Category: Writing

New Year Review 2019
January 1st, 2019 by C. M. Harald

A Happy New Year to all my readers. It’s that time of year when everyone reflects back and plans for the future. I’ve not written one of these new year review posts before, but now seems as good a time as any to begin. The goal is not to plan New Year resolutions, but rather to outline realistic goals that can be achieved.

Review of 2018

So, 2018 was a year in which I was not able to focus much on my writing. What with moving house, to a small village on the edge of London, there were plenty of logistic demands. Not content with one major upheaval, I also got married, overseas. Then there was also a temporary promotion in my day job. So there was little time for writing.

I had intended to write approximately 100,000 words during 2018. However, once I took the promotion at work, it was clear this would not be attainable, as I had undertaken very little writing up to that point of the year, focused as I was on the many things going on. I therefore massively reduced my target in the summer, which I managed to achieve by the end of the year. This revised target was a mere 36,500 words. This was mainly achieved during August, November and December.

During 2018 I completed only one book, a sequel to the novel ‘The Butcher’s Funeral‘. This is provisionally titled ‘The Butcher’s Knife’. I first started working on this book in early 2017. I had a solid outline, but not enough space to concentrate on getting it written.

New Year Review 2019

I have a number of ambitious goals for 2019:

  • Completing 110,000 (I can say that I’m already on schedule having achieved my quota on the first day of the year)
  • Publishing ‘The Butcher’s Knife’
  • Complete book 5 of the Royal Zombie Corps series
  • Write books 6 and 7 of the Royal Zombie Corps series
  • Review, and complete a deeper grammar check, all completed books
  • Re-cover all my currently published books
  • Publish more blogs

The most challenging goal of my New Year Review is the increased writing quota. It’s a struggle to get the time to complete any really sustained written work as my job easily overflows from a sane 60-hour week. Even though I do have good holidays, it is mentally and emotionally draining, often hampering creativity. Yet, over the last two months I’ve re-established some good habits based on Chris Fox’s ‘5,000 Words Per Hour’ book. This has brought my writing back up to a better pace, without compromising my day job. I’m also thinking of trading in the car commute for bike and train, freeing up 60 minutes per day – although some of that will be taken by the needs of the day job.

So here’s to a great and productive New Year!

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December 9th, 2018 by C. M. Harald
Update image
Update by Nick Youngson CC BY-SA 3.0 Alpha Stock Images

A short writing update is in order as it has been quite a while since I have posted to this blog.

The good news is that I have today finished the first draft of the Butcher’s Knife.  This new story is the sequel to The Butcher’s Funeral.  I expect the book to be available at some point in February.  In this story, a criminal gang realise that there is a new opportunity following the death of Col Butcher.  Dionisia Butcher now faces the challenge of organised crime.

It has been nearly two years since I last published a book.  Life, work and the usual goings on have been the cause.  Over the last few weeks, I’ve managed to find a way to get the writing flowing again and will be starting on the fifth book of the Royal Zombie Corps series over the next few days.  I hope to follow with another writing update in about a month.

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Finally given in and got reading glasses.
August 19th, 2018 by C. M. Harald

The signs of getting old

Well, it’s finally happening, one of the critical signs of getting old.  I can ignore all the grey hair.  The expanding waistline is apparently too much food and not enough exercise.  The creaking joints can even be explained away by being overweight, or too much standing on my feet at work.  However, what couldn’t be ignored was my left eye struggling to focus on books when they’re close to my face.

Of course, the Kindle has managed to hide this for a while.  Most of my leisure reading is on the Kindle or in magazines.  My reading for work is usually relatively large print or sizeable handwriting.  With the Kindle, just making the text a little bigger and the problem goes away.  However, the tiny print in Harry Turtledove’s ‘Bomb’s Away’ really made it clear that I needed to get an eye test done.

Off for the inevitable eye test

To be fair, I’d been considering an eye test this summer holiday.  I’ve been aware that getting old, specifically anyone over 40, can lead to presbyopia.  It’s been a while since I had an eye test and I’ve been putting it off for a while.  I’ve always been proud of my 20/20 vision, happy to tease the nearsighted by standing on the beach and spotting the ships travelling the English Channel on, and slightly beyond, the horizon.  So I steeled myself for a visit to Specsavers, ready for evidence (more) that I’m getting old.

Fortunately, the consultant was much subtle than ‘you’re old now’.  I pretty much said, going in, that I’d be needing reading glasses and that’s exactly what was prescribed.  Nothing too strong, but enough to make the difference.  However, this led to the new dilemma of working out what frames to order.  Nearly an hour later, I’d settled on a couple of pairs having tried everything from bright ‘extraverted’ glasses to ones that made me look like I was in the Stazi in a dodgy 1970s spy movie.

Making a difference

A week later and I’d picked up the new glasses.  What a difference.  My eyes are now getting quicker at combining the two images – one eye is weaker than the other, but both have got old.  The constant fingerprints are getting tedious though.

So, yes, I’m getting old.  It’s official.  I’m at the age when our eyes begin to fail us.  I’m not actually writing this with glasses on right now as I’m touch typing while watching the Channel 4 news.  I’ll be wearing them when I proof-read this blog.  Perhaps I’ll spot, and correct, a few more mistakes than I’d usually pick up?  I won’t be checking them until after I’ve planned some vegetables in my garden while wearing my comfy slippers, smoking an old pipe.  Ah, I feel the need for a mug of Horlicks and an early night.

Horlicks to that!  It’s just middle age.  Getting old doesn’t happen until your 80’s these days.

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Delorean time machine
August 2nd, 2018 by C. M. Harald

I’m not the best person at maintaining routine, especially for writing blogs. Probably the biggest reason for this is that there are so many demands upon my time. Not only do I try to spend my spare time writing, but I also have a job that can easily become all-consuming. This is, of course, forgetting all the demands of everyday life. Unfortunately, I do not have a time machine.  So to help me come up with some ideas for blogs, I recently came across an excellent little book in Waterstones. “642 tiny things to write about” is an excellent little book full of writing ideas and prompts for writing and flash fiction. So for this blog post I’m going to choose one of them and write about it.


Task: “the passenger safety instructions card for a time travel machine”

Welcome to your Acme Time travel machine.

Important operating instructions

Failure to follow the instructions results in no liability for the manufacturer or inventor of this Time Machine. Please read the following instructions carefully and follow them to the letter.

1. Ensure that heads or limbs are entirely in the time machine before operating.

2. Ensure that all important documents, such as sports almanacs, have been left outside of the time machine and do not travel back in time.

3. Do not claim any titles or heraldry that you are not entitled to.

4. Under no circumstances should you interfere with your conception. See Futurama or Red Dwarf for further details.

5. Jean-Claude Van Damme will not come to the rescue if you mess up the timeline.

6. People in the past, or the future, may have trouble understanding your language, habits, mode of dress, or even your intentions. Investigate thoroughly before travelling.

7. Customisation of time machines to look like DeLorean’s or police boxes will void warranty.

8. Do not waste your time trying to assassinate Hitler. All the assassinations failed. Do you really want to put someone more competent in charge?

9. Avoid key historical events. It may get a little crowded with other time travellers.  The people of the time may notice your time machine, or your fellow travellers.

10. All time travel to late-20th century Wales, especially Cardiff, is off-limits.  No, you may not kidnap Captain Harkness.

11. The transportation of animals, plants, and food, is prohibited. Dinosaurs are not appropriate pets for your nephew’s children.

13. Do not upset the apes.

14. A paradox cannot be created, because that would be a paradox. Stop trying to change things.

15. Do not step on any butterflies.

16. The Federation will never exist.

17. “A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away.” The clue is in “far far away”.

17. Please do not tell anybody “I’ll be back.” It is mildly irritating, intimidating, and cliched.

19. Joyriding with H.G.Wells or George Orwell, is strictly prohibited.

20. Get a life and stop interfering in the past, or the future. Live in the now.

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July 25th, 2017 by C. M. Harald

Free book

Blood, Mud and Corpses is now free at your favourite online bookseller.  Blood, Mud and Corpses is the first book in the four book series, Royal Zombie Corps.

Set during World War One, a group of British soldiers stumble across a potentially war-winning weapon in the trenches of the Western Front.  Follow Alfie Marsh as he completes his training.  As one of the first British conscripts of the war, he faces the challenge of finding himself a role in the British frontline.  Little does he know that something completely new to the world is going to change the path of his life.

The series follows the group of friends across the years of 1916-1917.  During this time the British, and Allied, forces seek to break the deadlock of the trenches.  Into this conflict, the Allies unleash the new weapon of the undead, creatures that seek to feed upon the living.  Marsh, and his friends, accidentally find themselves in the unique position of being tasked to lead one of these experimental units.

Download your copy of this first part of this story now.  Free in online bookstores!

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The End Of A Long Journey - The Pilgrim's Steps at Rochester Cathedral
April 11th, 2017 by C. M. Harald

Flash Fiction Challenge

For a long time I’ve been wanting to write some flash fiction.  Several years ago I stumbled across the weekly flash fiction challenges Chuck Wendig, publishes on his blog.  I’ve attempted a couple, but none have ever been completed until now.  Below is my attempt at ‘The End Of A Long Journey’.  The brief was quite simple in that it was 1,500 words on the end of a long journey.  The hardest part was to show a beginning, middle and end.  I think I just about achieved this, although it’s probably too brief an episode.

I had initially planned to write a sci-fi story, and had an idea I played with for a few hours.  However, I could not get a certain place of pilgrimage out of my mind, as shown in the photo.  Pleasingly the story comes in at 1502 words.

The End Of A Long Journey

The pilgrim fell to his knees, landing awkwardly on the first step.  The pain was brief and nothing like the aches and pains that hounded him in his old age.  Before him, the remaining seven stone steps rose towards the shrine, a final challenge at the end of his long journey, a challenge he would savour, the final act of his penitence.

He took a deep breath, his staff in his right hand, the left clasping a rosary.  He lifted himself to the second stone step.  As he did so, he noticed that each stone was worn away by the passage of kneeling, and standing pilgrims, such as himself.

The journey had started years before.  He had left his homeland in search of glory, to fight in the great crusade against the Ottomans, the Crusade of Nicopolis.  The crusade had failed disastrously, and in the chaos of the final battle, he was one of the few that had successfully slipped away.  Travelling first to the Holy city of Jerusalem, he had determined to visit the places that his patron saint had been intending to visit.

The Holy City had been hot and dusty, the memory of it sustaining him on his long return journey across Europe.  The hospitality of the Saracens had, at first, surprised him.  As a pilgrim he had frequently lived off the charity of others and the followers of Muhammad were just as generous, if not more so, than the Christians.  One young man had explained to him the practice of zakāt, and how this would be shared with the poor, the needy and travellers.  The practice had struck him as far more practical than the tithing practiced in the western Christian world.  There were many other things that had impressed him about the Saracens and the they way they lived their lives.

He had visited the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, overwhelmed by visiting a place that the Lord had been.  The services, in Latin, were familiar and comforting, despite his being in a foreign land.  While he had considered visiting other places in the Holy Land, he knew his true calling was to visit the holy places his patron saint had been planning to visit, Jerusalem being the final of these.  The journey would be long and hard, but would bring him home and to the place that the saint had left this earthly life.

The third step was a challenge.  An ache spread up his back, following the line of an old wound.  He lifted his right leg, grimacing as the ache became a sharper pain, yet he carefully lowered his knee to the worn stone.  The left leg was much easier.  He paused, allowing the worst of the pain to pass, ignoring the other pilgrims making their own journeys up the steps.

His mind went back to his youth.  His parents and siblings had died horribly, coughing and in fever, black swellings erupting on their bodies.  He remembered his mother dead in the corner of a room.  It had been a terrifying time, with many people claiming that the pestilence was a punishment from God.  Others had blamed strangers.  He had even taken part in a revenge attack against some strangers who had been accused of brining the pestilence into the town.

Yet, those dark days had not taken him and cheating death had soon become something of a habit.  For several years after the death of his family, he had lived on his wits, sometimes alone, sometimes not.  He had accepted charitable handouts from the monastery, at other times stealing from those better off than him, frequently poaching.  His skills with the later were what had brought him to the attention of the lord of the manor.  Caught for poaching, he should have been severely punished, probably executed.  Instead, he had been seen and admired, for his use of a stolen bow.  That admiration had led to his eventual adoption by the childless lord, who had seen some reflection of himself in the resilient youth.

He grinned at the memory of that bow, as he crawled onto the fifth step.  He had barely noticed the fourth step during his recollections.  That bow had seemed so powerful at the time.  He had been inordinately proud of it when he had stolen it.  He was now half way to his final goal, buoyed up the memory, his long journey almost at an end.

Ah yes, he thought.  The journey to Canterbury had been long and hard.  Jerusalem had been the final place that his patron saint had been planning to visit, Canterbury had been the second.  He knew the immense distance between the two cities, for most of his journey to Jerusalem, at least the part that had led to Nicopolis, had been in the brave company of fellow warriors.  The journey from Jerusalem to Canterbury was immense, at times lonely, at times not, often dangerous, but every step, a step of contrition.  To visit the shrine of Saint Thomas of Canterbury had been truly worth the journey.  In the elegance of the shrine, in the immensity of the huge cathedral, he had. for the first time, begun to feel a peace.  As he had travelled the leagues, he had felt the torment of his sins increasing upon his soul, yet at the shrine, Saint Thomas had seen fit to intercede with a peace beyond describing.

The sixth step, was so heavily worn, in the centre, by the pilgrims feet; the sixth step before the shrine of St William of Perth.  What a man, what an example.  As the pilgrim’s patron saint, the patron saint of adopted children, St William was a shining example of Christianity.  That was why he was on this pilgrimage, to obtain the intercession of St William.  For the saint had adopted a child, trained him into the saint’s trade of baker.  St William had been wise and generous, giving a tenth of everything he baked to the poor.

As a knight, the adopted son of a knight, the pilgrim had found it hard to emulate the saint in this respect, but he had tried.  There had been many times when he had given alms, often more than was needed.  He had always paid his tithe to the Church, although there were times when he knew he had been less than honest about the amount due.  He had tried to attend Mass every day, frequently succeeding, inspired by the piety of St William.  He knew, in his heart, that his intentions had almost always been good, and when he failed, well this penitence would address that.

The seventh step.  His knees throbbed with pain.  He did not know how long he had been climbing the steps.  Many other pilgrims had overtaken him.  He grasped tight his clamshell pilgrims badge, the symbol of St William.  The final step would not defeat him, the once proud knight.

As mounted the final step of this great challenge, he thought of the great parallel between the saint and himself, the true reason for his pilgrimage.  St William had been on pilgrimage to Jerusalem, by way of Canterbury and Rochester.  Yet, his adopted son Cockermay Doucri, had attacked him, a great blow striking William’s head, before the traitorous charge had cut his throat.  The pilgrim had likewise failed his adoptive father, neglecting to protect him in the great battle at Nicopolis.  He had watched as a lance pieced the side of his guardian, seeing the attack coming, yet fearful of the consequences to himself.  So he had not acted, certain in the knowledge that he would inherit.  He had forgotten his debt to his guardian, he had not acted.  He could have interposed himself between the attacker and his guardian; he could have struck the assailant from his horse, he had not acted.  He had merely shouted a warning; itself inadequate over the noise of the mass of chargers.  It was as if he, himself, had cut his father’s throat.

The pilgrim let out a sigh, one hand on the archway, the other on his staff as he raised himself atop the pilgrims’ stairs, taking in the Norman architecture of the Cathedral Church of Christ and the Blessed Virgin Mary.  One final act remained at the end of his long journey.  He would light a candle and pray for the intercession of Saint William.  For he was penitential, he knew his sins, the whole pilgrimage had been an act of contrition, for he knew Saint William would intercede if he truly repented.  For had Saint William not already interceded in a far more miraculous situation, curing the madness of the woman who had found his corpse?  Had not this miracle been the one that had convinced the monks of Rochester to William’s martyrdom and saintly presence in the throne-room of the Lord?

His hands shook as he lit the candle, it was the end of a long journey.  His eyes closed.

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Next - A new direction and a new adventure
April 8th, 2017 by C. M. Harald

So what’s next?

It’s a time of change for me right now, and so it’s also a time to take stock and plan for the future.  So where to next?

After much thought, I have decided to relocate from the Kent coast to London.  Much as I love being by the sea, and have lived there for the last 16 years, I also miss living in a vibrant city.  An excellent job came up in London, and I’ll be starting it just after Easter.

As a full-time teacher, I struggle to find much time to write.  This will be even more challenging as I’ll be running a department again.  However, having spent the last few months working in a school department alongside the prolific Elsye Harwood, I’m sure I’ll somehow find the time.  Many a morning was spent comparing our experiences of writing.  Almost without fail, she would have written substantially more than me the evening before.

So, to the future?  The first series of the Royal Zombie Corps was completed with the release of Tigers at Cambrai at the start of March.  I’ve got several ideas of where to take this story, and next would obviously be the conclusion of the Great War.  However, much scope exists to address the chaos of the earlier Weimar Republic, and the Russian and Irish Civil Wars.  There are also the small actions and conflicts that occurred across the British Empire, any of which could be an interesting setting for the Zombie stories.  However, I must confess I’d also like to address the issue of a general zombie outbreak.

The next book I’m working on is the sequel to The Butcher’s Funeral.  This was the first published story I wrote.  This was initially serialised so that I would maintain the motivation as I battled through the chapters, uncertain if I would ever succeed in completing it.  The next story will be longer and released as a single book.  At the time of writing this blog, I can confirm that I have a whole story outline, with the first chapter already fully drafted.  However, work on this has been put on hold for the whole of March as I prepared for my move to London.

Over the next few weeks I’m also intending to play with some short stories.  This is so I can get back into the habit of writing, while setting up my new working patterns.  I’ve always wanted to have a go at some sci-fi writing, something I’ve never previously attempted, so this is likely to feature over the next month.  Of course, all this is subject to the workload in my new position, and as I’ll probably also be marking high school examinations, time will be tight.

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February 14th, 2017 by C. M. Harald

Due to the half-term holiday, I’ve been able to quickly finish editing Tigers at Cambrai.  It is available for pre-order on Amazon as of today.  Tigers at Cambrai  can be downloaded from 3rd March 2017.  This is the fourth book in the Royal Zombie Corps series and the final one in the initial sequence covering 1916-1917.

Synopsis – Tigers at Cambrai

Their greatest challenge, so far, awaits the men of the Royal Zombie Corps at Cambrai. After a successful demonstration, the British plan to use the zombie tactics formulated by Alfie Marsh, alongside the other advances of the war. However, the enemy is determined to fight off this new horror of trench warfare, in an increasingly industrialised war.

Book 4 of the Royal Zombie Corps continues the story of Alfie Marsh, and his friends, as they face the might of the Triple Alliance in the trenches of Western Europe. Following a zombie outbreak in 1916, the British have been developing the zombie as an offensive weapon to break the deadlock of the trenches. Following the accidental discovery that zombies can be controlled by a select group of individuals, the men of the Royal Zombie Corps have been developing the tactics that they hope will bring the war to a successful conclusion in 1917.

This story is written in British English and is approximately 23,000 words long.

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January 26th, 2017 by C. M. Harald

I am delighted to announce the availability of my first paperback print book.  The Butcher’s Funeral is now available on Amazon in the UK, US, Germany, France, Japan, Spain and Italy.

Why did the butcher die?  Was it his wife or one of his many enemies?  Intent on delivering justice, friends Judd and Law become entwined in a situation far more complex than they first realised. As they delve deeper, they soon find themselves at risk of harm.

The Butcher’s Funeral was initially published as a series of short stories on Amazon, before being compiled as an electronic book.

Medieval murder book

Now in paperback, The Butcher’s Funeral

Why a paperback matters?

Obviously as a writer, it’s one of the landmark moments you look forward to, your own book in print.  I have now published several stories electronically and it would have been easy to go down the old fashioned route of vanity publishing.  Indeed some friends have done this in the past.  One friend has a very nice collection of beautifully bound hardback books mouldering in his garage.

Fortunately, it is Amazon to the rescue yet again for the independent writer.  Amazon have recently integrated their CreateSpace offering into the self-publishing toolkit, it is now really straight-forward to convert electronic books into a print offering.  Furthermore, as it is print-on-demand, the up-front costs to the writer are a few hours of work.  This is much better the thousands of pounds that may be required for a vanity print run.

Regardless of how many books sell, I am one happy author.  I am now off to put a paperback copy of my own work on my bookcase for the first time.

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Available now!
September 21st, 2016 by C. M. Harald

Now available on Amazon – Tigers on the Western Front

I am pleased to announce that Tigers on the Western Front is now available on Amazon UK and Amazon.com.  In part 2 of the Royal Zombie Corps series, the Allies continue their development of the zombie as a war winning weapon.  Alfie Marsh, and his friends, are in the thick of it as the British find ways to harness the power of the flesh-eating creatures found in the front lines.

Book 3 in the series, ‘Gas! Gas! Gas!’ is now in the final editing stages and I will probably release it in one month.  The fourth, and final book in the series, is almost finished.  It is likely that I will likely release it in November or December.

Amazon description

The British have a new war winning weapon to break the deadlock of the trenches. The zombie knows no pain and inflicts terror on the enemy. The Allies pin their hopes on a great victory at Arras.

Book 2 of the Royal Zombie Corps continues the story of Alfie Marsh, and his friends, as they face the might of the Triple Alliance in the trenches of Western Europe. Not only are they facing the brutal conditions of the front line, but they continue their development of a new form of warfare – that of the reanimated dead.

This story is written in British English and is approximately 24,000 words long.

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