Karla Mouncey-Jaggers

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Seven Hours Left!

In Writing on June 24, 2012 at 9:12 am

There is now only seven hours left to download my free ebook from Ether! Being in this contest has really showed me the power of marketing and getting your message out there. I am currently third with seven hours to go! It is very close so I only need a few more of you to download it! It’s completely free and will only take you about two minutes!

How to….
1.Download Ether from the App store
2.Once it has downloaded search for Karla or The Box in the App
3. Click on the story
4.Click FREE and then DOWNLOAD
5. The story will now be in your collections!

Each device you do it on counts as a vote!

Much much love xxx

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I Need Your Votes!

In Writing on June 11, 2012 at 11:05 am
Hello Everybody!
I have just had my short story short listed for the “Ether” Sci-Fi anf Fantasy competition. I need all the downloads I can get. http://bit.ly/yUC2T0  The app is really worthwhile having it has tons of great short stories on for reading on-the-go to find my story just search for my name Karla Mouncey-Jaggers or the title of my story “The Box”. I really need your downloads I would be so greatful. You don’t even have to read it!
Much Love
Karla

Chapters, Who Need Them!

In The Olivia Everett Series on December 29, 2011 at 11:53 am

After completing a second novel this November I looked back over my manuscripts and decided that they felt more like two parts of the same book. It was then that I decided to merge the two into Book 1: London’s Bleeding. Once decided I then had to start putting in Chapters.

When I write for the first time I tend to write one long string of prose without any chapters. I do try hard to put in paragraphs (mostly). This style of writing leads me to the rather long and drawn out process of adding chapters! I am aware that a book needs chapters if not for structure then so the reader can stop reading at a set moment rather than in the middle of the action. Some of the main feedback I got from readers was there need for chapters.

It was long long long process but after it was completed I was relieved. I now feel like I can set myself realistic editing goals for example I will complete the redraft of chapters 1-3 this week.

Overall I think chapters are needed for reader and writer. In the future I will try to put them in. Its just that Olivia talks too damn fast. 😉

NaNoWriMo Buzz

In The Olivia Everett Series, Writing on November 2, 2011 at 1:22 pm

So Nano has begun! I started early yesterday morning, I actually started my day an hour early to get some writing done! I was rehearsing all day and the performing in the evening. I managed to reach 2k in all the breaks and pauses.

What struck me most about the process was the buzz I got! Every time I reached another 100 words I got a little tummy flip! I’m loving getting back with Olivia, it’s like a big cuddle everytime I sit at my lap top.

I don’t want to ruin anything for the few who have read book 1 but there are some twists coming tour way! I am now on my way to my first organised write in !

It’s official my name is Karla and I am a NaNo addict!

Warm Up Sprints for NaNoWriMo

In The Olivia Everett Series on October 16, 2011 at 11:59 am

During November I will be participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), this is the amazing feat of writing a 50,000 novel in 30 days. I am very excited about this challenge! I have chosen to write the second book of the Olivia Everett series and in order to prepare I am going to be doing some small writing exercises in order to ‘warm up’ for the marathon that is NaNoWriMo.

 

 

Getting to know my characters is very important to me, I think that knowing every detail about them is very important. This is a short exercise to get to know the idiosyncrasies and seemingly unimportant details of Olivia and Ben’s pockets.

 

The Contents of Olivia Everett’s rucksack

  • Extra arrows
  • Stale polos
  • An empty water bottle
  • Keys
  • Oyster card
  • Stakes
  • Garlic essence
  • Purse
  • £24.07 in the purse
  • 1 debit card
  • 1 expired library card
  • 1 café Nero loyalty card
  • Scraps of paper
  • 1 pencil
  • 1 pen
  • Iphone
  • Plasters
  • Bandages
  • Safety pins
  • Antiseptic wipes
  • Grandmothers charm bracelet
  • Grandmothers charm bag

The contents of Ben’s pockets

  • Wallet
  • Three debit cards
  • £250.00 in cash
  • £7.28 in change
  • Oyster card
  • Iphone
  • Pack of mints
  • Small daguerreotype of his wife and son
  • Condom
  • Keys to pub

 

 

If you would like to be writing buddies my NaNo user name is Mrsmj

Book One First Draft

In Book 1 on October 11, 2011 at 10:59 am

So I finished typing up my first draft of book 1, it feels amazing to have it finished. I have let my husband and family go through it with a red pen and I am gradually getting feedback. One of the main points is that there isn’t enough of it, I also seem to have been indecisive about some of Olivia’s emotion and written some sections twice from different emotions. It still amazes me that my writing brain works faster than my conscious one. I wrote a section previously where I had planned for a specific character to call Olivia. The phone rang and when she picked the phone up it was someone completely different. I am going to take a break from book 1whilst I complete book 2 for NaNoWriMo, I have a lot of ideas and a lot of plot points I am going to expand on.

 

 

Watch this space for some extracts from Olivia Everett book 2!!

 

As a first time NaNo I would love any advice and pep talks from any NaNo veterans, I would also like to go to as many write ins as possible can anyone recommend any near Richmond?

The Darkness Within

In Book 1 on October 3, 2011 at 1:28 pm

WARNING : CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND TORTURE

“Inside there was a small male vampire, he looked about fifteen but he could have been fifteen hundred. He looked at me with eyes wide and calculating and then he was going for the window. I shot him in the shoulder and pinned him to the wall, to my satisfaction he cried out. I hadn’t missed, I wanted him alive, for now.  I fired again hitting him in the other shoulder, he was stuck there with both shoulders raised slighty like he was on a coat hanger. He flailed violently kicking his legs like an injured insect trying to crawl away. His mouth, neck and chest were covered in dried brown blood. I fired again into each leg and he jerked with both shots and then was still. Only his eyes moved following me as I moved towards him. “Bitch” he spat at me.

I calmed myself, pushed the anger and sickness down and buried it away. There would be time to deal with it later. Catch the killers. Kill the vampires. Stop this ever happening again. I’d cry later. I was in front of him now and his eyes were fixed on mine, if looks could kill. I stared into his eyes and let the hatred I felt for him fill my pupils. I reached for my phone and set it to record then I balanced it on the desk making sure it caught the vampire on film. He was eyeing the camera worriedly as he began to struggle again, pushing at the arrows and causing fresh blood to pour to the floor it was borrowed children’s blood.

 I pulled a syringe of garlic out of my belt and stabbed him in the neck with it. He flinched and then his head lolled forward like a drunk. I picked up a paper weight from the desk it was made of a heavy polished wood, maybe mahogany. I hit him across the face with it. Using my whole body to get maximum impact I pulled my arm back and hit him again. His head jerked with the force of it and he spat blood to the floor.

“Where is Vane?” I asked my voice didn’t sound how I felt, it came out low and controlled.

“Who?” he slurred. I hit him again.

“Where is Vane?” I repeated.

“Fuck you” he spat at me his blood flecked around his mouth. I dropped the paperweight and took a stake from my belt and for the first time he looked frightened. I stabbed him in the hand.

“Where is Vane?” My voice had risen in pitch and he screamed into my face like a pig. He didn’t respond this time, he looked down and took a long deep breath and then he fixed my with determined eyes and whispered.

“I’m more afraid of him than you” I smiled, slow and meaningful, I felt my body grow cold like stone. I took two stakes I stuck one in his other hand and the other in his stomach, I crucified the fucker.

“Tower Hill” he screamed through gritted teeth.

“How many vampires does he have?”

“About a hundred” he was crying, thick red tears, he’d cracked like an egg.

“Where in Tower Hill?” I asked

“Just fucking kill me” he shouted at me “I’m dead anyway”

“Where?” I shouted back at him twisting the stake in his stomach.

 He spat blood at me and I had a flash back, my spit on Mal’s  face and his tongue darting to lick it off it, was another real life memory and I could feel my neck aching. I turned away from the vampire and regained my breath whilst I leaned on the desk. What was I doing? I was torturing someone, had I become the villain? The de-human? This was wrong but I needed to find Vane because I had to stop this. I turned back to the vampire who was staring at me and breathing fast threw his nose. I had an idea. I went close to him almost nose to nose. I couldn’t tell he was weak , he looked stoned from the garlic and the blood loss. 

“What is the address?” I said slowly and he tried to shake his head. I leant to the side exposing Mal’s bite to him and he made a small whimper, I scratched the bite and took a sharp intake of breath as the wound opened and I was bleeding. I knew he would be famished because of the blood pouring out of him, “What is the address?” I whispered, my voice was shaking I was scared but I was determined. I could feel a drop of blood snake its way down my neck as I looked into his eyes to see his pupils dilate. He was staring at my neck and his mouth was half parted in an almost coital expression. “Address?” I moved away from him and he moaned like a kicked puppy and he began to struggle against the stakes. I moved closer again and he whispered “He’s under the tower” 

I felt elated but I needed to find Vane because I had to stop this. I turned back to the vampire who was staring at me and breathing fast threw his nose.  I had to get to Ben, to get back up and then get to Vane before morning. I went to leave lost in my thoughts I’d forgotten the vampire who growled at me. I turned back and pulled the stake out of his stomach and pushed it deep into his heart. Blood fountained our over my hand and arm then he screamed the sound of a dying man. I picked up my phone and walked out of the room to the sounds of a vampire dying in agony. It was a comforting sound as I wound my way threw the rows and rows of dead children.”

A Writer’s Plea

In Writing on September 28, 2011 at 6:33 pm

So, this year I have decided to do National Novel
Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) for those who don’t know it is a writing festival in which lots of writers from all over the world attempt to complete a fifty thousand word novel in 30 days.

I would really like to use this time to write Olivia Everett book two. I will only be able to do this when I have completed the first draft of book one. Although the book is completed in handwritten format I am still struggling to get it typed up in quickly. I find the whole process incredibly tedious.

I sit down to start typing it up and become bored easily, I have too many ideas that I want to explore but I have promised myself I would get it done by November.

I am writing this as a plea to any writers. How do I get through the handwritten stuff quickly? Any advice about self motivation? Anything?

Vane, Vampire With a Grudge

In Book 1 on September 23, 2011 at 2:41 pm

““You are aware that I am Arch vampire of London yes?” I nodded again “ This means that all the vampire community owe allegiance to me and those with allegiance are required to live only on donated blood or leave London” I nodded for a third time “ you are also aware that you kill at least two vampires a night who are feeding on unwilling victims”

“I know all this Ben put the puzzle together” I snapped

“Tell me Liv. If your body count is racking up and my vampires aren’t hunting who are you dusting every evening?” The puzzle clicked and it showed on my face “Yes Livy we have been fighting a revolt for the last three hundred years” I shook off my curiosity

“I don’t really care about you vampire politics Ben what does this have to do with what happened tonight?” he was visually pissed at me and the jaw muscle was jumping again.

“I do not have time to explain to a child” he spat at me.

“Then do it fast!” I retorted.

What he said next was incredibly fast and my ears worked overtime to make sense of it.

“When a vampire is made their first drink is directly related to their strength in the first few years. Virgin’s blood is the strongest and the more innocent the more potent” It dawned on me what he was getting at and what Trista had recalled in her mimicked voice “The blood will make you stronger”

“Someone is killing kids” I said more to myself that to him

“It would appear so” Ben straightened it was clear that this bothered him

“Who is this bastard?”

“His name is Vane. He is ruthless and inconspicuous only a few of us have ever seen him in the flesh” His lips curled into a grimace as he said the name like he’s tasted something bad. “We know very little about him except his want for power is all consuming. It is said that he killed his own maker because he couldn’t stand someone having control over him” Ben wasn’t looking at me anymore he was somewhere else, somewhere dark with Vane. It was severely unnerving to see him like this. Vane sounded like the thing that goes bump in the night.

He suddenly snapped back from his revere and fixed his eyes on me. “That is all I can tell you.” he moved closer “Unless you have had a change of heart and want to join our little army?” he smiled full and genuine I went to step back

“Thanks for the info Ben I like to be informed” I was babbling because he was too close to me. His hand was suddenly cupping my face and his thumb caressed my cheek and his fingers deep in my hair. I lost my words and my heart was in my mouth. I could feel all the blood rushing to my face making me blush. He was so near to me that he whispered barely audible “I wait for the day you will come running into my arms Olivia” and then he was gone. The door moved slightly and I knew he had gone back into the office. I stood for a moment regaining my composure. My breath was hurried like I’d just ran up a flight of stairs and my heart was racing. Fuck why did he have to smell so good shouldn’t he smell of dead things?” “

Reality and Fiction : One and The Same?

In Book 1 on September 18, 2011 at 11:00 am

Anyone who writes, have you ever noticed how people from your life creep into your writing?

When I told my husband that Olivia’s husband had died he was annoyed. “you killed me off?” he asked. Of course I hadn’t written it that way but when I thought back Olivia’s husband had a lot of the qualities of mine!

James Everett had my husbands eyes, his loving heart and his fondness of children. I was shocked that I had done this and it played on my mind quite a bit.

A few days later whilst playing poker I looked across the table to my husband and he wiggled his eyebrows at me . I was blown away, a few hours earlier I had written a scene with Ben (the arch vampire of London) in which he did the exact same expression to Olivia. I realised what I had done!

I split my husband in two, his kind and soft side made up James Everett, his sexy and cocky side made up Ben. I guess it’s impossible to separate your own experiences from your writing. I just never thought I would add them in such a literal way!