Ned Hayes's Blog, page 39
August 19, 2015
BOOK QUOTE:“People come to me on waves of memory, but all of...
BOOK QUOTE:
“People come to me on waves of memory, but all of them are ghosts. The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back eternally into the past, back to the place where I was born. My mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land. She waited to tell me the secret.”
August 18, 2015
Eagle Tree - Research
My new novel — THE EAGLE TREE — is all about autism, tree-climbing, young adults, and climate change. [PHOTOS]
Here are a few of the books I used to understand better, and learn to write about these topics:
Emergence: Labeled Autistic: Temple Grandin
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time: Mark Haddon
Look Me In the Eye: My Life with Asperger’s – John Elder Robison
Eagle Tree – Research was originally published on NedNote
BOOK QUOTE: “Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot...
BOOK QUOTE: “Stars steam away as a pale sun rises, hot coal dropped in a watery sky. Light seeps across the forest as the reedy shrieks of wood fowl echo in the trees. The path from our village to the King’s Highway is no road at all. To the east, that faint track leads up through the forest until it reaches, finally, the open country and paths that lead to other places. Hob is taking us beyond the bounds of the known world.” — from the novel SINFUL FOLK
PHOTO: F1000030 by intodarkerwaters on Flickr.
August 17, 2015
August 16, 2015
Research - New Novel
I’m working on a new novel, in very early stages. Requires quite a bit of historical research.
See if you can tell from this stack of books where my research is taking me… and in which historical period my novel-in-progress is set.
Research – New Novel was originally published on NedNote
BOOK QUOTE:“On most nights under the winter moon, when we have...
BOOK QUOTE:
“On most nights under the winter moon, when we have made our camp, around us echo faint sounds of that other hidden world – the one of meadow and forest in the night. The melody of whippoorwill, the cry of hunting owl, the scurrying rush of vole and chasing fox. This night, the land is empty. The silence is deep in stark and open heath, the woods carry no sound.”
– from the novel SINFUL FOLK
August 15, 2015
August 13, 2015
August 12, 2015
"Liberation is not deliverance. One gets free from the galleys, but not from the sentence"
- Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
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