I am not a celebrity. I am not famous. I am not infamous. But, I am a writer and my writing has merit. This alone should qualify me to read by agents and publishers.
So, why don't they?
I write from my heart. I attempt different styles in order to appeal to a wide audience. I write what I would like to read, being unable to find it on the bookshop shelves.
I research carefully and plan out each novel in advance. I don't restrict myself to my plan, but let inspiration take me where it will. I draft and redraft carefully so that my work is the best.
And still, the agents and publishers won't even bother to read me.
My work is excellent. I will not stop my search for an agent/publisher. Somewhere, out there, there is someone who will recognise the quality of my writing and take a risk on me. I'm worth it! My writing is different. My writing is eminently sellable.
Choose me!
Freya's first published book is Dragonscale Leggings. What comes next? Well, dragonscale clippings obviously - musings as she seeks to write other tales...
Welcome to Dragonscale Clippings
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My motto for 2012: Quality, not quantity
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My motto for 2012: Quality, not quantity
I am currently exploring the sensation of Sound...
Monday, 31 January 2011
Friday, 28 January 2011
a river of stones - 11
coldness creeps around
skin and settles in my bones
cruel, prolonged winter
© Freya Pickard 2011
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
a river of stones - 10
white exhalation
drifts and disappears in the
coolness of morning
© Freya Pickard 2011
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
a river of stones - 9
thin circular ice
floats on cold water, denies
the robin his bath
© Freya Pickard 2011
Monday, 24 January 2011
a river of stones - 9
perpetual grey
canopy of cloud rain falls
intermittently
© Freya Pickard 2011
Sunday, 23 January 2011
a river of stones - 8
black trees on the hill-
top, letting morning light through
their thin, bare branches
© Freya Pickard 2011
Saturday, 22 January 2011
a river of stones - 7
silent star shines in
blue-black sky, cloud creeps slowly
extinguishing light
© Freya Pickard 2011
Friday, 21 January 2011
a river of stones - 6
silver halo in
the sky as sun pierces cloud
refracted light glows
© Freya Pickard 2011
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
a river of stones - 5
reaching upwards towards pale
white sunlight and grey
clouds – motionless, bare branches
© Freya Pickard 2011
Monday, 17 January 2011
a river of stones - 4
darkness absolute
no definition until
I turn to the house
no definition until
I turn to the house
© Freya Pickard 2011
Sunday, 16 January 2011
a river of stones - 3
black silhouette against pale
grey sky, owl swoops and
vanishes, wings spread, fierce cry
© Freya Pickard
grey sky, owl swoops and
vanishes, wings spread, fierce cry
© Freya Pickard
Saturday, 15 January 2011
a river of stones - 2
distorted images, blurred
wavering outlines
seep and run on rain-washed panes
© Freya Pickard 2011
wavering outlines
seep and run on rain-washed panes
© Freya Pickard 2011
Friday, 14 January 2011
a river of stones - 1
darkness suddenly
lifts revealing silhouette
of tree under sky
© Freya Pickard 2011
lifts revealing silhouette
of tree under sky
© Freya Pickard 2011
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
Where do ideas come from?
This is something that has intrigued me for a while now. I don't think ideas are necessarily the same as inspiration. Sometimes, ideas just appear out of nowhere, when I'm not even thinking about writing things.
I think that there are common ideas that float around at certain times and different people interpret them in various ways. For instance, in 2009 I was working on a thriller and in 2010, when I listened to a certain album by a rock band, I discovered they'd incorporated similar fears into their lyrics. Both of us had interpreted the same idea in an individual way.
So, where do ideas originate? Is there such a thing as the Muse anymore?
The more I've pondered this, the more I've realised that trying to find out where ideas come from actually stifles creativity. The closer I get to finding out who or what generates ideas in the universe, the less creative I become.
Thus I have decided to just let the ideas come to me. I won't try to discover how they reach me. I want to keep the creative spirit that's been set inside me!
I think that there are common ideas that float around at certain times and different people interpret them in various ways. For instance, in 2009 I was working on a thriller and in 2010, when I listened to a certain album by a rock band, I discovered they'd incorporated similar fears into their lyrics. Both of us had interpreted the same idea in an individual way.
So, where do ideas originate? Is there such a thing as the Muse anymore?
The more I've pondered this, the more I've realised that trying to find out where ideas come from actually stifles creativity. The closer I get to finding out who or what generates ideas in the universe, the less creative I become.
Thus I have decided to just let the ideas come to me. I won't try to discover how they reach me. I want to keep the creative spirit that's been set inside me!
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