So Long, Farewell

Hello Lovelies,

Sadly the time to say goodbye to the beautiful city of Budapest is drawing near. After almost twelve months, the time has come for us to pack our suitcases and complete the long haul journey back to Sydney.

It seems like only yesterday that my husband and I were packing up our house and travelling with our three young children to the other side of the world. It was a rather daunting and somewhat scary thing to do, but it was something we needed to do.

There are many things I am going to miss in and about this city, but there are many things I definitely won’t miss, like living in a 2 bedroom apartment with a family of five and constantly telling the kids not to run or stomp for fear of pi$$ing off the neighbours below us.

I also will not miss having to travel on public transport with three children. Despite the fact that the public transport in the city is very reliable and reasonably priced and the fact that there is no way I would ever want to drive in the city of Budapest, I do miss being able to jump in my car and pop to the grocery store without worrying how I was going to get all of the groceries home.

I’m also not going to miss the dog sh!t. I mean it’s not like the city is covered in canine fecal matter, but you definitely have to watch out, especially when you don’t have a car and walk a lot of places. A lot of people live in apartments in the city, so of course when their dogs needs to… you know… they have to take it for a walk, but if you choose to have a dog and live in an apartment then for goodness sake, pick up your dog’s crap!

I’m not going to miss the smell that almost every city has, I’m not going to miss the loud rumbling noise of the tram going past and I’m definitely not going to miss the dirt and dust that seems to permeate absolutely everything in the old building!

Yet, there many things I am going to miss from this city like the gorgeous view of the Danube River, Parliament and the Chain Bridge I have right outside the window! I’m going to miss the amazing food (but my pants will be thankful) and I’m going to miss the history. Australia is such a young country when compared to Europe and I revel in the rich and long history of this country. Each building, each street, even the trees tell a story, a piece of history to be marveled at and admired.

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I’m going to miss the castles, the manor houses and all the amazing architecture. I’m going to miss having front row seats for any fireworks or special events on the river Danube.

I’m going to  miss the way the lights of the Parliament shine on the feathers of the birds flying above at night, making them look magical like the glowing wings of fairies.

I am looking forward to seeing everyone at home again and sleeping on a mattress that is actually on a bed instead of on the floor (I’m hoping my back will thank me for that one). I’m not looking forward to returning to the “real world” though and having to hold down a day job and do school drop-off and everything else!  I’m going to miss being able to stay up until some ridiculous hour of the morning writing, without having to worry about having to get up and work or get children ready for school the next day.

It’s time to start a new adventure, please be kind to me, world.

Budapest, you gorgeous city, I am going to miss you dearly. I will miss your beauty, your history, your inspiration.

I give thanks to the city of Budapest, for inspiring me to keep writing and to start József’s story. Being surrounding by the world of my characters has truly been an amazing experience, allowing me to immerse myself in their history and time and inspiring  my writing. My goal was to write a draft of József’s story in the form of a novel of 80,000 words. I am almost at the 80,000 word mark and their story is far from over, but I have finished the part of the story that is set in this beautiful city, now it’s time to explore the next setting of Sydney, luckily that’s where I’m heading.

And so now I say so long, farewell beautiful Budapest, I hope to experience your beauty again some day.

Enjoy,

KK

 

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The Gap

Hello Lovelies,

The title of this week’s post is not a reference to the ocean cliff on the South Head Peninsula in Eastern Sydney known as The Gap which gained infamy, not as a place frequented by sightseers, but sadly for suicide. Nor is it a reference to The Gap Inc. the American clothing and accessories retailer. This week’s post is referring to a gap that I found in my current WIP that was preventing me from moving forward with the story, although I didn’t know it until recently.

You  may remember me mentioning last week that I was struggling to make progress on Chapter 22, when I realised there was a significant gap in the story between chapters 16 and 17. I thought it would be a simple matter of slotting in the missing parts between the two chapters (I estimated to be only be a couple of thousand words) and then after renaming the following chapters accordingly, I would be able to move on. Nothing is ever that simple though is it. The section of the story that lies between what was once chapters 16 and 17, will now be referred to as The Gap.

The Gap was not the couple of thousand words I thought it was, it ended up being almost 7,500 words and three chapters long, not including the additions I needed to make in the subsequent chapters to keep consistency. So right about now I bet you’re wondering how on earth I manage to leave out a piece of the story worth 7,500 words.

7,500 words is by no means a small amount, but the answer is this, I didn’t realise there was a gap in the story until I was stuck further down the line and started asking myself the questions “how?” and “why?”. I knew where the story was headed (I already know how the story ends, after all) but sometimes I’m not sure quite how to get from one plot point to the next, until I’m actually writing it. This can sometimes cause gaps in the story later on, as the plot evolves and more and more “gaps” are filled in. Sometimes this means having to go back and filling in gaps that have been created by the evolving plot.

I’m sure as I continue to push on with József and Anna’s story, more gaps will need to be filled in along the way, hopefully none of them will be as large as The Gap, but I’m not holding my breath though, especially when I eventually come to do editing and rewrites!

For now though I will keep pushing forward and go back and fill in any gaps when necessary until I have the first draft complete.

Wish me luck!

Enjoy,

KK

Keep reading for a short excerpt from An Anguished Heart. It is a small section of The Gap that I wrote to fill in the missing parts between the original chapters 16 and 17 (Now chapters 16 and 20), it is only the first draft and likely to change through the many rounds of editing.

 

Anna

No matter how much I loved our first apartment, I couldn’t deny that I felt more at home in our new one than I had in months. The trauma and loss we had suffered had faded over the months and I began to feel more settled, but I never truly felt at home again in our Buda-side apartment. No matter how many fond memories I had of that place, the memories of loss and despair lurked in every corner. Here though, those memories could be laid to rest in the depths of my mind and I once again began to feel the sense of overwhelming peace and comfort.

I knew things would take a little getting used to in our new apartment, which was on the Pest side of the Danube, with views of the Parliament building, but from the opposite side to the ones we were used to seeing. I could still see the river from the corner balcony, but it was not the unobstructed view I had at our Buda apartment. Still, I felt more content here, despite the echoing emptiness of the apartment. This apartment was at least six-times larger than our previous one, easily, not including the live-in attic space that was included with this apartment, being on the top floor, once used as a servant’s quarters.  

We didn’t have the need or even the space for much furniture in our previous apartment and even with every single thing we owned, the apartment was still quite bare. József’s Anya had offered us some furniture and things when her new furniture arrived, which I gratefully accepted, much to the dismay of József and the other men, who complained about moving the same lounge back to the place they just moved it from. I, of course pointed out to them that they had so much experience now, that it should be much easier this time around.

Having a larger home to run, József and his Anya decided that we should employ a live-in housekeeper, who could live in the servant’s quarters. At first I wasn’t sure about the idea, the thought of another person living in our home sort of bothered me, as well as the idea of having a “servant” seemed rather belittling to whoever should be employed for the position and I had never even contemplated the idea before. József though, had grown up in a household that almost always had a live-in housekeeper that also served as a nanny when the children were younger, as well as a cook.

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Stormy Nights and Rainy Days

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Hello Lovelies,

I am again appreciating another bout of rain and mild storms brings some relief to the heat. It may have only been around 32 degrees Celsius or so, but in a small apartment with five people living together, it does get a little suffocating at times, even without the heat.

I do like a good storm, watching Mother Nature lashing the ground with rain, the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance (or closer) and the sudden flash of lightning crossing a cloud darkened sky.

Endless days of rain or rain when you have to head out somewhere or something can be annoying, I’ll admit, not to mention flash flooding and other sorts of natural disasters this type of weather can bring. Yet most of the time I enjoy this kind of weather and love going for walks in the rain, marveling at the beauty created and the creatures that come out of their hiding places, also enjoying the weather.

It is also my favourite time to write, something about stormy and rainy weather calms me and inspires me and I will often reach for one of my notebooks (you can never have too many notebooks) to jot down a few words or even pages of words as I let the inspiration flow through me.

Yes, there is definitely something about stormy nights and rainy days that gets me into a writing mood. It gets me thinking, planning and creating. I don’t know what it is but I’ll take inspiration any way it comes, whether that be in the shower, when I’m doing the dishes, trying to sleep or during a storm. You don’t always need to be inspired to write, but when the inspiration does come it makes writing so much easier, the words flow and the story, characters and ideas seems to come from out of nowhere.

I still have around 6,000 words to write for this month’s quota, hopefully this stormy weather sticks around for a bit longer, it will definitely make things easier. You see, I’ve been struggling to make progress on chapter 22 in An Anguished Heart, I know exactly where the plot is heading (for a bit of a huge plot twist actually!) but I was having trouble trying to figure out how to get there, it was like a setting, a location was missing. That’s when it hit me, it was a location that should have been introduced earlier, with another section of plot I had left out between chapters 16 and 17. Now I am in the progress of filling in this gap so I am able to move forward with the story.

For now though, here’s a few words inspired by the current weather conditions.

Enjoy,

KK

Stormy Nights and Rainy Days

Stormy nights and rainy days

This is where I choose to stay

A blackened sky filled with clouds

And the thunder cracking, rumbling loud 

The rain is falling from the sky

The lightning striking low then high

This wild weather calms me so

Why this is, I just don’t know

Perhaps it’s the rhythm of the rain

Beating on the window pane

What it is doesn’t matter to me

Because stormy nights and rainy days is where I want to be

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Some Things Cannot be Unsaid

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Hello Lovelies,

Sometimes we say things without thinking. Sometimes the things that we say are of little or no consequence, so are neglect of the thought process is not of a concern. Other times though, we live to regret the things that we say without thought and the unfortunate ripple of consequences that follow, changing our lives forever.

Sometimes we don’t notice the ripples until much later. The ripples reaching out further and further until months or perhaps even years later, something we said comes back and bites us in the arse.

I’ve had a few of those moments in life, unfortunately, when something I have said, perhaps in jest or in frustration, has resurfaced to give that metaphorical arse bite. Fortunately though, I’ve never said something that would cause such a consequence, that I would never recover from (At least I hope I haven’t!).

Other times we might say things in anger or frustration that hurt others, this may not change our own lives directly, but the relationship with the other person will be altered forever. These are  when we need to remember that some things cannot be unsaid, once the words leave our lips, we cannot take them back. We might apologise, we might say that we didn’t really mean what we said, we may try to forget it ever happened, but no amount of apologies will take those words back.

Sometimes our words change our relationships with others. Sometimes our words change the direction our lives take. Sometimes our words can have such dire consequences, that there is no hope of coming out the other side.

This is the dilemma that one of my secondary characters is currently faced with. Some things were said in frustration after one (or ten) too many drinks. At first it seems as though the consequences are limited to a terrible hangover and a lot of embarrassment, but then the ripples are revealed and his life and that of his entire family are sent into turmoil. Their world will never be the same again, because of some words that were said in drunken frustration. This is fiction, yes, but this type of thing (perhaps not as extreme) does happen.

Words can change lives, make sure it is for the better because

Some thing cannot be unsaid.

Enjoy,

KK

 

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A Sense of Accomplishment

Hello Lovelies,

It’s the beginning of yet another month, the year seems to be going by at an astounding speed. Sometimes things seem to be going by so quickly that it’s important to stop and appreciate the things that you’ve enjoyed, seen, heard and accomplished so far.

This month I again feel that sense of accomplishment that comes with achieving a goal. Yes, that’s right! I’ve kicked procrastination’s arse again and met another word-count goal. It was a pretty close call this month, but I was determined to get it done, so what if I left it to the last minute and only went about 20 words over my goal, I still achieved it! And that is something I am definitely proud of.

I was also able to figure out some of the finer details of the more important plot point in József and Anna’s story and I can now see the road we are travelling on and the sights to see, instead of just the destination.

Yes, I am definitely feeling a sense of accomplishment that I intend to hang on to for as long as possible. However, now that I have gotten this far with József and Anna’s story, the more I am beginning to realise that it’s going to take more words than I thought it would to tell their story properly.

When I first set out to write their story, I wasn’t sure if it was going to be a novel or perhaps even a novella, all I knew it that I needed to tell their story in order to understand the subsequent stories in the series. I set myself a goal of 80,000 words, which is the length of  a short novel. A goal that seemed so far away but still certainly still doable. I am now at around the 55,000 word mark and I’m not sure if I’m even half-way through their story. This is where the dilemma is, I want to do their story justice, but I don’t want a novel of some gargantuan length that only the most avid readers will consider touching. I want József and Anna’s story to the casual readers and enthusiastic readers alike and wouldn’t want to scare away a potential audience simply because of the length of the novel.

I’ve decided though, that’s a dilemma for another day. For now I will concentrate on simply getting the story out. I will stick to my monthly goals and see where the story takes me. The word-count of a first draft will be very different to that of a final draft and that’s when I will make my decision. For now I will simply revel in my sense of accomplishment and keep on writing!

Keep reading for a little sneak peek from the first draft of An Anguished Heart.

Enjoy,

KK

Our people may now enjoy the freedoms all Hungarians do now, but that didn’t mean that prejudice from certain individuals had completely ceased to exist. There were still many who believed that the people of the Jewish community were second-class citizens, who were no better than the slaves we may have once descended from. Despite the changes in laws, there were many who still believed that the Jewish people in Hungary were not entitled to the freedom and liberty that all citizens of Hungary enjoyed. Many would jump at the chance to openly bring question to the loyalties of the Jewish community and in many ways I think this is why so many young Jews had already enlisted in the army, even perhaps why Dani was drawn in as well, they did not wish to give others the opportunity to question their patriotism or loyalty towards Hungary. Of course I was a proud to be Hungarian and I am proud of my Jewish faith, but I am not about to fight a war that I believe is not ours. Hungary is part of this war because of Austria’s declaration of war, just like many other countries who have now joined this war and those who may become involved soon, it is due to governments and rulers honouring their allegiances and coming to the aide of their allies. It may have began as a war between Austria and Serbia, but each of these countries have many allies and so to, they also go to war, for the sake of honour, loyalty and allegiance.

 

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Heat Wave

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Hello Lovelies,

As I sit here melting in what is considered a “heat wave” in Europe (temperatures of over 30 degrees Celsius since Wednesday), I begin to think about how weather and weather conditions influence the setting of a scene.

Of course compared to an Australian summer, this summer “heat wave” is actually like a cool spring day, but with no air-conditioning I’m sitting in a puddle of my own sweat which actually does nothing to cool me down. Perhaps I’ve been spoiled in my life, having had air-conditioning in the house since I was seven years old. However when much of the Australian summer consists of days over 40 degrees Celsius, I see air-conditioning as pretty much a necessity rather than the luxury it seems to be here. I guess heating is a necessity in Hungary, to survive the winter but in much of Australia it is the opposite.

I know I shouldn’t complain, it could be worse, but there’s nothing like melting in a pool of your own sweat to put you in a cranky mood. I have found a positive though, I have experienced the “wrath” of summer as my characters would have experienced it in the 1910s.

Small fans were in use during this time for residential purposes, often used in bedrooms, but that was all they had – and all I have at the moment.

I decided to write József’s story, or at least start it, while in Hungary, surrounded by the same (or similar) environment he would have been. Little did I realise just how closely surrounded I would be, despite being decades apart. Yes the world is very different now, I sit her surrounded by technology that never existed during József and Anna’s time, however many things remain the same. The apartment building is from their time, the furniture probably is too and whilst I’m sure the building would have looked quite different all those years ago, I can still sense the spirit of days long gone and catch a glimpse into the way things were.

The external world influences our writing, whether we want it to or not, this is something that cannot be avoided. We can though attempt to ensure that the influence is a positive one by surrounded ourselves with their story and seeking the write inspiration and influence, like myself writing this story in Hungary. Not everyone can go to the actual location and I consider myself to be extremely fortunate on this account, despite the fact that I’m soggy and cranky in this heat.

So now I head off to write about a fellow with a sever hangover and a nauseated pregnant woman on a sweltering summer’s day (both are characters, not myself, I assure you!) and encourage you to immerse yourself in the story, experience it as much as you can and describe it in detail.

Enjoy,

KK

 

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On the Brink of War

Hello Lovelies,

When I first started writing this series, I began in the middle (without realising), the setting was Australia in the years when the world was recovering from the Great Depression, leading up to the time when the world was on the brink of what would become the Second World War.

Then I decided I needed to go right back to the beginning and write József and Anna’s story. A lot of this story takes place in a troubled times during World War I, exploring the lead up to the war and the effects that were felt worldwide.

When I first started sharing snippets of my writing a couple of years ago, one of my readers commented that my style of writing and setting reminded them of the TV series, Downton Abbey. As she was a fan of the show, I took it as a great compliment even though I had never before watched an episode.

A couple of days ago, I decided to give Downton Abbey a try, I know I should have been writing, but I was already up to date with Vikings, Game of Thrones and Outlander and needed another series to sink my teeth into. I’m already half way through the second season and I can’t seem to stop! Also, I think I now understand the parallels that my reader made between my writing and Downton Abbey.

Firstly, there’s the historic factor. Downton Abbey is is set in the years leading up to WWI and also during the war (what I’ve seen so far) and even though the piece I had written back then was set in the time leading up to WWII, the events of a country and world on the brink of war remain the same. There will be people who are enthusiastically patriotic, volunteering to fight for King/Queen and country and there are those left behind who pray that their loved ones will not be called up and that the war will end before it really starts.

Secondly, there’s the class factor. Downton Abbey clearly highlights the differences and the lines between the social classes and even though these become blurred during times of war, they are still ever present. Something that also plays a factor in Thomas and Rose’s story.

In my writing, I have needed to research life before war, during and after. Each of these elements play an important role in telling the stories of József and Anna, and Thomas and Rose. Each element is different and plays a different role in setting the scene and telling the story, but each element (before, during and after) has something in common though: those that are left behind.

When the country in on the brink of war, some people are enthusiastically patriotic and are the first to enlist, others are the first to leave before it really begins, but what about those who are left behind?  What of them?

During a war, soldiers are off fighting, battles are being won and lost, but what about those who are left behind? Those who are anxiously waiting on news of their loved ones, hoping that it will only be good news.

After a war, when people are trying to rebuild their lives, when sons, brothers, fathers and other loved ones fail to return home or those who return as a shadow of their former selves. What about those who are left behind? Those who are left to pick up the pieces. Those who are left trying to figure out how to go on. Those just trying to figure out how to live again with the echo of war, of bombs and bullets and death and destruction constantly ravaging their mind.

We must continue to look back in order to remember the atrocities in our past. Even historical fiction can bring light to this.

WWII was the deadliest war in modern history, you think we would have learnt from this and WWI, yet their is still wars being fought in the world. Whether you believe these wars to be justified or not is not something I wish for you to answer.

What I hope though is that you take a moment to remember those who are left behind.

-KK

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Meet Me Halfway

Hello Lovelies,

Sorry about the delay with this week’s post, but I was having a few technical difficulties thanks to an uninvited Windows update, but now I’m back online I have a few exciting things to share!

I did it! Not only have I met this month’s word-count goal, but I am also halfway through the first draft of An Anguished Heart. In fact, with a final goal of around 80,000 words, I am actually a little over halfway with a current word-count of 46, 549! I’m not sure whether the story will be finished once I reach the 80,000 word mark, with the way things are going it looks like An Anguished Heart  is actually going to be longer than 80, 000 words, but as far as goals go, I’m totally kicking ass!

I usually do most of my writing at night, when everyone is asleep and I am be alone with my thoughts and my characters. This usually results in me heading to bed around 3 a.m. and being so wired from the excitement of making my characters come to life (outside of my own head!) that I can’t sleep until almost 4 a.m. This is fine while I’m here in Budapest and not having to get up later that morning and drag myself to work, but what about when we are back home and back in the real world?  I think there’s going to have to be some sort of compromise, unless someone wants to give me a well-paid publishing contract and pay me to write before I even have a finished manuscript.

It’s not easy to be a writer when holding down a day job and raising a family, but it’s not impossible and I’m determined to keep chasing my dream. Whether that chase leads to self-publishing or following a more traditional road to publishing, I’m not quite sure yet, but I am determined to keep writing, to tell my characters stories and perhaps one day others will enjoy their stories as much as I have enjoyed telling them.

So come on world! Meet me halfway and help me keep chasing my dream to one day make writing my day job!

Enjoy,

KK

Here’s a little sneak peek from the latest chapter I’ve been working on in the first draft of An Anguished Heart:

 “So… How’s he doing?” Anna asks, as I slump onto the bed.

“Better than he will be in the morning with the thumping headache he’s going to have.” I say, feeling a little sorry for him.

“I overheard a little of what you were saying, sorry but I couldn’t help but hear.” I shrugged, not caring whether Anna heard every word of what Dani and I spoke about, we had no secrets between us.

“Do you really think your father could get him assigned to an office position and keep him away from the front lines?” She asked sounding hopeful.

“Honestly, I have no idea, all we can do is hope.”

 

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When Did That Happen?

Hello Lovelies,

This past couple of week’s I have been busy kicking procrastination’s arse again and also doing a little research and organisation of my scribbled notes. As part of trying to organise myself, I’ve started developing a timeline, plotting all the major events in the series I am working on, which includes my current WIP An Anguished Heart, AKA József and Anna’s story,  as well as at least three other novels in the series that tell Thomas and Rose’s story.

I seriously don’t know why I didn’t do this sooner (probably because I like to procrastinate), but now I am almost half-way through the first draft of An Anguished Heart, it is getting increasingly difficult to keep track of everything, especially when some of the major events in the series include both the first and second World Wars.

With a little shy of 40,000 words now, its’s also becoming time consuming to scroll back and check the dates of certain events and so on. This is why a timeline has become quite crucial in helping me to plan and write this series. I can’t keep going back through pages of text or multiple notebooks, looking for a date, an age and so on. So my aim is that every time I have to ask myself, “When did that happen?” instead of scrolling through pages of writing or trying to find the right notebook, I will be able to simply look at the timeline and check – hopefully.

On another not, every month when I have reached my word-count goal, I email and updated version of my WIP to my friend who is my nominated arse-kicker as proof that I met the month’s goal. I also send a copy to my parents, my father who is a self-professed ‘non-reader’, reads it each and every month and asks for more, he has even offered to help with the first round of proofreading when the time comes. My mother who does enjoy reading a book or two, (unlike her husband)  also reads the updated manuscript each month and when she messages me and tells me I made her cry and she had to put it down for a few moment to compose herself, I guess I must be doing something write. I was cry myself when I was writing the part she was emotional over, so I guess I was able to convey the emotions well enough in my writing for the reader to also experience those emotions. So, yay me!

The message from my mum about her tears brought to mind one of my favourite quotes from Robert Frost,

“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.”

 

So overall I think I’ve had quite a successful week as a writer, deciphering the scribbles in my notebooks and making my readers cry and still beg for more.

Yes, definitely a successful week!

Enjoy,

KK

 

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Finally, I’ve Found the Link!

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Hello Lovelies,

I didn’t get much writing done this week, but this time it wasn’t procrastination’s fault. I’ve been busy researching, plotting and generally figuring out my characters, which is all super important of course. Yes I admit, that I may have wasted the odd minute (hour) or two (100) on social media and googling Outlander and Game of Thrones, but in the process of working things through in my mind, I’ve had a major breakthrough!

Whilst I already know what will happen in József and Anna’s story (I spoke about that here), through the process of writing and exploring my own mind, I am able to figure out the finer details of the story and the characters.

Since starting this story, I’ve been trying to figure out how some of the main characters of this book are connected to the other characters later in the series. If you didn’t already know, this book is intended to be the first in a series of novels, but is still able to  be read as a standalone as the main characters in this first book are secondary characters in the remainder of the series (read more about my Current Works in Progress here).

I’m sure many writers will agree with me when I say that the breakthrough moments are often at the strangest or most inconvenient of times and usually not during the time when you are sitting down ready to work, like it’s supposed to. This time, my breakthrough moment came at 1 a.m. when I had already been tossing and turning for a few hours trying to sleep. I was running through things in my mind; what scenes I wanted to write next, who the characters’ relatives were, their relationship, dreams, hopes and the turmoil of events that would be coming up later in their story. What I kept coming back to though, was how were József and Anna connected to the the subsequent novels. I already knew the obvious connection, which is actually glimpsed in the prologue of An Anguished Heart , this connection I knew before I even started writing József and Anna’s story. However,  I wanted to go beyond the obvious, I wanted to figure out the critical links, the links that those who read the series will appreciate and the links that would let my mind rest, at least for a short while.

So, there I was tossing back and forth, my husband snoring like a freight train next to me. As I went through some of the events coming up in An Anguished Heart, it finally hit me! I finally found the crucial link!

My excitement would have been comparable to those moments when you come across the comments from those lovely folks on Facebook who helpfully spam the comments on different pages claiming they’ve finally found the links to the movies you’ve been constantly searching for online. I’m a little disappointed that the links never work though, the links totally look legitimate!

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OK, maybe I’m being sarcastic here, I have never actually clicked on any of those links and scroll straight past those comments, but it was an awesome feeling to have finally figured it out.

Unfortunately though, I’m not willing to share with you the exact details of my breakthrough, as that will give away too much of the story. Hopefully one day not too far away though, I will actually finish something and you will be able to read József and Anna’s story in it’s entirety.

Until then, here is a short excerpt where József needs to ask a somewhat strange favour from a friend.

Enjoy,

KK

“Oh József, it’s you.” He said looking up from his desk, sounding surprised to see me. It was then I realised that I had never really come to Ádam for anything, except those few times on my sister’s behalf. Ádam and I had always been friends and had become closer over the last few years, especially after he and my sister Éva became engaged, but I never really go out of my way to come and speak to him. I suddenly felt like I was interrupting something important and thought that perhaps what I was about to ask him was not only odd, but perhaps too big of an ask.

-An Anguished Heart by Katherine A. Kovács

 

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