Author Archives: Roy Grantham

Ma Blackstock’s Place: Chapter One

It was a soft mellow evening in late June, the sort of evening that made people feel like sitting outside with a glass of wine, perhaps waxing nostalgic about something or other, not that any of that sensitive stuff cut any ice with Gregor. Ma Blackstock would have said, in one of her less sympathetic moods, that Gregor had the thick skin of a pig and the mind of a cow. Being from farming stock, she often thought of people in terms of farm animals. Still she didn’t believe in cruelty to animals so she let Gregor hang around, totally useless though he was. Continue reading

The Shoe: Chapter One

The shoe missed his head by a good six inches, although the sentiment behind the assault, made a direct hit; she was pissed off with him. Even stark naked, her tits doing a war dance as she flounced around, she projected real anger in his direction. However he sought to excuse his actions, at the back of his mind, there lurked the possibility that the anger might have been justified. Continue reading

Butterly Hall: Chapter One

Very pale, almost translucent in fact, doesn’t like the sun or dogs. Sex, for Lucile, had always been a delicate operation to say the very least, but there was no escaping the fact that she was pregnant. The ancient Doctor Spratt had confirmed that fact when he came to the house and examined her where she lay among her silk sheets. The look he gave her over the top of his spectacles was quizzical, not that Lucile noticed, she was too shocked by the news that she had a thing growing inside her that would become a child if she didn’t do something about it. Continue reading

A Writer’s Thoughts on Writing

How do you get started? Do you have grand plan in mind, or do you have an initial thought, scene, or small idea which you then develop One of the problems for a writer is story construction – how do you go about it. Do you have a plan of action or develop your story empirically In my case, being short in the imagination department, it has to be the empirical approach. I believe I can write reasonably well, can create characters that sound reasonably convincing, can deal with specific scenes and ideas but none of my stories have the scope of a big idea, the depth of a thought out plot with a predefined purpose. Some of them came from a name, a very minor incident, a vague idea. Not for me the wide scene, the dramatic story, the fabulous idea – I wish. Indeed when I read some other author’s work it does, sometimes, leave me with a sense of inadequacy about my own writing. It seems at those times naïve, too straight forward, lacking in colour, atmosphere, and excitement, and worst of all beauty of expression. Where are the flowery metaphors, where the sublime rhetoric? Then I console myself by thinking that some readers might like my direct form of story telling, might like reading about the interplay between people of all types and ages, the way they play out relationships, the way they talk to each other. Continue reading