A Glimpse of the Writer Within

Welcome to this week’s post.

As I said last week, my aim is to share small samples of my writing so I am able to become more comfortable with, “putting myself out there” and so you, my lovely readers and followers, are able to gain a glimpse of some of my work.

So here we go.

This week I have decided to share with you a very small snippet of a novel I have been working on sporadically over the last few months. This story came to me in a dream, which I know sounds terribly clichéd, but it’s the truth. The dream was so vivid and real that I felt as if I were there, as if the characters I saw before me were people I knew. I’m not sure what genre this novel will belong to yet, at the moment it is bits and pieces, with a timeline of events, a rough outline of ideas and some character profiles.
The excerpt I am about to share has only recently been written, it is very raw and unedited and I’m sure if has many spelling and grammatical errors in it. Some of it might not even make sense, so please keep that in mind whilst reading. I am sure it will change many times before I am finished with it.

It is a story about a newly married couple, but I don’t think it’s a romance novel. It is set in Sydney, Australia and Leicestershire, England in the 1930’s, but it is not a historical novel. It contains paranormal activity, but it is not a horror story.

All I know at this point is that it is a work of fiction. One that has been developing within my mind and now one that I am trying to develop in writing.

So here it is, a glimpse of the writer within, enjoy!

-KK

“Thomas William Heath, I am not finished. That girl may be your wife, but she is also a commoner, she is from a working class and she would be more comfortable with her own people. The girl must feel terribly out of sorts in the surroundings that we have grown accustomed to. It wasn’t fair on her, on you, bringing her here like you did. You should have let her go. She is just a girl.”

That’s just like my grandmother, acting like she is an innocent bystander, thinking about the welfare of “the poor little commoner”, yet in reality, Agnes Mary Heath is a woman born and raised in an aristocratic society, who outwardly expresses empathy for the working class but in reality, wishes they would remain unseen.  She fears that my choice of wife will be looked poorly upon by others who believe it wrong and uncouth to mix with commoners. These people, some of whom are referred to as friends, believe that each class should marry their own. Even though I was born and raised in the same aristocratic circles as my dear grandmother, I believe we should be allowed to marry the person we love. I did. I did not mean to fall for her, but the first time I saw Margaret Francis Greene, I knew she was the woman I was to marry. Maggie would be mine, she would bear my name, whether grandmother and the rest of high society approved or not.

“Thomas, look at me when I am talking to you, did you hear what I said?”

“Yes grandmother, but Maggie is not a girl, she is a woman and I am a man.”

“Did you ever stop and think maybe it’s not love that your Dear Margaret is after?”

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The Journey Continues

Hello Lovelies,

Welcome to my second post.

I’d just like to take a moment to thank you for following me on my journey, as I embrace the writer within.

A question I have been thinking a lot about lately is, how do I know that I am a writer?

I enjoy reading immensely and becoming lost in a world other than my own, but when I am reading, it is not my words or my characters, I always have questions about the characters, I want to know their back story and I want to know what happens to these characters once the story ends. I become invested in the lives and world of characters where I am merely a bystander, a witness and I am not the one in control.

Writing is a way for me to express myself creatively. When I am the writer, I am the one in control. I know the characters, I know what happens after the story ends, I may not have it all written down, but I know what is going to happen in the lives of the characters, whether it is written down or not.

Some children have imaginary friends. I have characters being developed, in my head, sometimes in writing . If I were to openly tell people this, they would almost certainly think that I was a little bit crazy and suggest I seek professional help. Yet as a writer, these things happen often. In a way, character development is like imaginary friends for adults.

In the past I have written lyrics, music, short stories and poetry. Nothing is published, in fact, I haven’t really shared much of my writing. Even when I have written poetry as part of a Christmas gift, I often initial it “KK”, so people just assume that it is something from a Kris Kringle or Secret Santa, not making the connection to my initials.
This is something I am trying to change. As I embrace the writer within, my aim is to share a small piece of myself each week. It may be part of a story, poem, lyrics, music or even a sneak preview of the novel I’m working on.

So stay tuned lovely people and gain a sneak peek over the coming weeks.

Thanks for reading and wishing you all a very merry Christmas!

-KK

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Embracing the Writer Within

Have you ever been asked what you would do if you didn’t have to work?

I have been asked, on more than one occasion, by students, colleagues, friends and family. I have thought about it quite a lot too.

My answer has two parts, firstly, I would of course spend more time with my family, especially my children. Secondly, I would write. The first part of my answer is an obvious one, if you know me. The second part of my answer will only seem obvious to those who know the real me.

When I give others a glimpse of the writer within me, the first question they often ask is, “what would you write?” To answer this question I would write whatever inspires me. I’m not sure whether it would be a poem, lyrics, music, a short story, a children’s book or perhaps novel.

I do not know what my inspiration will be when I come to embrace the writer within or in what form my writing will take. Something I do know, however, is that I cannot keep denying the reality that (not so) deep within me, is the heart of a writer, aching to be embraced and longing to be released.

So here is the beginning, the start of the real me, embracing the writer within.

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