That First Rejection Letter

I got it!

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And it hurt, it really did!

I didn’t realise how bad I would feel, even though it’s just one, but, now, I sit and think that it’s just another step in my journey.

What does make me feel better though, is a post on Cristian Mihai’s blog – about famous, best-selling authors who got rejected – that I found early on in my wordpress endeavor. I bookmarked it so that I could always go back to it. And it reminds you that authors like J.K. Rowling, Dr.Seuss, Hemingway, and H.G. Wells all got rejected numerous times before the worlds they created became the worlds many people grew up with.

The Wizarding World got rejected twelve times!

I think it’s also really important to remember that when your submitting, that agents are just human, and as Agatha Christie got 500 rejections (and we all know where she ended up), they can make mistakes or overlook something that may actually work.

And, if Agatha didn’t give up after 500, I don’t think anyone can justify giving up after 1!

There’s also a quote that I found this year, a quote that I make sure I have close to me when I write, just to remind myself of something really important!

‘Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self’ – Cyril Connoly

So, even if I get to 500, I want to remember that I’m writing these novels and stories to see how my characters end up (because I can plan the whole thing and it can go the complete other way), and to experience journeys in to new lands without needing to leave my house!

So, keep going,

Keep submitting,

And most of all,

Just keep writing…

Jade x

To Fly… Would It Not Be Wonderful

Short story inspired by writing.prompt.s


So, in our world, half of the people born in a year can fly, and the other half can’t. It’s as simple as that.

And, the only way you can find out; is if you jump from a height that will surely kill you!

It sounds a bit macabre, I know, but my people know what their doing. They know if your that half that can fly. I promise.

My father can fly; my mother, maybe she can, but she never tried; my older sister can fly too, but my younger brother has no interest in it, not yet anyway. He likes having his two feet on the ground at all times, whilst I… I love to be in the air.

Whether I’m sitting on a plane, jumping in to a pool or doing the high jump in school, I just love the air brushing against me.

I’m sixteen years old now, the youngest you can be to find out your fait in this world; and about to jump off the white cliff of Dolin. It’s the cliff both my father and my sister jumped off, the one they glided from, unwilling from that day on to keep their feet on the ground.

I’ve never wanted to keep my feet on the ground. The wind has always given me a thrill, the feeling of it in my hair and brushing past my finger tips have always excited me. I knew from the day I jumped in to a diving pool that the air was built for me, to glide and fly…

I remember I sky dived once… The closest I’d come to flying before my time. I felt myself float, just as my father said he did. It had felt amazing. I can still remember the wind blowing in my face. I’d stretched my arms out and screamed in to the air in delight. I’d felt the air pick me up.

I’d begged the man behind me not to pull the chute, to let us glide down on to the ground, but such things are not allowed. The man had laughed, and in my ear, he’d said ‘Not today’.

The parachute would open as planned and we would fall to the ground slowly. I was mesmerised by that which surrounded us, by the endless land that some witnessed every day.

That moment is what I will imagine now as I step over the cliff.

My father is at the bottom, cheering for me to jump. My mother is stood behind him.

She won’t look at me, refusing until my feet have touched the ground, but I have already decided that she would never never see me again, because from this moment on, my feet will never touch solid ground.

I will fly to dinner, I will fly to school, I will keep myself in the air where I am meant to be. It is what I am made for…

I close my eyes, take a deep breath in as my father taught me, open my arms out to the world and jump. I feel the wind instantly, pushing in to me, easing it’s way through my splayed fingers, my lungs breathing in the purest of airs, filling my chest with the urges to glide, to do as my father does.

My father is still cheering, I can hear him in the wind, I think my mother has joined him. I smile, perhaps I am gliding already.

My eyes flicker, but the wind keeps them shut. There’s no worry. My father said this would happen, that I had to breath and picture myself in the air, to picture myself flying.

The moment I feel like an open parachute, for the moment I will begin to glide, to fly…

But the moment does not come…

My mothers not cheering…

She’s screaming…


This was fun to write, I hope it’s fun to read too! It seems the poor sixteen year old will fly, but not the way she expected!

Prompts can be a writers most important resource, and get you out of the writing slumps you find yourself in!

It helps you develop different types of writing styles, helps you try out different tenses and even lets you explore genres you perhaps wouldn’t think of writing in.

It also inspires you. It can lead to a paragraph, a short story, a chapter or even a full-blown novel! You can make a prompt your own. You could have a hero, a villain or a by-stander as your star, it doesn’t matter, as long as you write it the way you want to…

Just Keep Writing guys 🙂

First Batch of Submissions Sent!

So, just a quick little update! And for me to document this momentous day!
Today, the 8th June 2017, I sent my first finished novel to some agents!

I thought I’d feel better, but the nerves are already bubbling inside of me, and although, I’m a pretty patient person, I think this wait may be one of the hardest of my life so far!

Now, I’ve told myself I’m not allowed to even look at my novel because I know, that despite the amount of times I’ve looked over it, I will find something wrong with it and just make myself feel bad!

So, to keep my mind from it, my aim for the rest of June is to try and put a dent in my TBR pyle!

And I’m also going to continue writing the second novel in my quadrilogy, and start planning out a new novel I’m hoping to complete for Nanowrimo! I’ve always tried, but never successfully completed one so hopefully 2017 is the year of success!

Although, if it’s not, I’ll take it on the chin and try even harder next year!

Just keep writing guys!

When Do You Know Your Novel Is Finished?

This blog post is a bit late. Oops
However, the title of it explains the reason why quite simply. Oops again.

The hardest part of writing a novel is knowing when to stop. When is it ready for the world; For the agents and the publishers your itching to send it too; When have you finished what you set out to do.

The simple answer is the worst answer ever: Never.

No matter how much time you put in to a manuscript, how much world building and character building and editing you do, no matter how many times you rewrite, it is never going to be perfect. In an instagram post, I said that knowing when to stop was the hardest thing, but you have to do it sometime. I may need to learn to practice what I preach…

I’ve recently started on my second book, and I found it so easy to write the way I wanted it to go that I almost panicked a little, worried that I wasn’t portraying the characters correctly. It made me go back, to re-read it, and after convincing myself that re-writing wasn’t the answer, I decided to edit it one last time.

I realised that it was something else bothering me as well. The basis of my story focuses on prophecies, prophecies I weren’t sure worked, but during the night, when I work, I have loads of times to think about it (and doubt myself), and it’s when I realised that I had all the elements there and I just had to put it in to words. It fitted with everything that had happened, everything that’s going to happen and something I was even unsure about.

So, about fifteen thousand more words later, I think I need to send it away before I ruin it.

I still want to rewrite the whole thing, but it’s only because I worry others won’t love it like I do. But! This month, I am sending it away. I poured my heart in to this book and hopefully, even if they think it’s terrible, they can see that.

So, when do you know your novel is finished? You don’t. I’m sure that even published writers have things they wished they’d changed, even J.K Rowling wishes she’d shipped Hermione with Harry rather than Ron. So, just know, that even the writers you look up to still regret things they’ve written, even when it’s been published for nearly twenty years!

So, once you finished it, send it. You may get a load of rejections, but you may just get a letter saying they want to see more of the world you created!

Just keep writing… Or don’t, you know what I mean…

The Space between Finishing and Submitting your Manuscript

In the book writing world, there is a common ground that every writer will go through, and that is all the work between finishing your manuscript and submitting it to an agent or publisher.

It’s the time where you decide whether your want to be self-published, or go the more traditional route of submitting your manuscript to an agent or publisher, and receiving all those beautiful rejection letters.

If you go this route, it’s time to start writing your synopsis and your cover letter and all those other things that agents and publishers want you to include. I’ll talk about these things in another post, when I know what I’m talking about, but essentially, a synopsis is an overview or sort-of summary of your story, and a cover letter is different depending on who you are submitting it to.

With a literary agent, they take you on and sell your work for you, whilst it’s slightly harder to submit to publishers as you have to sell yourself and many of them don’t take unsolicited manuscripts or new authors. I’m not saying it’s pointless, because you never know what’s going to happen, and there may be that one publisher who thinks yes, this looks good, let’s go with it.

For me, I’ve decided to go the more traditional route; and to help me in my research of the literary agents and publishers willing to take on a book like mine, I purchased the ‘Writers and Artists Yearbook 2017 on Amazon UK. It has motivational articles including ones on Copyright Law, Tax, Publishing Agreements, E-publishing and Publishing news and trends that are revised and updated every year. It also has pages on writing, editing, proofing, synopsis writing, cover letters and self-publishing.

In short, J.K Rowling said that it is “Full of useful stuff“.

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It also has lists upon lists of agents and publishers for books, theater, TV, film, radio, magazine, art and illustrations, and a whole section on self-publishing!

So far, I’ve read a few of the articles and gone through the list of agents, highlighting the ones who favor the genre of my book, and then done a little more research on them. Most of the agents have websites, which I recommend you go to, because you never know if their still in practice or if their condition of submissions have changed since the book was published. It also gives you a better insight in to what the agency is about, and what their looking for rather than the small paragraph featured in the book.

The book makes it so much easier to find the type of agent your looking for, but there are websites with lists of agents on them too, but it does mean that you could spend hours on the web trying to find those ones that a truly legit, and that don’t make you pay a reading fee. FYI, proper agents will never make you pay a reading fee for your book so don’t fall for it. A lot of the agents websites that I have gone too, and that feature in the book do not ask for a reading fee and many of them believe that it should never be asked for. There are probably some fantastic online resources with lists of agents and publishers, but I think a printed copy just makes me more motivated.


I hope you guys will join me on my journey to publication, with a bit of rejection here and there. And, if your currently writing, editing or in the same space as me at the moment, that you share your journeys too! It will probably be the challenge of a lifetimes, but when you finally succeed, it will all be worth it.

Here’s to the hardest bit of all though, the synopsis! Cheers!

Finding Inspiration in Ibiza

Sun, sea and steps in to the depths! This is the inspiration you can find in Ibiza!

I found so much inspiration in Ibiza and I had to share it!

Whether it’s for a current work in progress, a new novel or a short story, I think a photo can inspire a scene, which in turn can inspire a whole book.

A photo is just a snapshot in time, but if you didn’t take it, there’s a whole host of things that could have led up to it. This means that a simple photo of a lighthouse on an island, in the middle of the sea, could belong to an old hermit called Genny Bee, who deliberately crashes ships in to the rocks so he can kill the crew and steal the oranges!

Someone once said, a photo can say a thousand words!

This time last year, I was getting ready to go and tick a couple things off my bucket list! Ibiza and paragliding! It’s one of the most beautiful and inspirational places I’ve ever been, and if you ever have the chance to go, I definitely recommend it.

Hopefully, all the photos I took will help inspire you in some way!

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This is the first photo I took whilst on the coach to the hotel. For most of the holiday, we stayed near the bay, but we did go in to Ibiza’s old town for a day trip. It was full of culture and Spanishness. Beautiful in every way possible!

Here are some of the beautiful sunsets we witnessed!

The following is some photo’s I took whilst on a sunset cruise! Sadly though, just as the sun started to set, the clouds rolled in. It probably would have been beautiful.

On the sunset cruise, I saw the following. I think it could inspire a story all on its own. An old staircase in to the deepest depths of the ocean!

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The following is just some more photos, some taken from the balcony and others taken on San-Antonio Bay as me and my friends explored.

Here are some Panaromic photo’s I took on the hotels beach.

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The lady, who gave us a tour around Ibiza Old Town, told us that there was something about Ibiza that kept pulling her back, and after going there and experiencing it, I’m not surprised. It’s somewhere I would go back to every time if I could, there’s just something about it that you can’t explain!

I hope you liked this little inspirational post, and can find some motivation in the photo’s I’ve shared!

I Finished my Novel…

I’ve been writing for years, and although, I’ve made tons of first drafts, I’ve finally finished a peice that I am happy to share! It took seven years, god knows how many drafts and 105,477 words to finish and I can’t explain how fulfilled I feel.

Now, my next aim is to get it published.

I’m not sure if I’m ready for the rejection letters to start coming, but even world-class authors were rejected at first, so maybe I have a chance!

Although, it does depend on whether or not I find the right words to put in to a synopsis. I’m sure someone said once that writing is a breeze compared to writing the synopsis…

However, I’ll be sure to share it with all of you! Here’s to the next step. Hopefully it doesn’t take as long this time!

Although for the moment, I’m going to try and rest my brain, read some books and maybe start writing the next tale in the story.

Inspiration on The Shore

The water is one of the greatest sculptures of our time!

I think the shore is one of the best places to find inspiration. The sea and the tide mean

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the land is always changing and always being sculpted in to something different!

It’s also a great place to walk the dogs and explore all the caves and holes the sea carves out for you!

It inspires me to no end when I go there and makes me remember that nature creates beautiful things – like these pebbles!

It also plays a part in my Adult fantasy book, and will forever remind me of my Serpents Cove and the Rocky Shore!

Here is just a load of photo’s, of the sun setting, the rock formations, the crevices, the small caves, the rocks, the sand and the water (and a Springer Spaniel thrown in for good measure).

The Final Draft – Some Editing Tips!

So, I’m (hopefully) in the final drafts of my first finished novel! It’s taken a while to get right, and it’s only now as I edit my last piece that I’m starting to think that it could be good enough!

I went through the motion a while back of thinking that my story was boring and didn’t have enough depth,or that people wouldn’t have the same love of the characters as I do, but this last edit has been so revealing and I’ve developed things I never thought I would develop, and even some of my characters have surprised me! (One of them made me cry…)

I’ve learned a lot about editing whilst doing it and can honestly say that the time varies. It can take three drafts to complete or it can take nine (mine leaning towards the latter), it all depends on the holes in your plot and your characters and whether or not writers block comes to visit.

The following are just some tips I’ve learned whilst editing, and some tips from the writersdigest and creativepen that I think really help:

  • Let the manuscript rest

I think this tip is the most important! Once you’ve finished writing your book, take a break from it and don’t go straight in to editing. Stephen King does it and just look at the wonders he creates! Go away from it. Maybe start a new novel, write some short stories, develop some ideas or do all the things you haven’t done yet because you spent all your spare time writing! You will come back with a clear head and be able to see all those plot holes and problems you didn’t see when you wrote it first, and you’ll be able to make it more cohesive.

  • Try and print out your manuscript

I know for some, this can be hard, but if you have access to a printer whether it be at home or at a library, printing out your manuscript makes it easier to read. It also allows you to write edits down on the page and means you can use sticky tabs, washi tapes or highlighters to make it easier for you to distinguish chapters or viewpoints etc.

My current piece has two places it takes part in, and to make sure I even out the chapters right and don’t have too many chapters from the same place one after each other, each of the corners have washi tapes to help me distinguish my adventurous group from my homebodies.

  • Using Word processors to edit

For those who can’t print it out, Word processors have track changes and the ability to highlight and add comments! Most word processors also have the ability to find typos and spelling mistakes, and you can easily use find and replace to change place names or character names, or replace those typos you find littering your words when you really were in the moment!

Also, some advice when you come to editing, it’s so much easier to keep it all on one file, and have a page between the chapters. It can easily look like a load of paragraphs as you scroll down without any proper breaks between them!

  • Take breaks

Remember to take breaks when you edit, keep yourself fueled and hydrated and give your mind a rest every now and then. You could watch a movie, a TV show, read a book, play a game, just distract yourself for a bit. Too much editing all at once can make you doubt what you’ve written even more, when really, it’s absolutely fine!

  • Find your place to edit

Find our the best place for you to edit. Sometimes I switch between the busyness of my downstairs and then the quietness of my bedroom. I become so engrossed in my story sometimes that it doesn’t matter if I have the TV on in the background, or the hustle and bustle of home life happening around me, but its different for every person.

For some, they have to be out of their house, sat in a cafe or a pub, and for others, they need to sit in their bedroom or office!

  • Keep a writing journal, spare paper or folder handy

Sometimes an idea will strike you as you edit one chapter for another chapter later down the line, or maybe you’ve changed something that will effect a later chapter. It’s always handy to have a notebook with you, and keep all your notes in one place.

  • Let someone else read it

It could be beta readers, or it could be your mum. It gives you an insight in to how someone else might take it, and be ready for any criticism their probably going to give you!

  • Be original

Don’t write like J.K Rowling, or George R.R. Martin, write like you! It gives the reader world something new because no one writes like you do.

And watch your prose, sometimes your style can overwhelm your content. Sometimes words can be too beautiful. An author called Georges Simeon once said whilst reading a piece “That’s a beautiful sentence, cut it”

  • Character development

Make sure all of your characters have a bit of depth to them and try and show that their three dimensional people. A great tip I’ve found is to write the characters back story, you could write about where they were born, who their relatives are, about what they like and dislike.

Even without writing it in your story, if you have better knowledge on what happened to your characters before, it can show in your writing and help you with developing your characters once you start editing.

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  • Don’t be afraid

Look at editing as colouring a picture you drew. You can colour it however you like, you can add bits and you can erase bits, and, if you need to re-write a whole chapter, or add another, do it! Even in my final drafts, I’ve added new chapters. Half way through my editing process, I added a whole new story that I had to integrate with my old one, making sure that all the chapters slotted into place.

Don’t ever worry about how many drafts it takes you to get it right. Sometimes first drafts can be near perfect and others far from it. Writing a novel is the easiest part, it’s all the things that come after your first draft that make you want to pull your hair out!

The Joust (Ryans Squire Story)

They had passed over a rocky river and her leg had slipped. From there on, lameness had over took the old mare. A young Ryan Crye, a red headed squire to the great Sir Trent, a Kings Knights, had found himself almost begging his Lord for them to stop, to let her rest before they got to the Kings tournament, but the Knight had no compassion for such things. If she could not keep up, she would be disposed of.

The young squire had considered leaving her in one of the inns, just until they passed back through, but when he had asked, the Knight had said it would be a waste. He was not willing to spend his money on the old mare; he would rather spend it on the whores. Ryan had considered leaving her in a camp they had erected on the fourth night. It was safe from wolves and bears, and was one they would pass through on their way home. However, when he had left her, she had followed him.

The mare had never liked being alone, and she must have thought the pain worth it to stay with her young rider. Even if she would never make it.

It had been an early morning when she had fallen for the last time. She laid there on her side, her breathing was heavy, but it was constant. The mare was trying so hard not to give up, to keep herself alive for the boy she was so worried would turn in to his superior if he cared about no one else, but himself.

The squire, her rider, her Ryan, sat with her in her last moments. Moments that would have come much later if the Knight had not slit her throat.

“Horses die just like men, we move on” the Knight said. There was no compassion, no respect.

The mare had once belonged to him, but he had turned old and nasty; or maybe he had always been that way. Ryan had looked up at him once, but now, he could not help but feel ashamed. How had he not seen what this man was truly like. He’d left his father, a coward, a beater, to follow someone he thought was different.

Ryan walked the rest of the way, following in the back of the Knights procession. The Kings tournament would only last four days, but still the Knight had taken his whole house with him.

He had his cook to ensure the meat was not poisoned, his three servants to make sure his weaponry was sharp, his two young handmaidens to ensure his tent was clean (amongst other things), his stable hand to ensure his horse was looked after, and Ryan for everything else. They had also acquired another on their travel, a blonde headed whore who took a delight in sitting on the back of the Knights horse with her small arms wrapped around him.

She had taken notice of Ryan, sometimes flinging herself at him when she thought the Knight did not look, but he had no need or want of her. The Knight did not care if his squire shared his whore, but he had got so lazy on his choosing’s as of late, that his dick was spotted and his balls were red. As beautiful as the whore was, Ryan did not want to share such things with his Lord.

The tournament had only just begun when they rode in. Tents had been erected all around the Kings field, the castle dominating the skyline. The Knights tent had already been erected before they had arrived, and the servants made quick work to make it to the Knights liking. Before he had settled, the Knight had pushed Ryan in the direction of the stable, telling him and the stable hand to pick out a horse. He told him to get something young, sturdy, something that would aid both him and the Knight during the tournament if his black steed ever fell.

He had not wanted to choose another, not so soon, but as the Kings stable hand, an old grey headed man had showed him what was on offer, Ryan strayed towards a blue colt. It had looked at him curiously and he had looked back at it. There was something about the way the colt held himself, something Ryan could not explain or understand.

“He is a fine horse with a soft heart. If you show him compassion young Sir, he will give you his all” the grey haired man said as he walked up behind him. His own stable hand grimaced at the thought of the horse, there was something about it he did not like, but then maybe he had been around the Knight far too much to care about helping a quiet soul. Despite his obvious annoyance, Ryan chose the colt.

The horse was six years old and his name was Bezel.

The Knight had not cared for him, just as the stable hand had said, but like I said the Knight did not care for much these days.

King of the kingdom, Rhyne Collonau, did not take part in the tournament, knowing that the men would let him win. Anyhow, the King’d had his fill of war, of fighting. He was happy to watch, to spectate the lives of his followers.

He had seen the Knight arrive, as always, with a procession of people; followed by a young Ryan Crye. He looked like his father, but despite his name and his likeness, he fought like a warrior, held himself like a young Knight. He had already competed in and wan five sparring games with older men before the first day ended. He was no coward like his father.

The Knight had won his seventh jousting match by noon on the second day. He was in the lead, and would most probably again, be top of the board by the tournaments end.

It was on the third day that Ryan took part in his first joust. He could feel the adrenaline running through him as he’d adorned the armor. It was not steel like the Knights, but the poles were much duller, less likely to kill. He could feel Bezels excitement as he mounted him. He enjoyed being ridden, to run -just as much as Ryan did. Ryan remembered running at the horse, remembered putting his jousting pole down, but then it had cracked, stabbing the other horse in the chest. It fell and the rider toppled on to the ground.

Bezel had stopped in his tracks, throwing Ryan off the top of him and causing him to do a roll in the air before hitting the ground. He had looked up, his head spinning as people had rushed to them. The other horse was dead, and the man had smacked his head on the fence between them; death would come later for him.

The Knight had been both impressed and disappointed. Disappointed more that he had fallen from his horse. It had not been Ryans fault, the man’s horse had tripped and fallen towards the pole, but still the Knight had congratulated him. It was not the first man the squire had led to death, and it would not be his last, but it was not one he had intended. The man had been in his forties, his wife had cheered him on at the side. They had come for the fun of it, to be a part of the Kings celebrations, not to die. The Knight had already considered taking the crying widow back to his tent, it was the first thing that had popped in to his mind. She could be Ryan’s prize once he he’d had his fill.

The blue colt had not moved. His feet were firmly stuck in place. Ryan had been helped up by two men he couldn’t remember the faces off, instead, his eyes were transfixed on the man next to him. Silently, he begged the Gods he did not believe in to let him live, for his daughters and sons to keep their father, but then the Knight would slap the frozen horse on the arse. It would bolt, smashing right in to the Knights black stallion who stood awaiting his turn.

In a fit of pure rage, the Knight drew his sword, heading for the pile of horse. Bezel was the first to stand and, as the Knight raised his sword, he brought it down on the colt, only for another to smack it away. It was the last time the Knight would ever have a squire called Ryan Crye. Ryan swiped his sword to the right, hitting the Knights hands and making him drop the steel sword he’d considered stealing once. The Knight had never had many words, only actions, but as he went to grab Ryan, to bestow upon him the things only legend said he could, Ryan held his sword to his throat.

“Goodbye my Lord” Ryan said. He considered ramming the sword through his neck, he may have had the Knight not took a step back. Ryan turned and flung himself on to Bezel. He could not stay here; he could not squire for a man so full of hatred.

He would return home to his father, to his house.

The King had watched quietly. Many men had stood up to Sir Trent, but never had a man made him step away. It was the day the King had decided that the Crye family name would not go down as the ones who had fled from the great war, but be one of the ones who would save the Kingdom from the threat that was so far away.


This is a little insight in to some back story of my current WIP. I wanted to write it so I knew a bit more about a secondary character. Sometimes they only talk to you when you write about them.

Until next time guys,

Just Keep Writing,

Jade x