideon is born. I chose it because although not the first chapter in the book it is the first one I actually wrote.

The Storm and the Beginning

Away on the other side of the forest, a coach rocked heavily from side to side as it raced along one of the forest tracks. One of the last of the winter storms trying to turn back the spring raged manically all around it, the driving rain stinging the eyes of the horses despite their weather covers.
‘This is a filthy night and so cold… more like its still winter, we should never have been given this job… ‘e should ave got someone else,’ shouted the driver to his attendant over the rumble of thunder.
‘Who’s the mark anyway, an’ what’s she done that soldiers want’ ‘er?’ the attendant replied also shouting, as the driving wind tore off his rain soaked hat.  ‘Journey’s sake!’ he cursed as he turned to follow its progress as it tumbled and flew far behind them, the wind now whipped through his unrestrained hair and thoughts of his lost hat paled into insignificance as the view behind them made his blood freeze.
‘We should slow down,’ shouted the driver.
‘You tell them that then,’ the attendant replied in a panic as he pointed to riders following in the wake of the coach, catching up fast despite the storm.  ‘By the Journey, ‘ow the ‘eck did they find us?’ he added as a wheel jammed in a rut in the muddy ground, causing the coach to jump into the air before crashing back with a lurch.  Lightning arced across the night sky lighting the track with instant daylight for a second.  The attendant, thrown into the air with the coach frantically struggled to regain his fragile hold on the unstable vehicle.
‘Much more of this and we’ll all be stopping fer good, no money is worth this, they can take ‘er!’ the driver hollered in the direction of his partner as he offered a steadying hand.  A crossbow bolt thudded into the back of the coach, swiftly followed by a second, narrowly missing the driver’s hand and he suddenly realised they would probably both be dead men very soon.
‘Move damn yer!’ he shouted at the horses, ‘move or we’re all dead.’
The riders following hard were intent on catching up and the frightened driver urged his horses on, trying desperately to get them to move faster, the coach pitched violently, once more unseating the attendant as he clung on to its side.
“E said as how we were ter keep her safe, ter get her ter…,’ the driver didn’t get to finish or if he did, his voice was lost as simultaneously lightning flashed across the night sky and thunder cracked eardrums leaving the party of travellers temporarily deafened.  As the gap between the riders and dangerously rocking coach closed, the driver began to pray, still the gap narrowed.  The forward rider came closer, forcing his beleaguered horse onward; suddenly he was up against the side of the speeding vehicle.  The attendant carefully reached across and attempted to push him back with a spare bullwhip kept atop the careering carriage.
The beautifully braided twelve-inch leather handle was now slippery in the intense cold and rain and cracking the twenty-foot lash was almost impossible.  Coupled with his own unsteady gait and the closeness of the pursuing rider, the handle proved as ineffective as the leather lash and the twenty-inch fall, the single piece of leather attached to the end of the lash and usually most effective when used to cut or strike a target.  Now it lay uselessly coiled atop the moving boxes and in frustration, the attendant threw the whip aside, his bowels turned to water as he watched the pursuing rider’s attempt to leap the short distance between his horse and the carriage.  Almost in slow motion, the wind picked up the abandoned whip and flung out its thong, the leather handle wedged sharply under a box of luggage and the lash itself wrapped around the body of the man as he readied to jump, it curled and struck his horse in the face, the long wet fall biting deeply across its muzzle.  The rider went down alongside the coach as his animal shied with intense pain.  Unsteadied, the soldier immediately grabbed out at the wet rope like whip, catching hold and attempting to secure himself as it untangled from his body and flew like a tail behind them.  The attendant saw the man’s hands slipping and a look of horror cross his face as he disappeared beneath the coach and once more, the vehicle jumped, he wondered if the cause was yet another rut in the road or the soldier falling beneath the fast moving carriage wheels.
Time returned to normal as the body of the soldier appeared from behind the coach, dragged along by the whip that had again entangled about him.  The attendant felt sick as he saw spurts of what looked in the darkness like black blood, mingling with the mud and rain, the soldier remained silent as his body tumbled and twisted behind the coach like an unsteady rudder on a boat at sea.
Almost imperceptibly, the drag caused by the soldier’s body began to slow the carriage down causing the driver to scream again at his frightened horses.  In frenzy, the attendant realising what had happened tried to release the handle of the whip from where it had caught, box after bag he threw from the coach top as he dug for the pinioned handle, the pursuers avoiding the missiles with ease in their pursuit of the carriage.  As he finally wrenched the handle free, the whip flew from his hands through the rain and disappeared beneath the muddy water in the roadway, the soldier’s broken body slowed and stopped, now little more than a hump in the road as the carriage took off once more with added momentum.
‘Slow and we’re dead!’ screamed the attendant as he watched the remaining soldiers also slow and gather around their fallen comrade, ‘they’ve stopped to see ter their mate..., move,’ he added, unsure if the driver had heard his screams as even shouted conversation now became inaudible.  The terrain became rougher as the volume of water and slush increased, the wheels jarred and shuddered as they continued their breakneck speed pulled by the soaked, terrified and exhausted horses.
Ahead of the racing team, near a bend in the track, lightning struck again close to the route they were following, an old tree suddenly lit up and its silhouette showed in high relief for an instant as it sheared off near the base of its trunk.  The tree fell across the track only to immediately disappear beneath the water that had gathered in the sludge.  No trace of the trees once great bole was visible above the water line as it settled deeply into the mud and the small fire at the point of the lightning’s strike had no chance to gain hold, so quickly died out as the rain continued to pour down in torrents.
The carriage rushed on toward its fate.
The wind howled as the first of the horses caught the hidden trunk sunk deep in the mire.  It stumbled and pulled its pair down slightly before they both managed to scramble over the obstacle but the damage was already done.  The second set of horses caught the unfamiliar downward pull of the first pair, frightened and tired they too jumped, almost landing on the backs of the lead pair, then they too went down.  Amongst the thunder and lightning, the driving rain and the mud, the horses screamed as they tried to raise their broken bodies.  The exposed wheels of the carriage smacked hard into the submerged log causing the whole carriage to spin and topple trapping the coachman beneath it.  Lines snapped as the body of the attendant flew, thrown high into the air by the forward momentum of the carriage, his head hit a tree and he fell unconscious, landing precariously balanced between two branches high above the scene of carnage below.  The driver with his ankle broken by the weight of the carriage lay helpless in the freezing cold mud, he was trapped and unable to pull his leg free as the rain beat down and their pursuers made up time behind them.
Inside the carriage, a heavily pregnant young girl held her extended belly, she was bruised, battered and sore but her relief at the movement inside her belly caused her to smile.
‘They won’t have you, he won’t have you little one,’ she said, ‘I’ll protect you.’  Pushing hard at the door of the carriage, she grabbed her bag and heaved her large swollen body out into the cold, rain soaked night only to find amidst the screaming horses, the mud and the rain, the driver, still trying through his pain to free his ankle.  In flash of lightning, he saw her watching him, indecision on her face, finally, she shouted above the storm.
‘Let me help you...’ she called as she waded uncomfortably toward him.
‘No, no my lady, go, run now, they’re coming for yer,’ he replied between gasps of pain. “Sides, I would have let ‘em take yous,’ he added harshly.
‘I can’t leave you… I won’t leave you...’  She replied, as despite her size she tried to pull the offending ankle free.  The driver’s scream rivalled that of the horses as the weight of the coach shifted, settling deeper in the mud and as it rocked, the ankle suddenly shot free revealing the open fracture and the blood mingling with the mud and rain.  The girl landed in the mire, now as filthy and wet as the driver himself.  ‘Come on... please try…,’ she shouted through the rain lashing against her face and stinging her eyes as she tried to pull him to his feet.  He struggled to stand, his entire weight resting on one foot.  Slowly both he and the girl crossed through the still screaming horses to the side of the track where she tore a length off her underskirt to staunch the bleeding and cover the fracture, the bone, white and jagged as it pushed unnaturally through the skin.  With the ankle bound, she again helped him to his feet and they took off into the woods, fear for their lives taking the edge off any pain and without thought for their tracks, as evidence of their passing became quickly obliterated by the rain.  Deeper and deeper they went through the trees but above the sound of the unprecedented violent storm, they could now hear the muted sounds of their pursuers searching for them at the site of the crash.


Hope you like it. Like I said its part of 'The Tessellation Saga' by me, DJRidgway.


Lastly,  just seen a fantastic picture by Reg Saddler, its of Red Beach, in Rio De Janeiro, its a very clever picture and well worth a view. If I knew how to link it to here I would! My niece Sylv,  would love it, as unlike me, always has a camera on her. Her blog is called, 'my fabric heart' and is great but again, unlike me she knows how to add pictures and links without getting the book for dummies off the shelf!

Chores are calling, I have a date with a mop!

Monday, 25 February 2013

Monday Morning!

Dear Diary,

How's things?  its Monday morning and today I'm back at work for the start of a four day shift, not that I'm complainng as if it wasn't Monday yesterday wouldn't have been Sunday.

And yesterday I had a Fantastic Day, I woke early, brushed my teeth, had a cuppa and then snuggled back in bed with my kindle and began to read. I had already downloaded 'The Book of Deacon' by Joseph R. Lallo and began it a few days ago but not really had time to give it a real go. I stayed in my bed all day with the world passing me by. Me my kindle and occassionally one or other of the cats. I got up only for the bathroom and to eat a really nice Sunday roast at the dining table in my P.J's. before returning to bed with another cuppa.  I enjoyed the book so much I downloaded the second in the series straight away. 'The Great Convergence!'

By  evening I must own I was feeling a little guilty as I'd done nothing with 'The Tessellation Saga' (my book) and was more than a little tired but having spent the entire day in bed I thought perhaps it would be prudent to spend just a little time with the other members of the family,  so I donned a dressing gown and went downstairs.

Yes the house was just as I'd left it after washing up after dinner. (bloomin' dishwasher on the blink!)  Family in front of TV. Fire blazing away in the hearth.

 On the Tv 'Call the Midwife' was on. Its a series based on the memoires of a late 1950's midwife in London. A brilliantly written program that I'm glad I got up to watch.

After my Oh so gruelling' day and seeing the hardships and ofttimes poverty that families in those days had to live through made me glad my children were born long after then and gave me a newfound respect for my late parents who brought my siblings and I into the world not long after that time.

So back to this morning, I have made myself get up early and leave the kindle beside the bed. The Great Convergence will have to wait until I get home from work, so thats about 23:00 and from now until I have to get ready for work myself, (still in P.J's though clean ones, I hasten to add) The Tessellation Saga will have some of my attention. The Great Convergence can wait.

Just a thought, a wish really, Tessellation is enjoyed only half as much as I enjoyed Book of Deacon, I would be extremly happy!

If I knew how to post a link to my book, here would probably be a good place but its available on Amazon for kindle. The Tessellation Saga, by yours truly, D.J.Ridgway.  If you fancy a read, hopefully a good one,  so, Ta Muchly!   see you soon.

PS. I'm dead impressed I managed to post the Picture,  I'll be copying and pasting in no time! lol

Speak soon! :)

Saturday, 16 February 2013

Hello me,

I've been online all morning trying to find a very cheap way of disposing of some garden rubbish! (apart from putting it into my poor little car and taking it to the dump.) I can't believe how much has managed to accumulate over the years. My plan was to  pile it up in front of the house to MAKE myself do something about it quickly as it is such an eyesore but with all the best plans comes a hic-cup. Finding an inexpensive skip is a nightmare! Luckily the metal bits and pieces just kind of vanished overnight last weekend, the 'metal fairy' obviously, its just a shame the 'wood fairy' can't come and do the same, the majority of the pile is pine trees that were cut down as they had grown far to big and were beginning to resemble a forest. I did think of a lovely big bonfire which could be quite fun but then it would take forever to burn. Aww well, back to the drawing board I suppose or the computer at least...

Sorted. Rubbish being collected for a reasonable price next weekend! Such a relief as its been bugging me so much I couldn't think of anything else, let alone write.

Back to The Tessellation Saga, Oh yesssss!

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Hello Again


Hello again world!

Perhaps I should say, ‘Dear Diary!’ as I’m convinced I’m the only person who actually reads this but I must own it’s a really great way of putting thoughts to bed, if you see what I mean.

Yesterday we had a team meeting at work. During one exercise (on team building) we all had to choose a person who had inspired us. I chose Nelson Mandela because of his great humanity and his ability to bring a great country around to what is right, despite his age and infirmity. After the meeting I went home and thought about other people who have inspired me. Like my mum Sylvia for one, a lovely lady who died way too soon and suffered far too much, then there’s this one very dear friend of mine.

This friend said a few years ago, something like, ‘ok so the kids are grown up and I want a year off!’ so she took it, buying a ticket to go travelling round the world all on her own. She could have chosen the more well-travelled safe routes but no, she decided to start in Spain and ok so that’s nice and safe… but then she went on to Guatemala in central America and other far flung and dangerous corners. She says her wanderlust derives from being the granddaughter of a gypsy, I believe it too; as I speak she is in China!

My point is, I admire her courage and her bravery, believe me some of the places she went she couldn’t even take her phone for fear of being mugged and they probably hadn’t seen a lone Englishwoman in years. I had a message from her today, she downloaded my book last week and finished it today and happily for me, she loved it! If she were a character in my book she would be young Jed, with a desire to learn about the world and to travel around it. I suppose in that case I would be Gideon, happy to stay at home and nest! But in my head I travel, I can see Devilly with its busy river ways, bustling markets and imposing castle and I can see the Green Home Forest, deep dark and mysterious. I can also see the world of Arotia with its tall cold mountains and its fields of sunflowers and grape vines (Gideon’s party wake up on the slopes of such a mountain when they arrive on Arotia.) but I personally have never felt the need to actually travel, it is nice to go away but I always enjoy coming home, being at home, having roots if you like. Maybe it’s because I don’t think I could do what my friend has done, just pick up and go. I’m not brave enough, I don’t have the nerve; she has inspired me in lots of ways, encouraging me to believe in myself being the foremost gift she has given me. If number 2 ever gets published it’ll be for her.

See you soon!

Saturday, 2 February 2013

Just when I think I've fininshed!


Hello me,
Here I am again back to editing, seriously I never realised just how hard it is. Like the title says, just when I think I've finished I find something else. Still the proverbial 'fat lady' hasn't sung yet so I'll keep going...  

So thinking of influences, what influenced me in the writing of Tess 1? A discussion with my son Simon and the story began.
 A memory of a gentle cartoon goose gave me Gideon, his character with his selfless, loving and caring outlook on life comes from a person close to me whom I won’t name as he would die of embarrassment!  Mayan, well she is a young lady dancer whom I met at my first Zumba class, graceful, full of energy and great fun.  To be honest, Mayan was already a character but she didn’t have a face or a personality but when I met the young dancer, I immediately thought of Mayan. So as Mayan progressed in the story and grew, the young lady was there in my mind and became real. As for Toby, well what can I say; we all have dark times but out of the darkness we can usually find hope and purpose, if we look deeply enough. (OMG, does that mean there’s hope for him!).
 I have to admit though, a big influence throughout Tess 1 & 2 (which I am currently working on) is a very dear friend of mine called Gilly. I’m sure when she reads Tess 1 she will see herself in the words of both Varan and Sonal, not to mention Thaddrick.
 In the Tess Saga, friendships between siblings, parents and their children and friends are tested, time and time again. So far they have managed to prevail and I sincerely hope they continue to do so but as the characters grow I can’t tell what they will do or what will happen, blame my fingers, they type the words and sometimes even I am surprised at what appears on the page!
Till next time… J

Thursday, 24 January 2013

Hi there me,

I thought I'd lost the way to find my blog for a few days! One really needs an 'ology in the World Wide Web to access anything easily. I'm sure if I asked one of the kids or even my granddaughters they'd roll their eyes and mumble stuff about me getting old!

This is just a quickie as I'm off to work in a bit and still sitting prettily (not) in my pj's. My eldest grandaughter is now recovering from an operation on Monday and is off school loving it as her little sister has to continue going.I mention it only as a picture her mum sent me of her, post op, made me smile and I wanted to share the feeling here. (Of course thats if the 'ology fairy stays around long enough to show me how to upload it!

OOhhhh, no there she goes, you can just see the dust off her wings! lol I will work it out eventually and you'll see the pic and say "Bless!" which is the only thing you can say really she looks so sweet!

I checked the progress of my book The Tessellation Saga, its slow sales but is selling which is gratifying as I love the story and really want other people to like it too. YES I know its a tad long but hopefully with enough going on in it to keep a body enthralled!

Gotta go, otherwise I'll be following the proverbial white rabbit down a very big hole!

BYEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!