The Fiction Cafe Book Club

The Fiction Cafe – Book Club

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In just a year a lot has happened.

I may not have achieved the target blog followers I aimed for. I may not have been as active as I wanted to be on my blog. What I have achieved has been amazing!

In Jan, I met a lovely lady by chance in a book group on Facebook. We went on to start our own after rude admins didn’t agree with a simple suggestion.

In just 8 months we have a group with just under 4’000 members!

We have been blown away with how wonderful our members are. We have reading challenges, book discussions, a group feature called ‘Authors LIVE”.  New and published authors chat and answer members questions live on the group. We have competitions and weekly discussion threads.

Not only that! We now have an exclusive writers group for members of the Fiction Cafe.

A busy few months but such an amazing ride! The Fiction Cafe -Book Club

If you love reading why don’t you come over and join us at The Fiction Cafe – Book Club!

The Fiction Cafe Book Club

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The Fiction Café Facebook Group

I started writing my novel after my holiday to Cornwall in the summer of 2016. I read during some of the ‘research’ into becoming a writer that to be a good writer you need to read more in the genre you intend to write in.

I did what any other writer with no time does and created a Facebook group for other coffee lovers and bookworms!

It is a very new, relaxed group where we share our love for coffee and books! (…and other hot beverages!)
We will be sharing our favourite books, you can post questions, ask for recommendations and discuss and review books that you have finished.
We will be hosting Reading Challenges throughout the year and events will be organised where the challenges can be discussed.

If you have any ideas for the group feel free to contact an admin.
We are a new group still finding our feet!
Please come and support us at The Fiction Café

Madison

Daily Prompt – Marathon

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I try to pry my eyes open while the persistent ringing throws echoes into my ears making my head hurt. I open my eyes enough to flail my arm at the snooze button. I know I need to get out of bed straight away this morning but it’s not very inspiring when I can hear the rain splashing against the window pane. It sounds like a waterfall and realises the guttering still needs to be cleared. Instead of getting up, I wrap the quilt tightly around me to grasp sleep again and to reclaim the warmth lost after the cold air rushed through the quilt. I snuggle into the pillow and try to drop back off and make the most of the next 9 minutes.

I ponder why the snooze button was even invented… it’s just an unnecessary button. There to tease parents into insecurity… I should just set the alarm ten minutes later and not torture myself with the sound. If it were never invented people would be up in time for work and not desperately try to cling on to the last few minutes of quiet bliss. I sigh as I remember, the floorboards will creak, activating the wooden alarm which will no doubt awaken the little ones who are always too keen to get out of bed…

I fling back the covers and press off on the alarm. It’s time for the marathon task of the school run!

via Daily Prompt: Marathon

NaNoWriMo | November is the Start of Something Big!

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November is National Novel Writing Month. I decided to write a book a little over three months ago and have thrown myself into the world of writers and authors full on and at full speed. It is something I have always wanted to do but never felt the confidence to be able to go ahead and chase the dream.The inspirational time came when I was sat talking to my daughter in a launderette while folding our summer clothes on holiday in Cornwall. I told her that I wanted to write a book. She looked at me with a frown and puzzled look. “You have never wanted to do that”. Well, actually she was wrong. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do but never looked into it. The fact that I had spoken about this dream out loud was the stepping stone I needed to do it. I can’t tell someone I want to do it and not even attempt to go for it.

Once we arrived home from our holiday I opened an account with WordPress and started this blog which was the first stepping stone to start a dream!

Fast-forward three months and we are at the start of NaNoWriMo.  I’m on day 4 of what will be a crazy, busy, stressful month of sitting at my laptop writing the transcript for my first book ‘Forgotten Memories’ It has been pretty smooth going so far. I’ve hit my goals each day for my word counts and I’m actually feeling it’s going pretty smoothly! I am fitting in a couple of hours a day and slowly chipping away at a 50’000 word novel as I shovel sand into a box to build sandcastles later once I edit. (I love that quote!) In fact, I have totally smashed my word counts! At this rate, I will be writing an 80’000 word novel!

It’s exciting! I’m actually writing! I feel I’m doing well and I have three people who will be offering critique once the first draft is written and edited.

So anyone reading this who thinks they want to write a novel, DO IT! I wish I had started years ago and hadn’t waited so long to follow a dream!

Tell me about your NaNo journey and your dreams!

 

Madison Ward!

Flash Fiction – Morning Coffee

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I pick up my Latte in one hand lacing my fingers around the handle and cradle it with the other. I take small sips while peering over the top. He is exquisite. Tall, tanned with short brown hair that is flicked to the side. Dark brown piercing eyes. He wears a suit jacket that reaches his belt and underneath black trousers, white shirt with the top two buttons undone. He is ridiculously wet from the rain and I notice a small drop of water make its way down a strand of hair and splash onto the papers he is organising.  As he leans over the kitchen worktop, his trousers tighten around his rear giving a perfectly rounded form.

As I glance at him ruffling the papers around I feel he has captured me at the wrong moment as I admire his firm arm muscles through his jacket. He glances at me sideways, smiling revealing a dimple, as he realises he caught me admiring him.

“Are you okay Lucy?” he says with a wry smile

“Yes, of course.”  I’m not giving anything away.

He looks back to the papers, collecting them together and declares they are ready for signing. He walks over to me and shows me where to sign. Taking the pen he holds out, I slide the papers toward me as I watch him, watching me.  Putting his hands into his pockets and staring at me, smiling, making me feel very vulnerable.

“You understand what these means don’t you Lucy?”

“Uh-huh,”  I reply without looking at him, I sip my coffee. I read them over slowly and deliberately as he awaits my answer. I sign where he has put a small cross and pass them back to him.  He takes the pen from me and brushes his hand across mine, pausing deliberately as I flush with excitement.

I look up with confidence replacing my embarrassment,  “It means I’m going to be working really hard as your PA. You’ve made a deal here that I can’t refuse but there is one question I need to ask.”

“Of course, ask away”

“The overtime, I assume that is outside of working hours and unpaid.” I’m not that kind of girl.

He smiles and steps towards me. He places his right hand on my cheek, sliding his fingers through my hair and behind my ear as he leans in close to me.  I can feel his breath on my face. “That my beautiful is expected with no pay! You, my love, are far from what you are suggesting. You are my reward for a hard day at work” He leans in and kisses me as I lead him toward the stairs.