THE ONE – day 2

 

They say I tell it like Stephen King

with the magic of a Blyton caper

the Horror of Hammer

the brashness of Burton

and a production like Spielberg on paper

 

Dahl has been mentioned

as has JK, Carroll and Christie

Well, that’s all very well

but it’s not good enough

cos I want to be compared to this ME

 

So it’s FREE for five days

and this is day TWO

one click and it’s yours to treasure

If enough of you do

it can spread like the Matrix

and Hudspith can become the measure

~}~

Please help me be The One.

Download FREE

Kimi’s Secret, UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B005ZCQ91W

Kimi’s Secret, USA: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005ZCQ91W

Kimi’s Secret, Germany: https://www.amazon.de/dp/B005ZCQ91W

Kimi’s Secret, France: https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B005ZCQ91W

***** 18 out of 18 x 5 star reviews *****

THE ONE

They say I tell it like Stephen King

with the magic of a Blyton caper

the Horror of Hammer

the brashness of Burton

and a production like Spielberg on paper

 

Dahl has been mentioned

as has JK, Carroll and Christie  

Well, that’s all very well

but it’s not good enough

cos I want to be compared to this ME

 

So it’s FREE for five days

and this is the first

one click and it’s yours to treasure

If enough of you do

it can spread like the Matrix

and Hudspith can become the measure

~}~

Please help me be The One.

Download FREE

Kimi’s Secret, UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B005ZCQ91W

Kimi’s Secret, USA: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B005ZCQ91W

Kimi’s Secret, Germany: https://www.amazon.de/dp/B005ZCQ91W

Kimi’s Secret, France: https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B005ZCQ91W

***** 18 out of 18 x 5 star reviews *****

Oops I did it again…

At precisely 1647 on this day – the glorious twelfth –

I typed:

THE END

and Kimi’s second adventure reached its conclusion.

What a great feeling!

 

Kimi’s Secret: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B005ZCQ91W

Kimi wins GOLD

Kimi just received her 15th 5 star review…

Wowee what a journey.. just finished reading KIMI’S SECRET and I didnt want the journey to end! An amazingly super quadruple twisting non end – was sucked in all the way and Im still in the world of heart. I wanna learn to fling a stunner, create a twirly and get me some mojo!! Will pass on liquifying dodo brain delicasy tho! Brilliant story, Harry Potter got nothing on KIMI.”

Awesome! Thank you, Liz!

 

Kimi’s Secret: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B005ZCQ91W

Close Encounters of the Nostalgic Kind

Andrew Lloyd Webber stoked me last night. (no kidding)

He’s a clever man, a genius, a bloke I admire very much. When he does his cheesy TV shows to search for Dorothy, Maria etc., I always watch and appreciate his talent. Currently he’s searching for Jesus, and I’ve been watching the show, however I only saw the trailer or the first time last night. And it stoked me – almost into flames, or even tears.

When I was a soft but thankfully not spotty sixteen year-old, I went to the cinema with my cousin, Mark to see the latest film they were raving about at school. Those weren’t the days when you had no shoes and it cost a jam jar to get in, this was later, the days when cinema seats had ashtrays on the back and people would bring a six-pack of McEwan’s Export to chug in the smoke haze and hopefully see a film.

Close Encounters of the Third Kind was the film. Stephen Spielberg excelled with faultless, enthralling storytelling. And that’s just it, even through the smoky fug it had me by the short and curlies and, I would learn, it would never let me go. Secret aliens with stick thin bodies and bulbous heads abducting humans. Spaceships and saucers, government secrets and – oh my god – the glorious Mothership herself with her explosive trombones!

I returned the next night and the next and again for five nights in a row until my pocket money ran out. The concept of aliens among us was huge, sparking within me a thirst for the paranormal, the supernatural, the things that can’t be explained.

I hooked up with Fortean Times, Unexplained magazine, devoured them and searched for more.

Then came the X-Files, the internet, Area 51, the Roswell autopsy video and its many spinoffs and conspiracy theories that would have me continually enthralled.

My search has always been, and still is, a sceptical, scientific one. Of course there must be aliens in our vast known universe; be they maggots or mammoths they must be out there but as for visiting Earth, I think not – at least not in my lifetime.

My love for the `greys` is a love instilled at an impressionable age and is now a part of me. To write them into Kimi’s Secret was always a mission and it was a delicious task bringing them to life as the greylians.

Getting back to last night, Lloyd Webber’s trailer stoked the fire:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhrrPbC7z2U&feature=youtube_gdata_player

What a genius production.

~~~

Buy Kimi’s Secret: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B005ZCQ91W

Are you local?

Strange days.

With a mountain of editing deadlines and a neglected Kimi wagging a finger at me, I decided, before getting my head down, to try somewhere new for walking the Olster, reminding myself, as always, to look out for the weird and wonderful.

Only one mile from home, I chose the village of Yaxley and soon realised that I could have been in Royston Vasey.

First up was the woman in pink. She was jogging, pounding the pavement quite heavily, and at first what I thought were two huge bowling balls in her hands, turned out to be her rather more than ample chest, which she clasped tightly as she ran. With a smile on my face, I could not help think that jogging was not meant for her.

Seconds later I drove past a postwoman just as she was turning from her laden trolley, letters in hand, and stepping onto someone’s driveway. The trolley began to roll – quickly – down the slight incline. In my rear-view mirror the postwoman did not reappear, but I did wonder if the trolley would catch up with the pink jogger. However, I could not slow or stop to find out because suddenly there was an ambulance with sirens blaring coming up behind so I had to put my foot down.

Wondering if there might be hidden cameras and this was all set up, I stopped at the local shop – the woman there had a turned up nose and wore glasses.

She did not ask if I was local but I did hear her talking to an old guy about that `lovely dwarf` and `what a lovely fellow` he is. `yes,` agreed the old guy, `but that Ricky Gervais grates on me`

I didn’t really like to ask, convinced the cosmic joker might be having a giraffe on my behalf, so waited until I got home and asked Google. Sure enough, Yaxley is home to actor Warwick Davis (Star Wars, Harry Potter, and recently: Life’s too Short)

Okay, my day has been made so far: pink joggers with built-in weights, runaway postal trolleys, and a famous dwarf actor for a neighbour. Then I found Ollie in the garden, foreleg raised, snout pointed, and knew that the second batch of starlings had decided it was time to leave the eaves.

So I took a few snaps.

What a great morning.

 Best get some work done.

Kimi’s Secret Wins Gold !!!

“Intelligent, professional, creative and worthy of a great deal of praise.”

 

Receiving these comments from such a respected reviewer as Perry Iles makes the slog worthwhile. My athlete, trained from birth, just came back with gold…

 

 Kimi’s Secret – John Hudspith

Reviewed by Words With Jam columnist and reviewer Perry Iles

 

There’s a story in here, and a good one at that, a tale told for children and young adults that doesn’t patronise its audience or insult their intelligence. Here is a story that tells itself at its own pace, allowing the suspense to extend across several chapters as the characters develop and interact, a story that runs along as a series of set pieces filled with action and adventure. Kimi Nichols is a girl approaching her eleventh birthday. She lives in the Cornish town ofMousehole, and wants nothing more than a ride in a pink limo for her birthday. She’s a normal kid; wears pink, loves her mum and dad, but something very abnormal is about to happen to her, heralded by swarms – murders in fact – of crows (would a small group of crows be an attempted murder, I wonder?) and by a thunderstorm of supernatural proportions that appears to sweep her parents into oblivion.

 

So instead of a pink limo, Kimi gets Bentley, her tulpa, a composite of her own thoughts and emotions that she unknowingly conjured into being when she was threatened by a giant cat on Bodmin Moor at the age of five. Bentley is a beautifully imagined character, an original creation who shifts arbitrarily from youth to old age and back again on a whim, and who acts as the reader’s guide whilst simultaneously educating Kimi into the ways of her new life. This could be really clumsy and awkward, a fictional trope calling attention to itself in a way that screams of affectation, but Hudspith pulls it off superbly, with no convoluted dialogue or lumpy downloads of fact.

 

Bentley tells Kimi that her life has been a hollow sham, that she is in fact a premature Balancer, someone who helps hold worlds in harmony. Hold on a minute… we’ve been here before, haven’t we? Young boy with National Health specs and a lightning scar gets taken from normal surroundings and shoved through a station platform wall into the wonderful world of wizardry? Well maybe there are some similarities in approach, but Hudspith has the imagination and the ability to make this different enough to retain originality. Threatened by crows, protected by a mass of verminous tooth-fairies, Bentley and Kimi come to Heart, a land of fantasy brought to life very successfully in a style that is bright, imaginative and colourful. They are taken to Middling, a slightly Tolkienesque city surrounded by rocky ridges with an immense mountain as a backdrop. But Hudspith’s originality reminds us we’re not in Middle Earth. “Rocky terrain led to potholed fields which in turn met swampy marshland that smelled like sick”. The fairies, famoose as they’re called, subsist on rotten teeth, crunching them like crumbly rock. It’s not exactly Rivendell and Galadriel, is it? No, and all the better for it. Kimi’s Secret is a book that ploughs its own furrow through the landscape of fantasy as Heart comes to life, as a bewildered and frightened Kimi meets adepts, greylians, other balancers and Rehd, a simian police chief on a quad-bike. Kimi makes friends with Sue the Guy – a chef who one might imagine as a kind of gay Hagrid, and with Stella, a punky, attitudinal girl, described in a one-for-the-dads kind of way as an attractive, leather-clad balancer appointed as Kimi’s mentor. Like Bentley, Stella guides Kimi and the reader deeper into the landscape and traditions of Heart, and like Bentley, Stella’s role is well written and smoothly executed.

 

Such encounters and the tests Kimi is forced to go through keep the reader entertained. Somewhere in the background, as the pages go on, there’s a sense of “where’s the story gone” as the set pieces follow, each hot on the heels of the last, with no let-up in imaginative setting and description. Somehow I found myself well and truly immersed in the book before I began to think that something ought to happen soon, and just in time, it did. Kimi discovers that her parents appear to have been killed as they were on the verge of making an exciting discovery. To rescue them, Kimi, Bentley, Rehd the police chief, Sue the Guy and Stella must join forces and survive perilous and at times wonderfully nauseating encounters as they pursue Kimi’s parents and unravel the story in a series of revelations and adventures…

 

So the book has style, imagination, effortless scene-setting and characterisation and a fair chunk of originality going for it. And, as I said before, it’s a page-turner.

 

What doesn’t the book have? A good editor might have suggested bringing Kimi herself to life a little more. She has a slightly deformed hand: Little Hand she calls it, her left, which she can’t open properly and which gets pins and needles as a kind of harbinger or internal barometer of impending threat. This deformity sticks in the reader’s mind and is explained later as an aid to accuracy, but whilst Sue, Rehd and Stella are well-described, there’s a hole in the centre where an image of Kimi should be. A good editor might tell Hudspith to fill this hole, but even a good editor is sometimes wrong. The reader has to imagine Kimi, which is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, we don’t really know what she looks like – an average English girl of around eleven, likes jeans and superman t-shirts, is affronted by the fact that the colour pink is outlawed on Heart. But on the other hand, it means we have to use our imagination. We’re used to living in a world where Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger are indistinguishable from Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint and Emma Watson, but a little bit of mental exercise is no bad thing, surely. We can each keep a picture of our own Kimi-composite in our heads (until such time as they film the book, when someone from a famous drama school will no doubt stop us from this unpleasant chore of having to think for ourselves.) Hudspith says that this lack of pictorial description of Kimi was deliberate, and in the final analysis that’s no bad thing. Should we rely on the Disney takes for our mental pictures of Snow White and Cinderella? What about Peter and Lucy and Edmund and Susan from the Narnia books? Or Tracey Beaker? And don’t forget that Santa Claus never wore a red suit until the Coca Cola company put him in it. The fact that these characters have all been brought to life commercially shouldn’t prevent readers from having their own mental pictures of them. Pictures they drew themselves. So, go off into your head and make up your own Kimi. Hudspith’s given you the room, knock yourself out. And while you’re doing that, you might tip your hat in John Hudspith’s direction as a gesture of appreciation for not hammering a picture of a character to the wall of your own internal canvas.

 

In the end, the tale is brought to a very satisfying conclusion, a clever reworking of the start of the story that’s intelligent, professional, creative and worthy of a great deal of praise. It’s an ending that’s bold and, as far as this tale is concerned, finite. It’s not one of those wishy-washy American endings that leave everything open so that the writer can cash in on the sequel, and yet the ending of Kimi’s Secret promises more, promises a series by finishing with what’s basically the start of book two – a book which, if Kimi’s Secret is anything to go by, holds out a great deal of promise.

 

To conclude then, John Hudspith has the imagination and the style to keep his characters three-dimensional and his story interesting and eventful in a setting that’s well-realised and colourful. If Kimi’s Secret is the opening volume in a series, I can only wish the stories luck and hope that mainstream success can follow.

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For me, the greatest challenge when composing a written piece, no matter how long or how short, is to make that final connection with reader. To be told that you have done that in an original and entertaining way is pure gold. Thank you, Perry Iles you made it all worthwhile!