I have always wondered how actors retain their sanity, or do they, when they spend the majority of their lives pretending to be someone else.
However, I experienced their dilemma myself when I tried to create the characters for my book. I would literally spend hours trying to imagine what they would say and how they would say it, in a particular situation, and what the reply would be under those circumstances. Doing this seemed to turn them all into real people. From the feedback I have received, the majority of readers have remarked how much they have loved the characters, so it appears I accomplished my goal of bringing them all to life.
Despite the fact I have read the novel several times, I still experience laughter, loathing, tears and fears as I interact with my imaginary cast.
Tommy is the central figure in the book. Abandoned at birth, he never really knows what makes him tick, or why. With no one to compare himself to, it is almost like he has lost his memory, as he struggles with his identity. He is fearless and happy to deliver his own brand of justice, an eye for an eye, but where does his strength come from?
After the death of his adopted mother, his only lifeline to his past, he is driven to search for his biological mother, hoping that if he finds her she will be able to help him identify who he really is. As I wrote the book, I found it impossible not to live every moment of his life alongside him.
“Completely blown away!”
That is the only way to describe how I feel when looking at the reviews to my first novel, Rogue Genes, on my web page.
To listen to comments like, “I couldn’t put it down!”, “Read it, and then read it again!”, “Got to do a sequel!”, “Would make a great movie!” are very, very rewarding.
And for those of you who have ordered extra copies for Xmas presents, thank you so much. I truly hope your friends enjoy it as much as you did.
Jardine Henry Hart.
The motor starts running
and shifts into gear.
No more safe harbour,
I’m drowning in fear.
A misty rear window,
a fog to my view,
These young eyes straining
for that last glimpse of you.
I’m leaving home,
l e a v i n g home.
coming back no more.
R.I.P – Jimmy Screecher.
My Lady told me – listen to me son,
The world’s a better place
When you’re having fun.
Check your horizons,
Go out and stake your claim.
You don’t need fortune
And you don’t need fame.
My Lady told me – here’s what I have to say,
Make it your mantra everyday.
If you ain’t got the right att-I-tude,
You’re gonna be a sad dude.
My Lady told me.
My Lady told me.
R.I.P Mum x
There are days when the wheels are just not turning, no matter how many cups of coffee you consume to lubricate them. My tip for aspiring writers, when confronted with the dreaded “block” is to pull out the sneakers and hit the road, or in my case the beach. Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately for fitness sake, it takes a few km’s before the ideas start to flow, and then a mad dash home before they disappear from memory, but it always seems to work.
It was a long and winding road from a housing estate in dark and damp South London, to the Sunny Oceanfront in Surfers Paradise, Queensland. Little did I realise during this sometimes hazardous journey, that some of the amazing people and situations I encountered , would one day be woven into the pages of a novel!