September 2009
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“The Morón gitanos were affectionate, humourous, but never sentimental. They...”
– Check out this man’s biography! His name is Diego Del Gastor and I admit I only found out about him today whilst researching flamenco for the book. ;-) http://www.gypsyflamenco.com/diego.html But what an interesting life and I love the above excerpt .
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Flamenco Resources for Beginners →
Because Rafa plays flamenco so awesomely, I thought it’d be interesting to research the origins of flamenco a little bit and then share that with you. So here’s what I found. The website is pretty cool if you want to learn how to play flamenco too -
“A particular kind of music/dance (and some would say lifestyle) native to, but no longer restricted to, a small region of...
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Duende! →
This is a nice article from www.andalucia.com all about the intoxicating pull that Andalucia has over its visitors and why so many writers over the years have been compelled to write about this region. As you may know, my book starts in London but as of chapter 5 relocates to Andalucia - a place where I’ve spent the last 7 or 8 years. It certainly does have a kind of magic. The first time...
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“This is an amazing story. Your writing style sucks the reader in and...”
– Another self indulgent authonomy message!
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The first few lines of my teen novel!
‘The meaning of infinity is?’ asked Mrs Froust.
Lizzie froze. She hated being asked questions in class.
‘Are you listening?’
She huddled over her desk and felt pinpricks of sweat form between her shoulder blades and prayed no-one was staring too hard at her. She’d woken late and then Joopy had run off during his walk and so she’d no time to straighten her frizzy brown hair or put any makeup...
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“Love the story, love the characters, love the writing, and I just plain enjoyed...”
– One of my authonomy quotes!
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Brand New Chapter 1!!!
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‘The meaning of infinity is?’ asked Mrs Froust.
Lizzie froze. She hated being asked questions in class.
‘Are you listening?’
She huddled over her desk and felt pinpricks of sweat form between her shoulder blades and prayed no-one was staring too hard at her. She’d woken late and then Joopy had run off during his walk and so she’d no time...
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“The Voice of Angels is a creepy novel with a very strong premise and a great...”
– Harper Collins
