Month: April 2015

The Bomber

The Bomber, my debut novel, coming June 24th is now available for pre release order on amazon. You can order the e-book now and have it delivered to your device the minute it becomes available.

Please follow this link to have a look:

http://amzn.com/B00VQHFI9E

If you would prefer the hardcover book it will be available on the above date.

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I would love it if you would add me on goodreads, put The Bomber on your to read list and after you’ve read my debut novel leave a comment on goodreads and amazon.

I hope to have your support and hopefully I can get as many people reading my novel as I can.

Here is the goodreads link:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24910237-the-bomber

Letter to Sylvia

Dear Sylvia

I am sorry it has taken me so long to write again. I have been trying to finish two short stories I am writing for a magazine that has opened it’s doors for submissions.

I have been trying to write something of only a few thousand words but tells a big story. I am caught on the endings. A short story is difficult to tell, especially when the reader has such a limited time to become accustomed to the characters and setting.

I am writing away each night and I am thinking about trying to get up early and do some work then but for all my good intentions I cannot crawl out of bed so early.

A person I know who teaches at the university had his poem win an award. I was able to read his work and apart from my usual jealousy, I cannot bring myself to like what he has written. It is too pompous by far, the man is so wrapped up with his intellectual life he has lost the art of actually creating something worthwhile. Read this example, a stanza I have chosen:

Melting grace of far away reverences,

the crawling race of dirt-men

fall into the river

and pollute the water

their mud, their filth

fill the stream and choke

the clear waters

no one may drink now.

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Well I suppose it is not too bad. It may be that I would kill to work in a university┬áso I look with envy on his work.┬áHe was flown to London last month simply to visit a poets’ conference.

All paid for, including a tour of Ireland.

I met your friend Johanna yesterday. She is still working nights in the mens’ club. She swears she does not have sex with them, only a massage and a hand job. She hates men now, she cannot stand them. It disgusts her to have to see them naked and smell them. It makes her angry when they are rude and demanding. I can only relate to this in that when I worked that job cleaning public toilets, I began to hate people too. Their smells, their noises, once I saw two women steal every toilet paper roll and sneak them out in their handbags.

I continue to look forward to seeing you. I hope the job is going well. It amazes me that they leave you to look after their children while they go away for weeks and weeks. Remember when we were seventeen and we were going to buy a caravan and live on the beach? Our dreams of sitting in the beach and working at what ever job came along for money and I would write and you would paint?

How is your painting going? I never thought writing would be such a struggle. It is worthwhile though. To thrust something you love into such an apathetic universe. To try and create a light and hope it will burn through the wet and windy night.

Write to me soon,

Love,

David.

Letters to Sylvia

Dear Sylvia,

Thank you for inviting me to the summer house. I will be very glad to come. I hear the swimming is nice on the coast where you are and that they have an area fenced off in the ocean for safe swimming. (I am afraid of sharks)

I agree the sun and the salt water is good for health.

Who are the people who own the house? It sounds like a perfect job. You mentioned they have a huge library of books. That will give you time to study and write. I will bring the books I am working on at the moment. I have been going through a very rough patch with my writing all the month. I cannot seem to put down enough words, where I used to be creating 500-1000 a day I am now struggling to reach 300 or so. It rained here where I am and it is starting to get cold so I will be very glad to be in the warm weather with you.

I cannot wait to bicycle to town with you. The place sounds very nice, how far is the ride? sixteen kilometers each way? Good ride. Swimming, bicycling, eating at that restaurant in the bay, shopping in the farmers market and endless books. I am very glad to know you.

I will write again tomorrow and I will see you next week.

love, David