Friday, 4 July 2014

The Boy Who Rescues Pigeons

I promised you a snippet so here it is.

He reached under the bed for the laptop. It felt strangely wrong for it to be in his room in the middle of the night, when darkness patrolled outside the window like an intruder, seeking a way into the deepest vestiges of his soul.

He stared at it for a moment without switching it on, willing himself to replace it under the bed and knowing he did not have the courage to do so. He couldn't know his father and not know him at the same time. He could not know his name, his identity, his face and leave it at that, not follow it up in any way. He was not brave enough to face the world alone after all!

He pressed the on button and watched the computer flick into life. Without conscious thought he googled how to contact his dad. Twitter seemed the most obvious and instant way since it was listed that his dad had at least two accounts there.

Speedily he signed up for the social media site and listed his details sketchily. It didn’t matter that he had no picture listed and nothing about himself, he wasn’t interested or intending to post tweets; the account was merely a means to an end.

He took a few minutes to investigate the site, seeing how it worked and how he could use it to achieve what he desired. There was a direct messaging service, where he could send a message to his dad’s account without releasing it to the general Twitter followers. He clicked on the button.

Two small rectangles popped up. In the first he typed his dad’s Twitter user name, bringing up the face which was becoming more familiar to him than his own. He moved the cursor to the next box. There was a number next to the box, 140, which he presumed stood for the amount of characters he would be allowed to use.

How could he say what he wanted in 140 characters? He doubted he would even be able to get the message out in 140 words let alone characters! And what was he to write? How should he begin? With some explanation about who he was? Too boring! His dad would probably not even bother to read further.

What if he said he liked his films? Surely that was something every actor liked to hear. But it reeked of a suck-up! He didn’t want to suck-up to him, he wanted him to know that he was his father!

He positioned his hands over the keyboard. He was over-thinking it. When he overthought anything it always turned out badly. Perhaps it was best to just go with impulse or gut reaction, whatever it was called. He typed.

‘Hi. You don’t know me. But you knew my mother, Anna Pertwee. I know that you will remember her even though it was a long time ago.’

 Poor Lucas ...he is in for a shock!

Happy Reading! 

Thursday, 3 July 2014

Tomorrow I will let you have a sneak peak of where I am at on The Boy Who Rescues Pigeons. I was going to update you today but the site has been down for most of the day. Never mind - tomorrow will soon be here.

Look out for my new recommendation page too.

Until then, happy reading!
Carmen's Recommendations

The legal bit.

The following are businesses, services and/or people I recommend to do a good job.

I have received no payment for these recommendations nor will I.

Recommendations are given purely on a personal experience basis and cannot be held against me in any way should the experience provided/service you receive fall short of your expectations.

TJ Wheels for refurbishment of alloy wheels and repainting of kerbed wheels. Foxoak Street, Cradley Heath, West Midlands, B64 5DP  01384 566056. These guys know what they are doing!

They also do powder coating and shot-blasting.
Wade guttering for cleaning or repairs to your guttering. Polite, helpful and reasonably priced 01527 528352.

This post will be updated as necessary.

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

You can now find me on Wattpad, listed as carmencapuanoauthor.

Happy Reading!

Monday, 30 June 2014

The snippet below is taken from the book I am currently working on, where the main character believes Hugh Grant is his father.

His fingers trembled with a mixture of anticipation and fear as once more he typed in his father’s name. This time the plethora of images and references to his dad did not faze him. He found what he was looking for quickly and clicked on the tab.

Slowly he read the article to the end and then went right back to the beginning, reading it again, taking time to chew on the information before he interrogated himself to find out how he felt about it.

Hugh Grant had fathered another three children! Two boys and a girl, meaning that now Lucas had two younger half-brothers and a little half-sister. Neither of the two women who had borne him children were engaged or even married to him. He was as single now as he had been when Lucas was conceived. Surely this mean that his heart still ached for his one true love? That no woman could compare to the charms of Anna Pertwee?

Belatedly he wondered if his mother knew about her rivals for his dad’s affections. Did she know he had had other children? Was this just part of the secrecy? Part of the reason she was adamant that no good could come of him knowing his father?

There is a long way to go yet before this book is finished but I promise to keep you updated. In the meantime, check out The Owners volumes I-IV, available on Amazon.

Happy reading :)