Friday, December 16, 2016

Rachel Adair ~ guest post and her novel ~ Inheritance

TITLE: Inheritance
RELEASE DATE: September 30, 2016
AUTHOR: Rachel Adair
KEYWORDS: Fantasy, self discovery, the supernatural, malevolence, elemental force, Celtic Lore, Northern Ireland, Tower, woodland, mother nature
CATEGORIES: Fantasy/Action & Adventure
ISBN: 978-1536857887
IMPRINT: Chimera

What had once been forgotten, will again emerge, like a whisper from afar playing upon the autumnal winds...Akasha.

Alhanna is devastated by the violent loss of her loving parents. Alone and submerged in a torturous grief she learns of an Inheritance. An estate in Northern Ireland, dominated by a monstrous Tower, what awaits inside may unlock her destiny. Yet a dark malevolent force pursues her as she begins on her journey of self discovery, into the world of the supernatural...

There stands a delicate balance between the five elements, one which is in constant turmoil.
What has once been forgotten, will again emerge, like a whisper from afar playing upon the autumnal winds..... Akasha.

Guest Post:

I think when it comes to writing for me it's all about confidence. I always enjoyed creative writing within school, although with varying levels of success. The older I got the more passionate I became about the whole process. After winning a poetry competition, I felt great and began to write a short story, the same thing over and over. I was sat one day in the car waiting for my mum in a shop and I saw this old abandoned, derelict building for sale. It had so much character compared to the modern city scape all around it, I think for a short while I fell in love with the idea of it. I placed the building in a forest then began to play, I altered the wording, mixed up the tone, kept it as pure description then added different characters to see how they would react. It wasn't until my first assignment for English Language A level that I felt I could adapt it for College. We had been asked to submit a prologue. I adapted my short story and handed it in, I knew it was good. I had been playing with it for months. I waited a week for the following class so excited, I was brimming. When everyone had their work returned apart from me I was even more fired up. I was asked to stay behind at the end of class. As all my class mates left the room I was trembling. Finally alone with my tutor, she eyed me sternly. Did I know plagiarism was a serious offense? Where on the internet had I stolen the prologue from? I was equally horrified, confused and excited. Unfortunately for me I was also dumbfounded. She then went on to say a person with only an average GCSE result of a C grade, who barely made it into the class could never have written that assignment so well. I began to open my bag and pull out the countless drafts, but she dismissed them all. She would let it go this time I had a warning. So I stopped writing.

I always wanted to try again, I would talk for hours with my sister, Hannah we would come up with Agatha Christie like plots, intricate yet all of a similar format. My confidence slowly returned. Then one summers day after walking in the woods with the kids, I started. I don't really know why that day. I think it was being outside in that cathartic like silence that descends upon me in the woodlands, I felt confident, inspired and more importantly ready. After coming back I fed the dogs and set up my laptop so I could watch the children playing outside. After doing nothing for so long it all began to pour out uncontrollably. That was the start and a crazy 6 months of stolen minutes and hours writing around work and the school runs, I had finally completed my first draft.

Originally from Yorkshire, I am now lucky enough to be living in County Down, Northern Ireland. Since moving here I feel most at home outside, surrounded by the cathartic cathedral like silence that descends in the woodlands, along the Loch sides, and abandoned quarries. It was here I felt the impetus to write.

 As well as a writer I am a working mother of four fantastically charming yet quirky children, it's always a pleasure watching them grow and their wee personalities develop. My formal education consists of average GCSE results and four A levels. It wasn't until the age of eighteen that we discovered I was dyslexic, with a little extra help from my family I have never let it hold me back.


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