Wordsmithing: ABBA Litfest virtual informative and free

Monday, 27 June 2011

VIRTUALLY A LITERARY FESTIVAL

The first ever online literary festival that is taking place 'virtually' over at the Awfully Big Blog Adventure Blog on the 9th and 10th of July.

The posts are always informative and insightful on the Awfully Big Blog Adventure, for two days they are going to be awesome.

The ABBA Litfest is going to be hosted by a raft great authors. Liz Kessler, Lucy Coats, Andrew Strong and Celia Rees are some of the fantastic children's authors who will be posting.

They have a hectic schedule planned: new posts every half hour.

Vlogs and interviews will be featured during the virtual literary festival.

There will be GIVEAWAYS too. :D

Click here for more information.

The Twitter hashtag is #ABBAlitfest, follow to keep up with the content.

Friend the Facebook page too.

An open access literary festival on 9th and 10th of July? I know where I'm going to be.

RETURN: YA Paranormal Romance

I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Monday, 27 June 2011

VIRTUALLY A LITERARY FESTIVAL