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Honorary Blogger C F White: Writing During a Pandemic + Excerpt & Giveaway!


Writing During a Pandemic

by C F White

We’re all in it at the moment. The unprecedented pandemic that was thrust upon us from around December last year and has hit almost every country and affected us all in some way or another.

I’m in England. So it hit us badly in March. We went into complete lockdown at the end of March 2020 and are only now slowly coming out of it. What did this mean for me personally and for my writing and creativity? Well, I was sent to work from home when my job is mostly being out and about —I do outreach for a university, working with underrepresented groups and disadvantaged children giving them access to higher education. I love my job, but all of a sudden it was very, very different.

Not only that, I have two children. One who had just started secondary school and one in primary who has complex special needs. Having them both with me twenty-four seven and having to homeschool and work full time, I think it’s safe to say my writing took an absolute nosedive.

I was lucky in the sense that Fade to Blank had been written by that point. It was finished. I’d started on book two when we went into lockdown and I think I was about midway point into it. Then I halted. Not only could I not find the time, but also the motivation to write was severely affected. There was so much going on, so much fear and worry and confusion and anxiety in the entire world that me putting words to a story just didn’t feel right.

I hadn’t made the decision on what to do about Fade to Blank at that point, so I sat on the book for a while especially as I was concerned that I might never be able to finish book two if we never came out of lockdown, if the world didn’t go back to normal. I gave myself a break. I didn’t want to. Believe me, I wanted to keep writing. I wanted to go back to how things were. I wanted my kids to go to school. But that wasn’t going to happen. So I gave myself a talking to and realised this time with my family is precious. I should take the time to appreciate it.

So I did. I tried not to think about the days, weeks, months ticking by and me having not written any new words. I asked other authors if they were struggling. I wondered how others were still able to write. I thought myself a failure many, many times. I read a lot. I binge read a few series I’d been meaning to read. I edited a few older works. My audio books came out during this time too, so that gave me some focus.

But I still hated that I couldn’t seem to get any words down to finish book two.

Then, suddenly, about three months in, I realised that this was my normal. This was life as it was going to be for a long time. I’d been waiting for things to snap back to life as it had been, instead of embracing it as it was. So I opened the laptop. I actually started writing something completely different. A new book. A new genre. The words flowed out of me. I wrote about 10k in a few days. That kickstarted me into a new writing process. I clicked out of that book, back into London Lies #2, and let myself go.

I finished the book recently. It’s all done and dusted. And I feel I’ve got myself back again.

Moral of this story is, don’t fight it. When there’s so much else going on, don’t force the words to come. Don’t wallow in guilt that isn’t your fault. Don’t compare yourself as to why others were seemingly business as usual and you’d halted to grinding stop. Everyone’s circumstances are different, and no one knows what goes on behind closed doors and how others are really coping. Stay away as much as possible from social media. During these times, it can be a blessing to keep in contact with those we can’t see but it’s also a curse by giving out misinformation and sucking the joy out of things. Use with caution I say.

Words will be there when they are ready. It’s all about adjusting to a new way of working. We’re all doing it at the moment. My real-life job, I’m adjusting to not being able to go and talk to those kids who are already disadvantaged from their peers and give them that extra boost – I have to do this online now or in a new, innovative way. Just like my writing. I’m getting used to throwing down words to the background of Peppa Pig or staying up later when my kids are in bed to edit what I wrote when I was mid-way through a maths problem with them.

It’s a crazy world out there at the moment. We need to acknowledge that and not put guilt on ourselves for not producing at the speed we used to. Or even finding it hard to escape into a good book, because our brains can’t switch off as quickly as our kindle can. We’ll get there again. We will. We’ll adjust and soon this will be normal.

And we can write when things feel normal.

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Release Blitz: Love & Tea Bags by C.F. White + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Love & Tea Bags by C.F. White

Fate can be written in a tea bag too.

Mark Johnson is hitting his forties and is stuck in a rut.

He’s had the same boring office job for ten years, with no motivation or inclination to change it. The same crumbling house for ten years, with no cash or know-how to fix it. And the same Facebook status for five years—it’s complicated. It isn’t. He’s single. He just doesn’t want to correct it. That would be admitting defeat.

The day a tea bag splats onto his face whilst he’s emptying the dregs of his morning cuppa at Macy’s Tea Shoppe is the one that makes him question each of his current life choices…the tea bag and that the shop is currently being run by one rather friendly, rather hunky, but rather young Australian named Bradley Summers.

Tea has never tasted so good.

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Won’t Feel a Thing by C.F. White: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Exclusive Excerpt from Won’t Feel a Thing

by C.F. White

“The first time I ate an oyster, I nearly chucked it back up.” Ollie bit into the luxuriously hot and creamy pizza slice. He tucked it to the side of his mouth to continue talking. “Felt like I was eating snot.”

Jacob laughed, holding a hand up to his lips not to spit his own mouthful of pizza across the room. He had come back to the ward quite quickly, and Ollie had managed to sneak him through into Daisy’s room, with the door firmly shut. The offer of the one slice had made him not immediately back right out. He was hungry, and it was another two hours until his official break. All his patients were asleep, obs up to date, and while he should be catching up on the paperwork, he thought he could use a quick bite.

Sitting at the end of Daisy’s room on the pull-out sofa, Ollie had closed the separating curtain in case anyone peeked in through the blinds. It wasn’t exactly against the rules to bring food into children’s rooms, although it was frowned upon if it wasn’t food from the hospital canteen. It was probably ever so much more frowned upon for Ollie to be eating it with a patient’s parent.

The pizza box lay open on the sofa between them, and Ollie perched on the armrest while Jacob sat on the cushions. Jacob devoured the pizza as if he hadn’t eaten properly in days. Ollie couldn’t blame him. The seafood variety of topping was to die for. But he suspected it was the first time Jacob had allowed such a meal to pass his lips in a while, fear and worry taking over the hunger pangs in his stomach. It made him wonder what sort of person wouldn’t tell their child’s father about their child’s operation.

“I don’t mean to pry,” Ollie started and realized that was the age-old saying for actually, yes I do and I’m so gonna. “But how come you didn’t know about Daisy being here? Did her mother not tell you? The operation would have been booked in for months.”

Jacob swallowed his last piece of pizza and wiped his hands on a paper napkin to rid them of the crumbs and leftover grease. He fell back in the seat and rested his head against the wall, his bright, all-consuming blue eyes on Ollie’s.

“She doesn’t particularly like me anymore.” Jacob admitted. “We don’t really speak. Most of our conversations are conducted through lawyers and the CSA—the child support agency. I used to see Daisy every other weekend, but when she got sick, Becky stopped turning up. I believe she also has a new boyfriend who may be the cause of some of that.”

“I’m sorry,” Ollie replied, now wishing he hadn’t asked. “That must be tough.”

Jacob shook his head against the wall. “I deserve it, I suppose.”

“Nothing merits being shut out of your daughter’s life.” Ollie was surprised at how gallant it came out.

Jacob picked at the skin on his hand. “Perhaps not,” he said. “But I don’t think she really trusts me. Lying to someone for so many years often has that effect.”

Ollie nodded, sympathetic smile on display, and decided to leave that there. It wasn’t his place to know the whole goings-on in the man’s life, even if it did affect his patient.

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