Category: Family Saga

Happy New Year Characters and Friends

The familiar view of Penarth

I’ve become so familiar with the seafront in Penarth that I’ve never ventured from the main path. Contented with the changes in the light, I found comfort in the same view.  On Boxing Day, crowds of people in Penarth forced me to walk a new path above the seafront.

An unfamiliar perspective of Penarth pier that allows me to look at the bigger picture

As I looked down on a familiar view from a new perspective, I released some of the characters in my work in progress. Maybe these characters will remain forever lost or appear in another story.  Who knows?  I’ve worked in my tiny writing room, with my cast of characters, for many months.  In the new year, I will print out my work in progress, read it aloud and look at it from a fresh perspective.

I realised that I needed to release some of the characters

It’s certain I will remain with Pearl and Jim who will also need to digress from their familiar paths.  Alas, they can’t text each other, connect via social media or email each other.  When the characters are a distance apart, they must physically travel to meet up or write a proper letter.  They can’t even use a landline as they don’t have telephones.

As the sun sets on another year, I wish you and my characters some happy and new destinations.

However, I’m grateful Anne Williams sent me back to the seventies to meet the young Pearl and Jim.   Maybe Anne could have a word with Pearl and find out more. Meanwhile, attitudes and beliefs in this era continue to shock me.  My twenty first century perspective means I can support my characters a little yet cannot control their anxiety.  The girls in the factory are currently on strike and they can’t google the legislation to find out more.  It would’ve helped if they could connect with the Dagenham strikers in a Facebook Group, but social media is decades away.  Of course, they’ve seen the headlines and the world seems to have gone on strike.  And I’m in despair because some of the women have been tempted to parade in a fashion show of clothes for the bosses. In future, they will learn about the Miss World protests.  I know these destinations are ahead of them but how can I navigate them and force them to take new paths?

Characters are distracting me and fluttering around in my mind and a couple of them have decided to take time out on the beach.  Do you see them? Pearl and Jim’s perspective remain strong in my head. I’ll stay on the new path that has a clearer overview.  With patience, they will eventually reach their intended destination.  I have no idea how to get Jim back home, but I do know what car he will drive and how much it cost.  Like me they are facing January, but the January of 1970 was a harsh one.  I have twenty ideas for the title of my next novel and all suggestions include the word ‘love’.  Love will guide my characters. In the words of Dylan Thomas. ‘Though lovers be lost, love shall not…’

As the sun sets on another year, I wish you and my characters some happy and new destinations.

 

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Wasting Words on the Dock of the Bay

This coffee shop, in Cardiff Bay, is one of my favourite writing places.

This coffee shop, in Cardiff Bay, is one of my favourite writing places.  I like to abandon my laptop for a notebook and pen.  There is something reassuring about forming every single letter with my biro. With the onset of autumn, I remembered a blog post I forgot to publish last October, because I had been absorbed in the agony of the editing process.  I wrote this post when editing You Can’t Go It Alone.

My imagination roams free in this setting.

Once my coffee cup is empty, I let the pen wander across the page.  Hoping to catch some dialogue from the unsuspecting customers, I listen with my best writer’s ear.  I am happy here in this café suspended above the water.  Alas, the sound of my beeping phone collides head on with my imagination.  I stop writing and must look at the email from an insurance company.  I wonder if writers had less distractions prior to the digital age, so I google ‘writing quotations’. 

Virginia Woolf pops up on my phone, but she doesn’t look happy and she says:

Sitting on the dock in the Bay wasting words

‘Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.’

Obviously, Virginia never had to cope with the disruptive influence of a mobile phone. I decide my imagination has been temporarily locked by my phone: it is a twenty first century condition called ‘beepitis’.  Fortunately, I do not need to re-boot my imagination as it starts up again. I am trying to re-work a menacing scene in my book. Hoping to get inspiration, I look at the murky water from the window.  Despite the distracting background noise, I make a list of adjectives. The shopping list of words stares at me, defying me to write something coherent. It is useless! 

I decide to drive home via Cardiff Docks to gather some words for a scene in my novel. It is a sinister setting.

I decide to drive home via Cardiff Docks to gather some words.  I drive off absorbing the atmosphere of the autumn’s day and watch the leaves dance across the road.  Almost forgetting to stop at the red light, I look out for the sign to the docks, but realise I am driving over a new road.  I hate the massive construction with barriers at each side.  Finally, I drive through the docks and stop to pull over to make some notes for finishing touches to a scene.  I am considered with suspicion. I ignore the onlookers and write until my car beeps me to tell me there is something wrong with a filter.

Clearly, I need ‘a room of my own’ to write.

Time to go home to my laptop: time to find ‘a room of one’s own’, time to sculpt my manuscript and stop wasting time and listing words. The truth is the book is almost done but I don’t want to let the characters live their lives without me.

My book costs less than the price of a coffee and will last longer.

You Can’t Go It Alone has been available since May.  I have been delighted with the reviews. Reviewers have enjoyed visiting Delfryn and getting to know the inhabitants.  The agony of the editing process was worth it, as it helped readers to connect. In celebration of my thirteenth review, I am reducing the cost of the kindle format next week.  Of course, I would be delighted to receive more reviews.  My book is less than half the price of a coffee and will last longer.  Indeed, one reviewer wrote:

‘An intricate, thoughtful story of real people whose life will continue long after the author has typed the end’ Perdisma, Amazon reviewer

Here is a snapshot of my most recent reviews:

Reviewers have enjoyed visiting Delfryn and getting to know the inhabitants.

‘It’s a roller-coaster of a novel in which the beautiful Welsh countryside and weather take a leading role. I was gripped by these characters, and by Cahalin’s fascinating touches.’ Professor Maggie Humm

‘The author has a real feeling for character and place… Her ideas around plot and how a story unfolds are original, and well executed, with a good balance of lightness and shade.’ Welsh Annie, top 500 Amazon Reviewer

You Can’t Go It Alone is available on Amazon.

 ‘The author is not afraid to face life’s most challenging problems head on. What appeals about the novel is that she does not ‘go on crusade’ but underpins these problems with a deep, rich humanity …’ John Broughton, author

‘Complex and vivid tapestry of a story’ Jena. C. Henry, USA author, blogger and reviewer

‘As a debut novel, You Can’t Go It Alone is an accomplished read. Eloquent, moving and packed with vivid imagery…’ Audrey Davis

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Judith Barrow’s Golden Chapter

Ah, a cheery fire, a dog by my side, and plenty of time to lose myself in a good book

Following my review of A Hundred Tiny Threads, Jena decided to delve into the opening chapter.  Sitting beside the fire in Ohio, she visited Judith Barrow’s family saga and discovered another Golden Chapter.  Come inside and discover Bill and Winifred’s stories.  Get your handbag ready for another delicious read with Jena C Henry.

Ah, a cheery fire, a dog by my side, and plenty of time to lose myself in a good book. What shall I read? I know, I’ll visit Jessie Cahalin’s Handbag Gallery. I reach into my golden handbag and find A Hundred Tiny Threads by Judith Barrow. Perfect! What could be better to savor than the promise of a rollicking family saga?

I love a golden book series, filled with family problems and secrets.

I can’t wait to get started. I begin with Prologue-1911, and I’m immediately immersed in the action. I hear drips of water, faint groans, a shifting of props holding up the roof…and then a scream, echoing along the tunnel. Someone is in dire circumstances.

Bill Howarth is the man who is trembling and trapped, in what I imagine must be a mine shaft. Unable to move, all Bill can do is think about what is happening. He surmises that dynamite was set incorrectly which caused the blast.

With his life in peril, he pictures his family and wishes he hadn’t quarreled with them that morning. But things aren’t what I think they are. The Prologue ends when “the comfort of the dark washes over him.” Will I meet up with Bill again? I eagerly move on to the first chapter.

Chapter 1 February 1911  Winifred

The knocker-upper man is going down the street rattling on the window with his peashooter and Winifred is waking up to another day of hard work. As she and her parents start their day, I learn that Winifred seems to have a close bond with her father. However, both of them are subject to the harsh tongue of the wife and mother of the house, Ethel.

Winifred begins her daily work in the family store, and she has an angry encounter with her mother about Granny. Winifred thinks a rebellious thought, similar to what Bill Howarth had considered.

The chapter ends with me feeling that Winifred, every bit as trapped in her life as Bill Howarth, may be ready to spread her wings.

Meet the author with her amazing collection of books. You could lose yourself in the saga for the entire festive season.

The Prologue and First Chapter of A Hundred Tiny Threads introduces us to two characters who are young, and eager.  Both of them appear quite capable of carrying this saga forward. The author gives us details of ordinary life of working people in 1911, with corsets, carbolic soap, and iron heeled boots and the description of the family store. Just the way an engaging family saga should begin!

On the cover of the book, the tagline is, “it takes more than just love to make a marriage”. Now that evokes interesting possibilities, doesn’t it?

Happily for readers of this genre, I read the golden beginning of a book that is part of a larger series by the author. I love a golden book series, filled with family problems and secrets.

Thanks for reading this First Chapter review and my golden introduction to A Hundred Tiny Threads by Judith Barrow. If you have read this book, please share your thoughts and your review of it in the comments. To get our golden discussion started, here are some questions:

  1. Do you think Bill and Winifred will meet?
  2. Are there secrets that involve Granny and Winifred’s mother, Ethel?
  3. Do you like family sagas? I do!

I love family sagas.  I adore Judith’s writing and her real characters.  You could easily lose yourself in Judith’s family saga for the entire festive season.  Here is my review of One Hundred Tiny Threads.

 

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Real folk in One Hundred Tiny Threads

I urge you to read One Hundred Tiny Threads

Judith Barrow’s ‘One Hundred Tiny Threads’ reawakened my reading addiction.  I stretched on a Devon beach, during a heatwave, but sat in Lancashire during 1911. Vivid figurative language moved me from the colours of a Monet painting to a Lowry painting.

One Hundred Tiny Threads is the prequel to Judith’s Howarth family saga but was the perfect book to begin with.  Bill was trapped down the mine and the explosion deafened me.  I stood in the dark, grimy streets as the ‘knocker-upper’ tapped on the Winifred’s window. I forgot the heat of the sun as ‘frost patterns covered the panes of the windows’.  ‘The clatter of clogs’ on the cobbles turned my head to the dark streets and ‘the feeling there was a shadow lurking around the corners’.

A life beyond the grocer’s shop counter ruled over by Winifred’s domineering mother.

Despite shivering with Winifred, I found warmth in her friendship.  Winifred presented me with an honest account of a woman’s plight during the beginning of the last century.  Her rebellion against her dominant mother placed me firmly on Winifred’s side.  I was driven mad to discover Winifred’s mother’s secret; I could not fathom her bitterness. Barrow demonstrates why Winifred needs to befriend Honora, a suffragette, and why she finds comfort in Conal’s arms.  Every strand of the characters’ backgrounds is woven into their actions and responses.

I stretched on a Devon beach, during a heatwave, but sat in Lancashire during 1911. ‘The clatter of clogs’ on the cobbles…

I felt for Winifred.  Her naivety and love for Conal present tender moments.  How I ached for Winifred’s happy ending.  The narrative wrenches the heartstrings and punches your senses, but the strands of the plot are taught and well structured. But there is no time to mollycoddle the characters: there’s ‘nowt’ you can do as the characters face life, love and loss. I advise you set time aside and listen to the characters’ voices and let the gritty drama unfold.  The dulcet tones of the Lancashire people rattle your emotions with the powerful dialogue. Be aware of Ethel who makes the ‘air seem rancid with hostility.’

The artfully woven narrative is populated with real folk: ‘good Northern stock’.  I couldn’t abide the hardship yet couldn’t stop reading.  I found myself thinking about the characters when not reading.  The folk got under my skin.  Barrow is not afraid to introduce some horrible people and conflict.  I loathed Bill because he is a hard-faced, rotten man.  Yet, I was forced to explore the motivation for his character.  It was most annoying to feel empathy for Bill. I wanted to banish him from the book and leave him to rot in a dark alley. Barrow made me understand the motivation for this bloke’s actions. 

‘…all they wanted was equality in voting’

Winifred was isolated from her mother Ethel and inhibited by the era but wanted to shake off the corset of stifling expectations.  Ironically, Winifred’s mother inhibits her more than her father.  Barrow demonstrates how women like Ethel were trapped by their own boundaries and expectations: fear of society’s rejection isolates those who have dared to follow their hearts.  Women such as Winifred who dared to articulate the inequalities of women in normal settings:

Women such as Winifred paved the way for the birth of the modern woman. 

‘…all they wanted was equality in voting; to be able to have as much as their husbands, their brothers, their fathers.’

The Suffragette Movement, World War One and the Irish War of Independence are threaded into the fabric of the novel.

Barrow squeezes every drop of empathy from her reader, because she explores the complex psychological motivations of the characters.  It is testimony to Judith Barrow that she creates such powerful characters.  The rhythms of the characters’ words are combined with the ebb and flow of the narrative to produce a phenomenal drama of epic proportions.  I am delighted there are more books to read in this family saga.  However, I am fearful for Winifred’s plight in the remaining novels. shh – don’t tell me what happens.  I am not sure Winifred has made a good choice of husband, but he does believe Winifred ‘was the one woman to keep him on the straight and narrow.’  Narrative perspectives of Winifred and Bill provide clever contrast in life experiences. The basis for their relationship is dynamic, yet I sense some threads will fray in the other books. Florence said, ‘men will have their way’; I hope this is not an omen.

The Suffragette Movement, World War One and the Irish War of Independence are threaded into the fabric of the novel. Hard times exasperate the loneliness suffered by the characters.  I urge you to read One Hundred Tiny Threads to find out more about the texture of these characters’ lives – you won’t be disappointed.

Judith Barrow, author

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