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New Writers and a Swimbling Christmas

Artwork by Sue McDonagh entitled Swimbling Christmas

In October, I volunteered to be a member of admin for the Romantic Novelists’ New Writers’ Facebook group. This is an informal online group where new writers chat, support each other or even confess their writer’s block or editing nightmare. Working with lovely Emma Wilson to maintain the group has been a rewarding experience as she is bubbling with enthusiasm. This week we had our online Christmas party and I invited Sue Moorcroft to read an extract from her latest Christmas novel – Under the Mistletoe. It was wonderful to interview Sue and get some writing tips, and she kindly donated a signed copy of Under the Mistletoe to the winner of our Christmas Competition. We used artwork from author and artist Sue McDonagh as the prompt for the writing competition. All of the short story entries were entertaining and beautifully written. Donna Gowland won the competition.

Interviewing the fabulous Sue Moorcroft at the NWS Christmas party.

It is my pleasure to publish Donna’s winning story on this blog.

 

Swimbling Christmas

Ronnie was the last to get into the water. The crisp curls of the waves bubbled and brushed her feet. From a distance, the blurred bodies excitedly bobbing up and down looked like baubles. She sighed, pulled at the breast padding in her swimming costume and edged tentatively towards the water.

‘Come on in, it’s invigorating.’

Val’s soothing voice cut through the December chill and Ronnie flung herself into the water. Her teeth chattered as she sprang up and down like a cold Jack-in-the-box.

She swam out towards their blurred shapes, their loud voices ringing out in an enthusiastic chorus. There was other music too: the winter birds enjoying the slow Christmas Day sunrise, carolling their own mirth. Ronnie’s heart beat with a warmth that soothed the scarred breast that lay atop it. She had never felt more alive, nor more grateful.

Under the sun’s golden spotlight, her skin twinkled as if she were made of stars. Nature was healing her unquiet mind, blocking out all her doubts and fears. Ronnie woke from her reverie. The water was silent and empty, the beach miles beyond her reach. She gulped in panic, taking in mouthfuls of seawater that stung her cheeks and eyes. Her heart pounded, her mind raced with panic. All she could do was swim to that golden rock that shimmered uncertainly to the left of her gaze, and hope that someone would rescue her.

Mercifully, the tide was on her side and it delivered her to the rock like a damp Christmas parcel. Ronnie wept with relief as she clung to its back, grateful for its curved stoicism.

It should have surprised her more when the gentle rock turned, swishing a tail loudly in the water, unfurling the full body of a merman. Ronnie gasped – first in disbelief and then at the tremendous, ethereal beauty that even her poor eyesight couldn’t mistake. Here was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen – Brad Pitt crossed with Fabio – with golden hair, a taut, sea toned body and a long, thin golden tail. If her heart beat loudly before, it roared across the water now.

He held her delicately, looking up at her with kind eyes crinkled with wisdom and sand. When he kissed her with softly abrasive lips, the kiss was firm and salty. The sea sang quietly beneath her, faint as the murmur of sea in a shell. When the kiss ended, his smile was Christmas tree radiant and Ronnie felt illuminated.

‘Merry Christmas,’ he whispered.

Ronnie closed her eyes again, waiting for the renewal of the kiss, but when she opened them again, she saw only the soggy faces of the swimblers, creased with concern.

‘We were about to call an ambulance.’ Val chided.

Ronnie sighed, wiggling her body into a star shape on the sand.

‘What time are we coming back next week?’ she giggled.

Sue Moorcroft sent a signed copy of Under the Mistletoe to the competition winner – Donna Gowland.

Jessie: Donna, congratulations on winning the competition. Tell us a little about yourself.

Donna: I’m teacher and writer from Merseyside with a lifelong love of happily ever afters. Attending the Love Writing RNA event at Manchester in 2020 introduced me to the fabulous work of the RNA’s New Writers’ Scheme and I managed to grab a place on the 2021 scheme. I’m a keen writer of romance and poetry and seem to be ‘always the bridesmaid’ in competitions – gaining finalist places in the Love Writing Meet-Cute competition, the Seren Poetry Christmas poem competition and joint second place in the RNA conference’s Elizabeth Goudge competition this year. Earlier this summer, I joined forces with eleven other semi-finalists from the Michael Joseph Christmas romance competition to compile our first anthology More Than Mistletoe. 

I am sure you enjoyed reading Donna’s story. I would like to take this opportunity to wish you all a magical Christmas and a Happy New Year. I do hope Santa brings you some brilliant books this year. Did you know that in Iceland there is a tradition of giving books as gifts on Christmas Eve?

The Romantic Novelists’ New Writers’ Scheme is a brilliant scheme co-ordinated by Janet Gover. If you wish to find out more, visit the website at: https://romanticnovelistsassociation.org/.

 

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Writing Party

Cheers to the Romantic Novelists’ Association! Congratulations on 60 years.

Laptop, notebooks, sandwiches, party banners and sparkling wine crammed into my rucksack, I set off on my writing adventure in a department store. Rather than shopping for the latest bargains in store, I shopped for story ideas at a writing retreat in the community room of John Lewis Department Store. The writing retreat was organised by my local writing group.  Party fever to celebrate sixty years of the Romantic Novelists’ Association was scheduled for the middle of the day.

I was serious about writing.

I collected my writing fuel at the coffee shop before venturing through the store’s security.  When we walked through the corridors behind the store, I convinced myself we were about to board a plane.  On reflection, I am pleased we did not meet any pilots because the factory girls are easily distracted.  However, Pearl could have performed a stunning rendition of ‘Fly Me To The Moon’.

In a room aptly named the Discovery Room, we all braced ourselves for take-off into our own writing worlds. I panicked I would not be able to find any words. Nudged by the sight of authors working, I managed to get my imagination to take flight. I also deleted a character who had stowed away in one of the chapters.   Once aboard the writing retreat, I had to delve into my imagination and was not tempted to chat.

The final chapter of ‘Loving You’ awaited my attention.  Following edits, I realised my characters were not happy with their destinations.  They needed to find out more the secrets haunting them.  Armed with a huge notebook, I knew I had hidden the clues in there somewhere.

The writing party and words are in full flow for Jan Baynham.

There is a time to write and a time to relax. Before lunch, we celebrated sixty years of the wonderful Romantic Novelists’ Association. We marked the occasion with the party fever and shared sixty words from our romance novels.  It was great fun guessing who had written the extracts. On Valentine’s Day, I will share the photos and celebratory parcels of words from the writing group.

Guess who wrote the extract?

Since the writing retreat, I crafted more chapters of ‘Loving You’.  Jim and Pearl have offered gentle guidance and Doreen, one of the lively factory women, has gatecrashed a party.  The writing retreat kick started my final chapters, and the support of the other writers helped to build my enthusiasm.

More serious writers at work.

Many thanks to my lovely writerly friends from the South and West  Wales Chapter. I enjoyed attending the writing party and am now fizzing with words and ideas.  Without membership of the New Writers’ Scheme, I would not have enjoyed this wonderful opportunity.

Do you enjoy writing retreats, or do you prefer to write in a room of your own?

 

 

Autumn Magic

‘Autumn is the best time of year for me to write because the tranquillity inspires reflection.’

The light is magical in October and bathes everything in a warm glow. There is also a stillness in the air, suggesting nature is waiting to go to sleep so that it can create more colour in the spring. Autumn is the best time of year for me to write because the tranquillity inspires reflection.

As leaves flutter to the ground, characters come to life. The promise of the festive season hovers as winter waits patiently to present the first shimmer of frost. It is no wonder, then, that I am delighting in penning a Christmas scene at the moment.

I am writing a novel set in World War Two. It is a joy to escape to the era where my grandmother was a young woman and the festive season required creativity. At Christmas time, my grandmother made her own festive wreaths and table decorations with foraged holly, ferns and berries and added bows and gold paint. She told me stories of how my great grandfather spent months making and renovating toys in the lead up to Christmas. I have given this resourceful nature to the characters. Everyone was creating Christmas decorations the last time I visited my novel.

‘Thanks to my grandmother’s memories of the era, love and laughter are shining in the scene packed with friends and family.’

Thanks to my grandmother’s memories of the era, love and laughter are shining in the scene packed with friends and family. Furthermore, families are collaborating to celebrate Christmas and there are some heartwarming moments, especially when gifts are exchanged. Romance is also sparkling but a mystery lurks beneath the Christmas magic.

‘As leaves flutter to the ground, characters come to life’

When I listen to the characters chat, I reflect on how we can create a unique Christmas without all the expense. Recent events have made me very aware of how much people matter and my characters teach me new things all the time. I am excited to share this heartwarming story one day, but for now I am enjoying the process of cutting back the scenes and walking amongst the words that have fallen.

Wishing you all a calm and creative autumn.

For more information about my writing and how Wales inspires my stories, please click on the links to the Frost Magazine below.

https://www.frostmagazine.com/2021/10/welsh-writing-wednesdays-introducing-author-and-blogger-jessie-cahalin/

https://www.frostmagazine.com/2020/03/sister-scribes-guest-jessie-cahalin-on-living-the-dream/

 

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