Behind the Book

From “The House” to What Remains In The Walls: The Story Behind My Novella

Sometimes, a story can wait years for its moment to come.

Recently, while tidying a drawer, I came across a two-page short story I’d written back in 2005. Finding it brought back memories of how it all began.

A Story Put Away

In 2005, I was reading a short story submitted to a weekly magazine and decided to try writing one of my own. I called mine “The House” and sent it to the magazine for consideration.

A letter arrived thanking me for my submission, explaining that my story wasn’t what they were looking for, and returning my manuscript.

At the time, I didn’t understand what gothic writing was. Looking back, I realise my story simply didn’t fit the types of stories the magazine published.

So, I put it away and got on with life.

A New Beginning

Years later, finding those two pages again gave me an idea. What if I could expand the original story into a novella?

I decided to keep the story I’d written and build around it, developing the idea into something much bigger.

When planning a book, I create a spreadsheet with a separate line for each chapter. I jot down a few keywords to capture the main idea, then spend time thinking and planning how the story will unfold.

With What Remains In The Walls, I already had the scope of the story in those original two pages, so I worked through the chapters in order.

From Two Pages to a Published Book

It’s remarkable to think that a short story written in 2005, once tucked away in a drawer, would eventually become a published novella.

Bringing the finished book to life and sharing it with readers has been a wonderful experience.

Sometimes, the stories we put aside aren’t finished with us after all.

If you enjoy crime, suspense and mystery, What Remains In The Walls is available now on Amazon in paperback and ebook.

https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0HB3BLJML

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A Wonderful Milestone — 65 Copies Sold!

I’m absolutely thrilled to share that What Remains In The Walls has now sold 65 copies across my two recent book launches.

A heartfelt thank you to everyone who came along, purchased a copy, and supported me and my writing. Having so many family, friends and readers share these special occasions with me has meant more than I can say.

I’m also very proud that together we raised $120 for my favourite charity, the NSW Cancer Council. ❤️ Every book sold helped make that possible, and that makes these two launches even more special to me.

What Remains In The Walls is also available on Amazon in paperback and ebook.

The house remembers… 👻

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Review

Received this wonderful note from a reader who does not use social media but wanted to share his thoughts after reading my latest novella.

I thoroughly enjoyed reading What Remains in the Walls. It is a skillfully written novella that held my interest and kept me completely engaged from start to finish.

Cheers,

Brian

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What Remains in the Walls

Over the past few months I’ve been quietly writing a new novella.

What Remains in the Walls is a literary gothic novella about memory, family, and the quiet weight of houses.

Thank you to those who supported and encouraged me along the way.

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Writing

As a writer of adult fiction like cops and robbers, you can always build tension. Setting scenes and establishing motives for older readers provides that opportunity.

Writing a children’s book has to be simple enough for a child to read. It also needs to be engaging enough to hold their attention.

I’ve just finished writing my first children’s book. I sent the draft to my editor. 

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The Lighthouse!

Life as a freelance journalist is always unpredictable. As Rachel browsed through her emails, the topic line of one email in particular got her attention:

SENSITIVE FILES-CAVES POINT LIGHTHOUSE-12 NOON

Looking at her watch she said, “blast, it’s ‪2 o’clock!.

Sensing a scoop is in the air, she decided it was worth a drive to check it out.

Arriving at Caves Point, she left her vehicle in the deserted carpark. She made her way along the foreshore road. This road led to the lighthouse on the cliff above.

“Hell, I hate heights”, she whispered to herself as she started the steep, awkward ascent. The sound of waves crashing onto the rocks below muffled her heavy breathing and echoing footsteps. 

A chill ran down her spine as she opened the lighthouse door and groped the handrail. The musty smell of mold made her feel nauseous. She looked up at the encircling tower. Then she began to climb the tapered shaped staircase. 

She reached the top of the stairway and paused to catch her breath. Then she turned the rusty old door handle to the lighthouse keeper’s chamber. The creaking of the heavy door unnerved her. The pungent sea spray mixed with stale tobacco heightened her senses. The gust of wind made her both fearful and hesitant. 

She entered and observed the sparse room. It contained an old broken table, a putrid mug, a small envelope covered in dust, and a spy glass. 

Fumbling in her bag for her latex gloves, she quickly put them on and began examining the envelope. Other than an old piece of faded parchment folded neatly in two the envelope was empty. 

“Someone is coming”, she whispered to herself as a man appeared at the doorway. 

With nowhere to hide, Rachel waited for a moment before making a run for it. As he grabbed her they both slipped on the damp floor. Twisting and kicking she managed to free herself from his grip escaping to the outside observation deck via a clanging door.

He followed her outside.  Arming herself with an old chair she swung it in his direction striking his head. Disorientated, he lost his balance and tumbled over the railing. 

Snatching the envelope she fled the room. Rachel’s heavy footsteps resounded the walls as she ran down the stairs. Exiting the lighthouse, she gaped at his lifeless body lying on the rocks. 

The envelope was safely tucked away in her bag. She found her car keys. She shakily started the engine and drove away. 

It was a little after ‪7 pm when she arrived home. Two men suddenly emerged from a car parked across the road. Guns drawn one man stood guard while the other pointed his gun directly to her head. “I think you have something that belongs to me!” he said.

Thank you for reading my blog.

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REVIEW

One of my readers who is not on social media who bought The Belltrees Incident Series, THE BUNKER and DECEPTION gave me a favourable review.

Thank you Brian 

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First time reading this author’s work, The Bunker & Deception, and was pleasantly surprised by her ability to tell a good story in a very readable and enjoyable way, particularly with an unusual plot. Looking forward to reading her next work.