Someone Else’s Words – Dr Edwin Land on Creativity


Friday Insight #6 – NaNoWriMo And “Of Wolves And Men”

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Many of you know that last month I was working on NaNoWriMo – the goal to hit 50,000 words in 30 days.

But that was just the start of my work on “Of Wolves And Men”, the first novel in the “Shadows Over Seattle” stories.

I’ll be posting further samples of the story-in-progress until I’ve finished the first draft.


By now, I was sure that someone had to have heard the commotion going on inside the apartment. There was very little time for us to question our target, and still make a clean get-away. That flash-bang had held us up too long, and we’d lost precious seconds. There was no choice for it, we had to me gone before anyone came to investigate.

“Nazurl, we’re going to have to take him with us. Pull the car up, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t bleed to death on us”

I didn’t even wait to see if Nazurl had taken my advice, before I ripped several sheets of paper towel off the roll beside the sink. After soaking them under the cold tap, I wadded them up to catch the blood, as well as cool the nasal passages.

A couple of minutes later, Nazurl came back into the room. She helped me lift Wilkes off the floor, and onto my shoulders,before leading the way back out of the apartment.

“The car is running, doors are unlocked. Throw him in the back-passenger seat and get in with him. If he wakes up, I don’t want him trying to strangle me, or something equally stupid” she said, as she opened the driver’s door.

“Strangulation could be the least of our problems, judging from what just happened back there” I indicated toward the apartments, as I strapped Wilkes into the back seat, and then went around the car to get in the other side.

Even before I could consider strapping myself in, Nazurl pulled out of the parking space, accelerating hard. I was shoved back in my seat, until traffic slowed us down less than a hundred yards down the road.


Friday Insight #5 – NaNoWriMo And “Of Wolves And Men”

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NaNoWriMo ends today, but I already achieved the goal of 50,000 words back on Tuesday 27th November.

  • But that didn’t stop me, and I’ll be writing right up until the end of tonight to see how far I can get.
  • I’ll be posting further samples of the story-in-progress until I’ve finished the first draft.
  • All samples will continue to be in  unedited form, so you’re getting a deep insight into my writing process…

Click the button below, and bookmark the page, so you can keep track of my progress throughout the month.


I was grateful that we hadn’t gone far when Nazurl indicated that we’d lost our pursuers, and we had a chance to slow down a little. I had no idea where were, but Nazurl seemed to have a rough idea.

“I’m going to need your muscles again” She said,pointing to a ladder leading to another huge drain cover. Sunlight streamed down through the two holes, and it couldn’t have been a more welcome sight.

However, I found myself hoping that it opened into a quiet alleyway, or something, because I reeked of sewer slime, and my fur felt matted around the muzzle.

I shifted back to human form, and made a grab forNazurl’s backpack, wanting the clothes that she’d packed, before I even considered opening that drain. Ripping the bag off her shoulders, I pulled it open, and was disappointed to see only a pair of jogging bottoms and a pair of flip flops. In the middle of fall, Nazurl had chosen to outfit me in the least amount of clothing possible, without getting me arrested.

I growled in frustration, but then I also had to consider that she had probably had very little warning that I was investigating Jimmy’s death. And even less that we were going to have to escape a bunch of gun toting maniacs.

Climbing the ladder carefully, I wrapped one arm round the top rung of the ladder and shoved hard against the huge steel cover.Thankfully it gave way a little easier than the one in the Cup’s storeroom had,and I slid it to one side carefully.

I heard Nazurl climbing below me, and hauled myself up into the sunlight, blinking to try and adjust to the harsh light. Shouts and laughter greeted me as I finally managed to get my bearings, and people had started to notice something out of the ordinary happening.

“Bagley Hall” I muttered to myself as the double arched entryway caught my eye. I could hear the fountain running behind me, and I paused there half in, half out of the manhole cover, not believing our bad luck.

A yell from below reminded me that I wasn’t the only one trying to get out of the darkness below, and I finally climbed the rest of the way out. Leaning down through the hole, I helped Nazurl work her way into the sunlight, before sliding the cover back into place. Even if our pursuit hadn’t located us yet, there was no reason to believe that they wouldn’t be close by, and I didn’t want to leave them any clues as to which way we’d gone.


Friday Insight #4 – NaNoWriMo And “Of Wolves And Men”

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If you’ve been around the last few weeks, you’ll know I’m doing NaNoWriMo as motivation to get a good solid start on “Of Wolves & Men”. And I’m bringing you along for the ride.

  • Each Friday in November, I’m posting a sample of what I’ve written that week.
  • All the samples will be in  unedited form, so you’re getting a deep insight into my writing process…

Click the button below, and bookmark the page, so you can keep track of my progress throughout the month.


I set the file aside so that I could pull a notepad toward me. I scribbled down every fact I could remember about the crime scene in which I’d watched Jimmy die. I had to be missing something. Nothing could walk through walls, except for ghosts, and even the most malevolent of manifestations that I’d encountered didn’t possess the kind of strength required to inflict significant physical harm.

Someone once said something along the lines of“when you eliminate the impossible, whatever is left, no matter how improbable,must be the truth”. It was one of the Chief’s favorite lines, but whoever had said it couldn’t have been taking the STF’s line of work into account.

So, I thought about what kinds of creature couldn’t inflict the damage I’d seen on the two bodies. The list was huge, so I wrote down the list that could…

By the time I’d finished assembling the list, I’d crossed out several of the options, and what I was left with wasn’t very useful. Angels, Demons, Vampires, Fae, Wizards, a drug enhanced mortal, or even something I’d never come across before.

Of them all, I wasn’t sure if I believed the stories about angels and demons, because of the connection to religions I had a hard time accepting. However, the next three options left me with species that couldn’t teleport, as far as I knew. Unfortunately, the last of the choices only left me with the improbable, so I wrote a list of the things that had made no sense about the crime scene.

Jimmy and his lover had died from massive trauma,but I’d seen nothing that indicate that any weapons had been used. The door had been locked, the ventilation remained undisturbed, and was too narrow for a person to fit through. The windows didn’t open, and even if they had opened, it was still a drop of several floors to street level.

I found myself thinking about some of the classic locked room mysteries I’d read growing up. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember how the detectives had solved those problems or think of any that had accounted for the existence of the supernatural.

I needed another perspective on the problem, and so I decided to try give myself a visual reminder of the crime scene. It was with tears, and a pain in my heart that I sat down and sketched out the layout of Jimmy’s office. That much at least I didn’t need to think about too much.

But then I had to dig deep, and allow myself to see the devastation, as I tried to mark in the bodies, the locations of the furniture, and all the other things that turned the office into a crime scene.Unfortunately, I was unable to get past the sight of Jimmy as I felt him die.Cooperfield might have been right when she’d told me I was too close to the case.

I sat there for some time, before giving up on my efforts to establish the peculiarities of the crime scene. Maybe all I needed was a shower to wake me up after a very long, and traumatic day.


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My New Website Is Coming!

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There comes a point in every author’s career where they need to have a website that is entirely theirs to control.

Since I started writing I’ve had my blog hosted here on WordPress, and my website hosted through Weebly. And I’ve been very proud of the work I’ve done on both sites, but keeping a consistent look between the two sites has been difficult.

Even worse, if either site decided to delete my accounts I would lose everything I’d produced.

So now it’s time for a huge change, and that means I’m taking control of everything.

What’s Coming Up?

If you scrolled this far, you’ve seen a glimpse of the current state of development on the website. Here’s a few of the things you can expect to see:

  • A dedicated page for each of my books
  • A new author profile page
  • An author services page
  • A new home for my blogging

If you want to get a look at things as they develop over the next few weeks, you can see it at

How You Can Help…

  • Visit
  • Play around on the site
    • Click menu items
    • Test buttons
    • Check the correct pages come up
  • Drop me a note of any problems that you find, or things you liked/disliked in the comments, or by email.

What I’m Offering In Return…