The Hardest Part about Writing is… by Virginia Crow – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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The hardest part about writing is…

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I realised a long time ago that I wanted to be a writer, and even longer ago that my head was absolutely full of stories. In fact, some of the stories I write now owe a lot to the stories I made up when I was at school. But, my writing is still my second job, despite the fact it occupies my mind constantly.

This leads me onto what I have found to be the hardest part of writing.

I believe in the need for inspiration. I have heard it said that there is no such thing as writer’s block, but I write when I’m inspired and struggle to write more than a few lines at any other time. But my inspiration always seems to come at the worst possible time!

As a general rule of thumb, I write my best work when I am stealing minutes at a time, because this is always when the muse descends! Why is it that inspiration does that? I work as a private music teacher, starting my days at 2pm, so most of my writing is done in the mornings. But, usually, I get inspired when I am just about to start teaching. Grrr!

There are also certain books, like my Caledon series, which I cannot switch-off from. That means there are some writings I can only pen at weekends and holidays.

On the plus side, I have a very obsessive nature, so events like NaNoWriMo suit me perfectly. And this is when Baptism of Fire was created. Determined to gain all the badges I could, I managed to complete the novel within those thirty days. 2019 was the first year I had taken part, because I knew I would get hooked! And I was right, but I did get to finish my novel as part of that, for which I felt very proud of myself!

To read this, you would think my job as a teacher may have put a spanner in the works for my writing, but actually it is the exact opposite. It is only while I have been able to run the two things side-by-side that I’ve produced my best writing.

So, while finding time to write is (for me) the hardest part of being a writer, the end product makes it worth putting up with!

Kevin gripped Jilly’s coat and his voice became little more than a whisper. “I’m cursed, Jilly. Everyone who looks after me dies in a fire, or someone they love does. I don’t know how to stop it.”

When Rev. Alastair Roberts adopts Kevin Alderman, he dismisses any reference to the boy’s curse. But, as the pair spend more time in each other’s company, it becomes apparent that Kevin is not the only one with a bitter past.

As the past continues to haunt them, can they hope to change their future?

Enjoy an Excerpt

“Where’s Kevin?” He looked around the room, panic seeping into him, but he forced himself to keep smiling. “Tuck in,” he continued. “I’ll just go find him.”

He squeezed past the gathered people, but Trish stopped him at the door.

“Are you alright, Vicar?” she asked, her voice clipped but her tone caring.

“I’m just going to find Kevin,” he explained.

“Did he do it?”

“Do what?” Alastair asked, confusion on his face.

“That,” she said, pointing at the dresser.

“No,” Alastair whispered, staring at the array of crossed out photographs. He didn’t know whether the word was in answer to Trish’s question or a statement of disbelief. Perhaps it was both. He took the door handle and put all his weight onto it.

“Do you want me to go find him?” she asked. “He’ll just be outside.”

“No, I’ll go. But would you do something for me?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at the other people.

“Yes. What is it?”

“Don’t make a fuss, just take them down.”

Trish placed her hand on his arm and nodded across at him. Alastair stepped out of the room and back over to the French windows, then out into the garden. The sudden change from clear electric lights into the darkness took his eyes a moment to adjust, and he stood still for a time, waiting for them to focus.

“Kevin?” he called softly. There were one or two people still standing by the bonfire, smokers mainly, but Kevin wasn’t with them.

About the Author:Virginia grew up in Orkney, using the breath-taking scenery to fuel her imagination and the writing fire within her. When she’s not writing, Virginia is usually to be found teaching music. She believes wholeheartedly in the power of music, especially as a tool of inspiration. She also helps out with the John o’ Groats Book Festival which is celebrating its 4th year next April.

Virginia lives in the far-flung corner of Scotland, soaking in inspiration from the rugged cliffs and miles of sandy beaches.

She loves cheese, music and films, but hates mushrooms.

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