Here is the very latest from The Owners Volume VI : Blood Sky
Perhaps because of the rapid beating of
her heart and the icy fingers of dread which no doubt worked their way down her
spine, her features seemed more defined, more entrancing.
Ahhh...back to the trusty laptop for another chapter of The Owners, Volume VI : Blood Sky.
Last week I was too busy to get any writing done, having spent one whole day at a lovely school teaching creative writing to years 3-6 and another day doing book signings at the Women of the Year Luncheon and Awards Ceremony.
I had a fabulous time at both events and was lucky enough to meet some wonderful people and fantastic children. I was also amused to hear one little girl say to another when they were queuing up for my autograph, "my mum has all her books and she loves them."
The rejoinder to that was a swiftly delivered, "well so does my dad. He has all of them too!"
What made me laugh was the blatant fibbing going on. Now don't get me wrong, I am honoured that many people come back to me to tell me how much they enjoy my books but I am aware that I do not yet have the status or universal recognition of the likes of Ms. Rowling, for example. So the idea that both of these little girls' parents had my collection of books was ridiculous, if rather flattering.
Anyway onwards and upwards!
I will fill you in on how Volume VI is going throughout the week. In the meantime if you wish to drop me a line, well you know where I am.
Hope to see you at my next scheduled event, at the Dr Who/sci-fi event, where I shall be selling signed copies of my books and holding a creative writing workshop...be there if you dare ;)
Got lots of housework and admin type things to occupy me instead but to be honest I' m kind of glad of the break. The chapter I wrote yesterday was so harrowing it almost carved out its number in my very soul.
This guy is a bad one - a real bad one and I hope to God that none of you ever meet the likes of him in real life.
I have been feeling rather ambivalent the last few days. Last Thursday I took the wood pigeon we have been looking after for the last six months to a permanent rescue centre.
It was hard to hand him over but as he had lost the very tips of one wing and seemed unable to grow back his flight feathers, it seemed the kindest thing to do.
In a terrible state when I brought him here after being savaged by a cat, it was very touch and go whether or not he would actually live. But he did and he coped well, eating until he was a huge barrel of a bird and eying up the dogs with no fear whatsoever....
But he was alone with no other pigeon company and so I took the decision to put him in a rescue centre where he would have the company of his own kind. Rightly or wrongly, it is my belief that this is important.
So whilst we were pleased for him, we also knew that we would feel his absence deeply.
We miss you Mr Fluffy but hope that you live a long and happy life with all your new pigeon friends . xxx
Sorry readers...I feel I have neglected you a little but I have been so busy writing Volume VI and taking bookings for my talks/ creative writing sessions, that I have not had any time to blog!
In fact I have spent a large part of today booking in schools and exhibitions etc. who want me to conduct talks/ creative writing sessions and so on. So here is the schedule for the next couple of weeks.
I will be at a school in Sandwell doing author talks next week, followed by the Women of the Year Luncheon Awards on 11th October and I will also be holding talks about writing sci-fi and conducting writing workshops at Avoncroft Museum on November 16th.
In between these times I may be coming to a library or school near you...just when you thought you were safe...! I hope to see you at one of these events. But if you can't make them you can still contact me at Carmen.capuano@ymail.com Happy reading! Carmen.
Yesterday, after enjoying a lovely day out in Birmingham city centre, I returned to the car park to find that my spare wheel had been stolen from my car. As you know I have rather a bad temper but I do believe in fate and in Karma. So this is my Facebook status today.
To the bleep who stole my spare wheel from under my car yesterday, I have this to say..."May your luck, like my wheel, circle onwards into darkness, may your happiness spin always away from you and may you go round and round in life, never achieving your dreams!"
I had a fab time at The Custard Factory on Saturday, chatting to sci-fi fans about my books and selling signed copies.
Now for those of you who aren't from Birmingham, I guess I need to explain that the site was formerly a custard factory [gee, really?] but is now a collection of very chic and stylish shops and meeting venues.
Not only did meet new sci-fi fans but I also had a chat with some I had met previously when they bought books from me at other venues. It was great to catch up with these people and to hear back from them how they had enjoyed the books.
I went to the cinema yesterday. Now I state that as a bald fact to ensure that you understand what an occasion that is for me, to go to the cinema to see anything!
A friend of mine had gone to see the exact same film at the sitting directly before mine and had texted me to say that it was slow to begin with. This was also the view held by my viewing partner, who thought that the opening scenes and first third of the film dragged.
I have to say I disagreed. Whilst I did find the exposition of the concept a little heavy-handed at times [you almost felt that they explained it in such a painfully slow way that even a learning-impeded five year old would have understood it] it somehow fit in with the quaint Britishness of the film itself.
What I mean by this, is that it had neither the pace of the ideal American offering such as 24, The Bourne conspiracy films or even the speedily delivered witticisms of the average Big Bang Theory episode. But instead there was a sweet meandering to the plotline.
This was only enhanced by the simply brilliant acting of Bill Nighty and the gentle but inevitable fall of the character Kit-Kat, who I found mildly reminiscent of the character Mary Steenburgen played in the tv adaptation of F. Scott Fitzgerald's Tender Is The Night.
But I won't tell you more and risk spoiling your enjoyment. All I will say is if you like quirky British films you will like it. If you enjoy bitter-sweet ending you will love it and if you like your tales to have a moral at the end...well then, you will simply love it!
Either way...give it a try and let me know what you think.
Like a black Jesus, Denzel appeared to
be waiting to welcome his lambs back into the fold; to be offering redemption.
But deliverance from
sin was not an option , nor was it Denzel’s to offer. Taken from The Owners Volume VI: Blood Sky. This is the volume where everything turns and twists around once more, where what you thought was happening is not what actually happens... Humans are complex characters and that is something I have tried very hard to get across in my books. Sometimes you think you know the very soul of a person, only to be proved wrong at the worst possible time.
My poor characters are finding that truth out...I hope that they have the strength of character to endure what will come to pass.
Happy reading.
Wednesday, 18 September 2013
The Owners, Volume VI : Blood Sky
Now that she was approaching the crux of the matter, she didn’t really know where to begin. Here where she was at with her own personal knowledge? Or further back so that they could all get the wider picture. This volume is flying along and I am already on chapter 7. Don't forget you can find me at the Andromeda One sci-fi convention at The Custard Factory on Saturday, along with a whole host of other authors. I will be selling my books at a discounted rate for the occasion and will sign them for you too! Have a great weekend, whatever you are getting up to!
Well its 11am and I have just finished another chapter of The Owners, Volume VI. This one explained the title choice.
I still think it's strange how I write...how the words just come to me seemingly out of nowhere. But it works and I am grateful for that.
Sometimes I have to dash to find a little scrap of paper just to jot down a line a character has said in my head. When that happens [and it happens a lot] it is always meaningful and I always use the line.
I know that some authors work in the same way and others are more methodical in their approach, writing beginning, middle and end and sometimes not only a synopsis but a breakdown of each and every chapter before they begin. Each to their own is my motto, although I think I would get very bored if I had to write in that way.
Must dash...have to find another little bit of paper... :)
I have had a special invitation extended to me...I have been asked to conduct a book signing at the Women of Year Luncheon and Awards Ceremony, at the Birmingham Hilton Metropole Hotel. I am so thrilled and honoured to have been chosen, not least becauseI never put myself forward for this but was asked to be present. Women from all over Britain will be attending and the A list status of the speakers alone, is enough to make your throat clench in excitement and anticipation! And then there will be little 'ol me doing a book signing! I'm sure the female readers amongst you can imagine what is going through my head, from what to wear to how many books to bring along. And this is on top of the sci-fi book signing I am attending next week! It is brought a realisation to me however. We all have a tendency to think that what is currently going on in our lives is plain to see but the truth is so much deeper. Each of us is involved and intertwined in infinitesimal ways with numerous other lives. So much so that we only ever see the very tip of the iceberg and that often just before we impact it. I have learned that there is much going on behind the scenes that involves me but that I have yet to hear about and I believe that is a universal truth for all of us. So if there is one thing that comes from all of this, it is that you don't know what lies ahead. Just keep the faith. x
Nothing
is right about this situation, Eli thought. Nothing is just. And whatever happens from
this day forward, nothing will ever be completely right again. It would
have been easy to have dismissed such thoughts as after effects of what had so
recently happened with Sam and the indelibly printed images which sprung so
readily to his mind now. But the knowledge burned in his heart. Some things
once done could never be undone.
If you still have not got a signed copy of my books, you will be able to get one at the Andromeda One Sci-Fi convention in Birmingham on Sat 21st September! I'll be looking out for you :)
There will be lots to see and do so don't miss out. Book your ticket now!
I Started writing at half seven this morning. [It is now 2:30 pm] Finished one chapter of book 6. Spell checked the entire book 5, wrote a blog, answered emails and now going to walk the dogs. That's enough for one day don't you think? And here is my daily horoscope :- Not everything has to happen in a hurry. Not every need is urgent, not every promise is pressing. Sometimes we worry far too much about deadlines. We put ourselves under unnecessary pressure. Unless you now have cast iron proof that something won't wait, let it wait! Indeed, even if it won't wait, you may care to ask yourself how much it will matter if it is left unattended. Of the various priorities that need to be identified and honoured, the highest is surely your need to maintain a sense of perspective. Courtesy of Johnathon Cainer. I guess I should have read that first!!!! ;)
He needed to
gather his thoughts. And he needed to put time and distance between where they
were now and where they had been. The temptation to turn back and deal with the
situation was just too great. And so was the probability of failure. He had to
hold fast to that.
Here is a little snippet of the brand new Chapter I
Perhaps he would
never be the same again. Perhaps when he told his brother Noah and Dan and Aaron
what he had seen and now knew to be true, none of them would ever be the same
again. He stumbled over the
ground, eager to be back within the safe confines of his home, back in the
bosom of his family. But he knew that even then this sickness in his soul would
not be purged. Nor could he actually ever let it be. He had to hold fast to it,
hold firm. He owed it to those poor, poor souls. **************** Ah ha...got you there, didn't I? You thought that just because I had started a new book, that I wouldn't also be moving on to Volume VI of the Owners. Do you really think I have a choice? These characters bang around in my head, demanding a voice. There is only so long they can be ignored... So don't worry I will keep you up to date on the saga. Happy reading!
I am the mistress of disguise. Or at lease that's what I have been telling myself recently as I looked back at a ton of old paperwork in various names.
Perhaps I should explain. I was born Carmen Capuano but changed my name to that of my stepfather's at around the age of ten, becoming Carmen Capuano McCammick.
Some years later I got married and became Carmen Capuano McCammick-Hughes but it was not long before this cumbersome name took its toll and was shortened to Carmen Capuano-Hughes [as I had always kept the Capuano as a middle name, it got somewhat upgraded there.]
Then, when I got divorced, it was back to Carmen Capuano. And it is in this name that I have written my series of books The Owners Volumes I-V [Volumes VI-X are still waiting to be written.]
Now as I start another genre of book, one which is more adult themed, I find that once more I need a name change. The Owners books are carefully written and suitable for even pre-teens to read. Not so this new book. And the moral part of me finds that the new title will not sit well in my head alongside my other titles.