I first glimpsed the girl as a small bundle wrapped in the sergeant’s cloak. “What do you have for me?” I asked. It was my turn to take the fourth watch, midnight to dawn; a quiet night, until now. Moonlight spilled through the doorway as the sergeant carried the bundle into the Infirmary and gently set the girl on the wooden examining table. “We’d crossed into Rahesh on a raid, Honored Healer,” the sergeant said. She’d pushed her helmet up on top of her head and unlaced her cuirass; the iron strips clinked. A runnel of sweat bisected the soot on her forehead. “We heard her crying. The bastards had tied her to an altar, and...” She looked away.
“Stay here, Finola,” Padraigh directed. Giving me orders again. I was fed up with him. “Wait til I tell you.” But I kept silent and stayed in the cave, shivering with cold. I admit, the man usually had the best intentions. He wanted to protect me. And he’d warned me slave-catchers from Rahesh were eager to sell me to the auctioneers. As if I didn’t know that already. But if the riders I’d seen were slave-catchers, I was sure they were gone now. And what did he think he could do with just a knife and gladius against armed horsemen? I argued that my song-weaving magic was more than a match for any Raheshi slave-catcher, but Padraigh insisted it was a man’s duty to protect a woman, any woman. So I swallowed my objections and waited for his signal....
My earliest memory of reading was going to the library with my mum when I was a toddler to pick my books for the month. My mum is an avid reader and she encouraged our love of reading. The trip was always the same, an hour in the library picking out books, then a play in the park opposite, followed by a picnic. These are some of the most vivid and enjoyable memories I have of childhood. Little did I know at the time that this reading and analysing of text would help me as an author in later life. The book I have started writing this month is a young adult, dystopian. A large amount of my reading in adult life has been young adult, dystopian. Each of these books has taught me a different skill for my writing.
Can you imagine if your imagination was used against you? I have written a large number of murder stories, I would be in a lot of trouble. Recently I read, a story Amanda Knox published in college was used as a sign of her criminal mind in her murder trial. The story was about date rape. What if this happened to all writers? The truth is luckily few of us with have our stories used as evidence in a murder trial. However, to be successful there needs to be elements of truth behind what we write, to make it authentic. Even if you are a fantasy writer, this matters. You need to write authentic characters, that resonate with your readers.
Fiction is notoriously hard to market. However, there are many authors that make a good living from writing fictions. Many platforms are moving towards non-fiction articles. Medium is one platform, that has clearly moved away from fiction and poetry. If you are serious about writing you have to adapt and change. If you are a fiction writer or poet what can you do?
As some of you will know, I have been looking at different ways to market my fiction work. I wrote about the variety of options open to writers. No More Duplicate Content, It’s Time to Think Outside of the Box Three solutions, to the curveball Medium, threw us last week.medium.com I strongly believe that fiction and poetry are slowly being made redundant on Medium. I don’t say this as a bad thing, as stated before, this is Medium’s prerogative to change things.