An Undesirable Property

Posted by Gemma Mawdsley Blog on January 4, 2014
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Some months ago I took a break from writing my usual Gothic ghost stories and missed them terribly. I was in the middle of writing the history of a haunted house, it’s titled An Undesirable Property and am taking up where I left off with this. I’ve missed the suspense and the creeping terrors the dark nights bring with them and I know from your emails, that some of you have missed them too. So back to work I go, along dark, deserted corridors with creaking floorboards and darting shadows. The chill in the air warns that the house is a place of unrest, but there are those not sensitive enough to feel it. I’ll keep you undated as the house comes to life and bring you with me as we enter its ancient door, past peeling paint and rotting wood. Stay warm, my friends.

A New Year’s Wish

Posted by Gemma Mawdsley Blog on December 31, 2013
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My dear friends, before I begin to prepare a New Year’s Eve dinner for my family, I wanted to stop and take the time to wish you all every happiness in the coming year. I wish you the most basis of things that somehow can elude many of us. The love and support of family, a place to call home and the health to enjoy it. Maybe one of you will win the lotto and believe me, I’ll be cheering the loudest for you or better still, those of you in need of a job will find one. Life is made up of partings and loss, but with a bit of luck we will keep those we love around us. So, that’s it, my friends, where ever you are in the world, as the chimes ring out at midnight, may the peeling of the bells fill you with hope and a sense of renewal. Most of those I love will be with me and what more could I ask for?

Ghost Walk

Posted by Gemma Mawdsley Blog on October 24, 2013
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Twilight seems the favorite time for ghosts. In those last  few minutes, as day surrenders to night, they are allowed to roam. It’s understandable, when you think about it, as the sun sets and shadows deepen. They belong to this place, the land of shadow, caught between light and dark, in a world of endless night. We must pity these poor soul and leave them be. Nothing could be worse than their timeless wandering, and we must pray that our own fate never mirrors theirs.

Halloween

Posted by Gemma Mawdsley Blog on October 9, 2013
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It will soon be that magical time of year again, Halloween. The shops are filled with costumes, giant spider webs and broomsticks, though they have to vie with the early addition of Christmas goodies. Still, we welcome any reason to celebrate as the dark night come ever closer. The air has changed too. It now smells of wood smoke and at night, the first hint of frost makes its clean and fresh. The weathermen predict the onset of winter this weekend and the crying of its wind always brings to mind ghostly tales. Don’t worry about that tiny glimpse you catch from the corner of your eye. It’s nothing more than the scurrying of nocturnal creatures or the way the shadows fall. Or is it?

Twilight Thoughts

Posted by Gemma Mawdsley Blog on September 25, 2013
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It’s the time of year when our thought stray to better times and those we’re lost. I call them Twilight Thoughts. The memories that come flooding back as day surrenders to night and the sky begins to darken. It is then our mind turns to the past and we recall opportunities lost and chances not taken. We all know the short span of time I’m talking about. Just before the need for light. We are loath to reach for the switch on the lamp, but choose instead to pause awhile and remember. It’s not a great place to stay for too long, as the approaching darkness seeps in to our consciousness, creeping through cracks in the wall that hides our feelings until they threaten to overwhelm us.  Our lost loves surround us in the deepening gloom, but they cannot speak. They have nothing more to say, as all has been said and their words are mere echoes of the past. It is then we reach for waiting switch and remember phone calls and contacts to be made, while we still have the time.

The scourge of warmer months

Posted by Gemma Mawdsley Blog on August 27, 2013
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I was lying in bed last night reading when I noticed a movement our of the corner of my eye. It was a spider scuttling across the floor, but not your average spider, oh no. This was the King Kong of spiders, a huge, black, hairy hunchbacked thing. It stopped next to the waste paper bin and just stayed there. I don’t know it it was daring me to move or it had a death wish. If so, it got its wish as I introduced it to my shoe. It’s remains where then flushed down the toilet on its way to spider hell, because that’s where all spiders go. A place when juicy flies buzz over head, but they can never catch then and every hour they get a blast in the face from a bug spray. The thing that kept me awake was wondering if he had come alone or was there a relative or friend close by?

The tree is dead.

Posted by Gemma Mawdsley Blog on August 2, 2013
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I woke this morning to the sound of chainsaws and to my horror found the powers that be were cutting down the branches of the tree outside my office window. It’s not in my garden so there was nothing I could do, but watch as it was stripped of its lush branches. Hours later its been reduced to a stalk, its limbs jutting like skeleton arms towards an unforgiving, grey sky. I know some will think, “So what, it’s just a tree,” but its not. I watched it grow over twenty years from a sapling to a might elm. Its branches was home to countless generations of birds. Their nests now lie like dark blood spots on the green grass and the owners circle the stump in confusion. Not only did it hang with leaves and blossoms, but in its youth it was a climbing frame for many of the neighborhood boys. If I close my eyes I can see them hanging upside down by the ankles, glossy hair swinging as they screamed with life and laughter. Those little faces are lost to me now, the boys all grown and scattered to the four corners of the world. I judged the seasons by its leaves and watched as it grew from bud to green, then orange, red and gold. It will, no doubt, recover and come to life in time, but I will miss its familiar greeting, when I open the blinds each morning and the birdsong. Ah, that I will miss most of all.

Starting Over

Posted by Gemma Mawdsley Blog on July 31, 2013
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Well folks, we’re back to the rain. Not that it makes much difference when you’re manacled to a desk. I was determined to take some time off after completing Shadow Self, but the blank screen kept issuing a challenge and I’m not one to back down. I’m hoping to make the story in to a trilogy and have written the first three chapters of Beyond Bargamore. You’ll understand the title later on. Have a great day and stay safe.

Do you believe in magic?

Posted by Gemma Mawdsley Blog on July 9, 2013
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I’ve done it. Despite the wonderful sunshine, I stayed inside and finished the last chapter of Shadow Self. It sometimes frightens me how determined I am when I set my mind to something and no amount of coaxing could get me to leave the computer. Now, comes the hard part, finding someone to publish it, but I have faith in my agent. It is suitable for 8 years and up, but really it’s for all those who still believe in magic. I do, do you?

Empty Nest Syndrome

Posted by Gemma Mawdsley Blog on June 24, 2013
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I’m still beavering away at the editing, but that’s not what I want to tell you about today. I heard about Empty Nest Syndrome, but it’s just hit me for the first time, when a pair of abandoned angel wings reduced me to a sobbing wreck. My children have come and gone over the years, dipping their toes in the property market etc, but now it feels so final. It’s not too bad during the day, when I’m working and have no time to think of anything other than mythical characters, but its when night come creeping that the ache sets in. I hate closing the bedrooms doors on rooms now devoid of scent and sound. If a floorboard creaks I know it’s just the house settling and not the tread of a loved ones foot. Even the sign on my office door, warning that I am working, is now redundant. I’m delighted that my children are happy, of course I am, but I just wasn’t prepared for the sense of loss.