It’s time to play...
Well, they say listening to classical music makes you more intelligent, and there’s a lot of it in my book. So perhaps Tom Hanks would imagine the music and it would help him open his brain enough to think of a clever way to get back home.
You have a chance to appear on the hit talent show for authors, American Book Idol, and the mighty judges will determine whether your book will make it to Hollywood and become a big screenplay. What would impress them more – your book cover, an excerpt or your best review – and why?
If we’re talking about quick first impressions I would say the cover, because who can resist a handsome guy with a violin?
A man was caught stealing your book out of a bookstore. When asked why he did it, he opened the book and pointed a passage out. What was that passage?
“Well, the straight answer
is that it’s an artist’s club. It’s open to all, and you can use the rooms for
practice space. On the weekends they throw big shindigs like this one. The
urban legend says that the house was bought by a homeless street performer in
the late eighties. A guy named Bob Farrell who used to sit on O’Connell Street with his dog and play guitar for passers-by. One
day after finishing up, he looked in his hat to find the usual bits of change,
but there was also a crumpled piece of paper that turned out to be a lottery
ticket. Can you see where I’m going with this?”
Shane’s golden-brown eyes
dance in the darkening light. “Sort of.”
“So Bob goes to check the numbers, and lo and
behold, he’s won the jackpot. Keep in mind this was the late eighties and the
jackpot was probably only a couple hundred thousand at the time. Still, he
managed to afford to buy this house smack dab in the middle of the city and
opened it up to his fellow struggling artists. When he came to view it for the
first time, he found two little ladybirds on the windowsill in a room on the
second floor. From there on out he christened the place ‘Ladybirds,’ and it’s
been a haven for art ever since.”Well, I live in Ireland so I’m not so clued in on the different states. I suppose Massachusetts would be a good one because all the Irish people in Boston could support my book, lol.
L.H.
Cosway has a BA in English Literature and Greek and Roman Civilisation, and an
MA in Postcolonial Literature. She lives in Dublin city. Her inspiration to
write comes from music. Her favourite things in life include writing stories,
vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course,
books.
Her latest book is the contemporary romance, Still Life with Strings.
Visit her website at www.lhcosway.com.
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My name is Jade Lennon and I stand still for money.
The night I saw Shane Arthur watching me everything changed. A man in a suit always catches my eye, but it was the way he looked at me that was different. Like he knew me or something. He didn’t know me, especially not in my costume. My sobriety rests on staying away from men, but there was something about him that made me throw caution to the wind.
After all, I was never going to see him again, right?
Wrong.
Standing still isn’t the only way I make my money. I also bartend at a concert hall. Never in my wildest dreams did I think Shane was going to show up there. Not only that, but he’s the most recent addition to the orchestra. So now on a daily basis I have to resist one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever met and he plays the violin. For me that’s one hell of a deadly cocktail.
He wants me to teach him how to live. I’m not sure how much a twenty-six year old recovering alcoholic who works in a bar and moonlights as a living statue can teach a world class concert violinist, but I’m sure going to try.
Still Life with Strings is a story of music, art, sex, magical realism, and romance that you will never forget.
The night I saw Shane Arthur watching me everything changed. A man in a suit always catches my eye, but it was the way he looked at me that was different. Like he knew me or something. He didn’t know me, especially not in my costume. My sobriety rests on staying away from men, but there was something about him that made me throw caution to the wind.
After all, I was never going to see him again, right?
Wrong.
Standing still isn’t the only way I make my money. I also bartend at a concert hall. Never in my wildest dreams did I think Shane was going to show up there. Not only that, but he’s the most recent addition to the orchestra. So now on a daily basis I have to resist one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever met and he plays the violin. For me that’s one hell of a deadly cocktail.
He wants me to teach him how to live. I’m not sure how much a twenty-six year old recovering alcoholic who works in a bar and moonlights as a living statue can teach a world class concert violinist, but I’m sure going to try.
Still Life with Strings is a story of music, art, sex, magical realism, and romance that you will never forget.