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Hi everyone. I can’t tell you how much pleasure it is to pen my second ‘am writing’ post. It means I’m still going, lols. My new meds seem to be helping my breathing, so fingers crossed that continues! I avoided steroids this time, which is a relief, as I’ve had roughly six sets of those nasties since March last year. Since last week, I’ve penned over 14,000 words on The Vanished Boy. If you’re a regular here, you’ll have seen the blurb and cover already, so feel free to skip down to this week’s excerpt. I’d love to know your thoughts, bearing in mind this is straight from the WIP and is the first, unrevised draft. Have a wonderful weekend, everyone 🙂

About the Book:

It’s so remote out here. Anything could happen …

 

 A missed phone call in the night is all it takes.

When Carole’s 18-year-old son goes missing, she breaks into Jayden’s laptop to try to understand his life.

All too soon, Carole discovers just how little she knew her boy.

And when one lead after another dead-ends, the distraught mother has to face the unthinkable.

Sucked into a sticky web of deceit and lies, nothing is as it seems.

 

When your life turns inside out and upside down, who would you trust?

 

Excerpt:

Distraught, Carole fishes out the emergency matches from the same junk drawer, carries those and the calendar out to the back garden, and sets all twelve pages on fire. She holds the corner and watches the paper curl up and brown. Smoke blows in her face, along with blackened bits of burning paper and ash. Carole coughs and drops the hot mess. It hits the long wet grass. After a few seconds, the flames fade and fail. For a full five minutes, unheedful of the Cornish mizzle soaking her clothes, and oblivious to the piercing cries of the gulls—fighting over scraps—she stands and stares at the remains, lost in thought.

Her neighbour, John, brings her out of her trance when he yells over the fence between their properties, ‘You all right, maid?’

She shakes herself and nods. With a sniff, she scrubs at her cheeks and clears her throat. ‘Yes. Thanks. Just … well, you know.’

His kindly eyes crinkle at the corners. ‘It gets you at the most unexpected times. That it does.’ John nods and walks on, leaving her to her grief. He lost his wife a couple of years ago, so he understands to a degree that most other people just don’t. How many times has her sister told her to get a grip and that she should be over it by now?

 

 

© Harmony kent 2021


You can find all of my books at Amazon: http://author.to/HarmonysBooks

 


 

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Jan Sikes

14,000 words is fantastic progress, Harmony! That means the story is flowing. I love the excerpt. As a reader, sometimes I struggle with the present tense writing, but this is a well-written piece. Congratulations on the progress and on the improved health!

Vashti Quiroz-Vega

I’m glad you’re feeling better, Harmony. Very intriguing excerpt. I enjoyed it. Wishing you great success with your new book. 😀 xo

D.L. Finn

So happy you are feeling better, Harmony, and without steroids. Loved the excerpt and I’m already wanting to know more. Look forward to being able to read the whole story in the future!

Judi Lynn

Anything involving your kids is magnified ten times over. This sounds like a winner. Glad you’re feeling better and hitting the keys.

Mae Clair

Glad you’re feeling better and writing up a storm. I loved the excerpt. Can’t wait for this one, Harmz. It sounds fabulous!

CS Boyack

Glad you’re feeling better. I’m jealous of your productivity, but I’ll get through my projects. Somehow, I always do.

Yvette M Calleiro

So happy you are feeling better, Harmony! I enjoyed this excerpt. Her grief is palpable. I’m assuming that before this moment, the significance of the calendar was explained. I’m looking forward to reading more. 🙂

Priscilla Bettis

Good excerpt! I don’t understand the em dashes, though, because they call attention to the scraps like the scraps are important to the scene. Would it be better to write:
. . . and oblivious to the piercing cries of the gulls fighting over scraps, she stands and . . .

I love the last paragraph. The difference between John and her sister comes through!

Roberta Eaton Cheadle

This book sounds very intriguing, Harmony. I have one of your books on my short list. I’m glad your health is improving, have a good weekend.

Gwen M Plano

I’m so glad your health is better, Harmony. What a long year it was! Your story has me intrigued. Since the first excerpt, I’ve been hooked and this second excerpt pulls me in further. You’ve made grief very real. Powerful writing, my friend.

John Howell

I enjoyed the excerpt, Harmony. Would love to read more.