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How I Write, My Method – Joseph Lewis

I am delighted to be hosting Joseph Lewis today, as part of the blog blitz for his book, Caught in a Web. This is one for all you writers out there as Joseph kindly stopped by to tell me all about his own writing method.

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I think every interview I’ve ever done, the question comes up, “How do you write? What is your method?” Sometimes there is a variation, “When do you find the time to write?” I’m going to tackle this topic as best I can.

First of all, for me it isn’t a matter of finding time to write. Writing is my stress release. My wife runs each morning (probably something I should do as well) and goes to Cross Fit each afternoon. Yes, she is a warrior. Me, not so much. But a long time ago, she stated to me that running is her morning cup of coffee. She said that if she didn’t run, she would be tired and sluggish all day.

 I feel the same way about writing. When I’m not writing, I’m thinking about writing, even in my day job. I do quite a bit of “prewriting” in my head: what is this character going to say or do, how would he/she react if I place him or her in this situation.

 Then each evening after supper, I take out my trusty laptop and sit either at the kitchen table or on the sofa in the family room. The TV is on. My wife and daughter are talking, reading or watching TV. You see, I cannot write in isolation or in quiet. I need to have noise swirling around me. I can actually concentrate better. Besides, if I come to a passage that I’m not sure how I want it, I can bounce it off Kim or Hannah and see what they might say. Usually, my youngest, Emily, (senior year in college, an avid reader and a great writer in her own right) is my first set of eyes.

I always begin with what I had written the night before. It serves two purposes: 1. I can self-edit, clean up, change, add or delete what I don’t like; 2. It puts me in character and setting for what I’m about to write that night. Mostly each night, same routine. I write for at least an hour, sometimes two, and I have to say that the time flies by.

Like Kim with her running, my writing is important to me. So much so, I feel cheated when I can’t pull out the laptop to give it a go. Even now as I write this post, I’m thinking of a scene.

Stylistically, I write what I call Patterson Chapters. James Patterson uses short chapters and seldom does he end them cleanly at an “end.” Each individual chapter seems to lead directly into the next and pulls the reader along. Truly, page-turners. My writing is similar.

Two examples come to mind. I had several readers tell me that they cannot read me at night. Not so much because I scare them, though there are elements of suspense, especially in Caught in a Web (drugs, death and gangs) and the more recent, Spiral Into Darkness (serial killer with a list, but no one understands the “why” behind the list). It is because of the Patterson Chapters that keep the reader going and unable to close the book. One reviewer wrote, “If you like James Patterson, you’ll love Joseph Lewis.” That is not only flattering, but humbling at the same time.

It takes me anywhere from start to finish approximately nine months to a year to finish a book, have it edited and shopped to a publisher. Spiral Into Darkness came out this past January, but I am already three-fourths complete with the first draft of a follow-up titled, Betrayed. And, I’m using the same methods as I outlined above. It might not work for everyone, but it seems to work just fine for me.

Keep reading for the all important details about Caught in a Web.

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The bodies of high school and middle school kids are found dead from an overdose of heroin and fentanyl. The drug trade along the I-94 and I-43 corridors and the Milwaukee Metro area is controlled by MS-13, a violent gang originating from El Salvador. Ricardo Fuentes is sent from Chicago to Waukesha to find out who is cutting in on their business, shut it down and teach them a lesson.  But he has an ulterior motive: find and kill a fifteen-year-old boy, George Tokay, who had killed his cousin the previous summer.

Detectives Jamie Graff, Pat O’Connor and Paul Eiselmann race to find the source of the drugs, shut down the ring, and find Fuentes before he kills anyone else, especially George or members of his family. The three detectives come to realize that the ring has its roots in a high school among the students and staff.


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Joseph Lewis has written five books: Caught in a Web; Taking Lives; Stolen Lives; Shattered Lives, and Splintered Lives. His sixth, Spiral into Darkness, debuts January 17, 2019 from Black Rose Writing. Lewis has been in education for 42 years and counting as a teacher, coach, counselor and administrator. He is currently a high school principal and resides in Virginia with his wife, Kim, along with his daughters, Hannah and Emily. His son, Wil, is deceased.

Lewis uses his psychology and counseling background to craft his characters which helps to bring them to life. His books are topical and fresh and appeal to anyone who enjoys crime thriller fiction with grit and realism and a touch of young adult thrown in.





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My Favourite Places – Paul Ian Cross

I am thrilled to have a guest post from Paul Ian Cross to share with you today. Thank you so much Paul for taking the time to tell us all about your favourite places.

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Thank you for inviting me onto you blog! After I finished university I went straight into work. I really regretted not taking some time out to travel, so now I’m making up for it! My partner Adrian and I have travelled a lot in the last five years and we have been to some amazing places. We’ve been to Scotland (especially the Isle of Skye), Spain, Canada, Greece, The Philippines, New York, Ireland and Japan. I loved Japan, especially Tokyo. We arrived in the city, then travelled around the country for a few weeks but returned to Tokyo early so we could spend more time there. It’s such an incredible city! We were worried it would be a little overwhelming, but we were surprised to discover lots of relatively quiet and relaxing areas amongst the metropolis. Pretty cool for a city of that size. My favourite place in Tokyo was Asakusa.

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Asakusa, Japan

We are currently away on a long-term trip as I write. We took two months off to visit Los Angeles, French Polynesia, New Zealand, Australia and the Cook Islands. I was able to finish my novel while I was away (mainly working on the final edits) and it has been an inspiring time to work. In fact, we travelled around so much during the last few weeks of edits that we moved through space (places) and time (several time zones – including moving across the international date line). I think moving through space and time was the perfect end to completing a book about space-time travel!

During our current trip, I have loved so many places but French Polynesia and New Zealand really stood out to me. New Zealand has so many different landscapes from mountains and rivers to wonderful coasts and volcanic landscapes with geysers and sulphur lakes! We also did a helicopter trip above the Fox and Franz Josef glaciers which was amazing.

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Rotorua, New Zealand
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Me on a mountain near Fox Glacier, New Zealand

As I write I am sitting on an island called Aitutaki in the Cook Islands. It’s an ‘almost atoll’ and we can see the sea from our veranda, but the area in front of our cottage is a lagoon. We’ve been watching fish jump around during sunset and it has been incredibly relaxing.

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Our current view – Aitutaki Lagoon, the Cook Islands

In French Polynesia, we visited an island near Tahiti called Mo’orea which was teeming with wildlife. We swam with stingrays and reef sharks before we received news that a humpback whale was singing in the bay near us. We quickly returned to the boat and moved to the area. The lead biologist running the tour told us to get into the water fast, so we did. I placed my head under the water and my ears popped. I thought how strange and tried again. It then dawned on me… the pressure in my ears was whale song. It was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. Not only could you hear the whale song, but you could feel the sound waves reverberate through your body. At one point, I felt a roar of sound through me and it turned out the whale had passed right underneath us. This experience was definitely my number one. I’ve always had a love for whales and this has only enhanced my love for these incredible animals!

My passion for travel has also influenced my writing and some of the places I’ve visited have made it into my story – as Engella, the main protagonist, travels through time and space during her adventures. You can see the photographs from my previous and current trips (some of which have made it into the novel) on Instagram. My handle is

Thanks so much for inviting me to your blog and I hope you enjoy reading The Lights of Time! It won’t be long before Engella’s journey continues. Perhaps she’ll make it to French Polynesia in the next book! 😊

Paul’s book, The Lights of Time can be purchased through the links below. Head over to the book review section of my blog to read my thoughts on the book.

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Bizarre honeymoon thanks to the most unusual gate crasher

I am delighted to have Lexi Rees guest posting today to tell us all about her nautical adventures. Over to you Lexi:

Hi Mai, Thanks so much for having me on your blog! Obviously, you know about my new book, but I’m not always writing. I spend a lot of time sailing, as you might guess when you read Eternal Seas.

Until I met my husband, the only time I had set foot on a boat was a car ferry to Mull, and a school cruise (on a converted car ferry) when I was about 15. But he is a keen sailor, so I gave it a go. We started off doing the Spring racing series from the Isle of Wight. It was cold and wet, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. “Better a happy boat, than a winning boat,” the skipper used to say. Although I did notice that he only invited my hubby to the join the very competitive team which he won a different series with every year.

Before we even thought about getting a house together, we bought an old boat in Italy and spent a few years doing it up. We then sailed it from Italy, all the way through the Greek islands, and into Turkey.

I haven’t seen many kids’ books where the sailing described in it is realistic so I wanted to bring my experience into Eternal Seas.

I purposely avoided putting Finn and Aria onto a large galleon style boat as it would be impossible for a family to crew it. Even in Pirates of the Caribbean, Captain Jack Sparrow steals a ship ready prepared for sailing. The Alcina is based on a live-aboard family that we met in the Greek islands and their boat, Indianna.

All the terminology in Eternal Seas is nautically accurate – gybe, galley, windlass etc. I didn’t want to lose the impact by saying “change direction”, “kitchen”, and “anchor lifting machine”.

Stunning early morning departure

Over the years, we’ve been joined by many friends, and the arrival of my son which involved adding a lot of netting to the boat and some changes to the routine: “prepare to tack” became “move the baby to the low side, prepare to tack”. The boat is a bit like a giant jungle gym. Kids do tend to pop up through hatches like a jack-in-the-box so supervising is hard work!

Never too young to learn how to use a winch

It’s hard to pick favourite sailing moments, but being joined by dolphins on the bow is always amazing – the dolphins feature in Eternal Seas. I haven’t seen any dolphins for a few years now which is worrying. We did get joined by turtles last summer though which was a first for me.

If I had to pick a single landmark, sailing through the Corinth canal was spectacular, and we had my dad and uncle on board too so it was a great family trip.

For me, it’s not just about the physical sailing, it’s about the family memories. The sunset drinks, the lazy days where there is not a breath of wind and you spend the whole day swimming and reading …

A perfect end to a day’s sailing
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The Barefoot Road – Guest Post

As promised earlier, here is Vivienne Vermes to tell you, in her own words, what inspired her to write The Barefoot Road.

I didn’t choose to write my novel. It chose me. It was like a bird landing on my shoulder that kept pecking at my ear until I began my story. Let me explain. . .

I am on a very gruelling hike in Transylvania. Night is falling. We’re in the Valley of the Wolves (actually, not in the valley, but high on the hillside, in a forest). Way below, I can see the lights of the farmhouse where our group will be staying tonight. The woods are full of shadows and silence. If I stay very quiet, I feel the trees will start whispering to me. I let the group go on ahead. Our guide warns me not to linger too long, as the owner of the farm where we are staying is a dragon lady by the name of Paraschiva. I assure him I won’t stay long. But I do. For some reason, I’m totally unafraid. There is something haunting and magical about this place. As if it connects the depths of the earth with the stars overhead. It is so strong, so beyond human comprehension, that it effaces my petty human fears. I stay in this place until it gets dark.

Then I scramble down the mountain track. Anxiety returns. I am very late. I will get scolded. I will be unpopular with the group.

The farmhouse gets closer. Then I see it. The image will stay with me, and will be the beginning of the novel. A huge wooden gate, the entrance to the farm. Above the gate, the portal, with the shape of bats’ wings stencilled out of the wood. The stars glitter through the empty spaces. Underneath, a smaller door is encased in the big gate. It is open. A figure is silhouetted against the light coming from the farmhouse yard behind. It is Paraschiva. She is old, and bent. Her hands look like black claws. I am afraid. When I approach, she opens her arms and hugs me in a warm embrace. After a meal, we sit down over a glass of palinka (the local apricot brandy) and talk, in broken German, into the night. Her eyes are bright blue-green and shine out of her old face.

I have never met this woman before. Yet I feel I have come home.

Long after I have returned to my normal city life, I learn from the guide, with whom I have kept in touch, that sadly Paraschiva has died; that on her deathbed she revealed that her real name was Anna Schwarz*, and that she was born in Budapest, a Hungarian Jew. My father’s family was Hungarian Jewish. Their name, before they changed it to Vermes, was Schwarz. A common enough name. An uncommon experience. I began to write about Paraschiva, making up story after story about this woman who lived in the Valley of the Wolves, and had bright turquoise eyes.

Later, on the same hike, up in the Maramures, we trudge wearily into a long straggling village. We are exhausted. It has been a very hard climb over a mountain ridge, where we were caught in a fierce summer storm. I have a sore throat and my feet are dragging on the ground. We come to a farmhouse on the edge of the village. I lie down on a hard bed. Flies buzz around my nose. I vow never to go on an arduous hike again. Then I hear the music. A group of local musicians have arrived in a beat-up car with no windscreen but with the windscreen wipers working furiously. Soon we are all out drinking palinka and dancing on the uneven grass. The musicians are talented. Our spirits are raised by the magic of their songs. Yet we notice the violins are out of tune. Someone asks why. “Oh, the people who used to tune and repair the violins left the village long ago”. I sense a discomfort around the answers. Later, I discover they are talking about the Rrom and the Jews. They “left” during the 2nd World War. Deported, often with unimaginable brutality. The metaphor is strident. How simply “out of tune” we become when we stamp out racial diversity, when we retreat into fear of the “other”, the outsider, or even of the unknown – the mystery beyond our small human understanding. How we diminish the music of our existence when we try to limit it to our own worldview. “I’m right, you’re dead.” We do like certainty. A comfortable cop-out. A village – a country, a continent? – out of tune.

That’s when the story chose me.

My father was one of the last Hungarian Jews to escape Nazi-occupied Hungary in 1940. He managed to flee to Northern Ireland. To do so, he had to renounce his Jewish faith and declare himself a Catholic. In Northern Ireland, it would have been fine to be a Jew (there were too few of them to pose a problem) but to be a Catholic! Then he wanted to marry my Northern Irish mother, who was Protestant, and who had to convert to Catholicism to marry a Jew! In the end, they got married in a non-denominational church in Belfast, and spent their lives on a spiritual quest for a way of life that would transcend religious and political divides and prejudices.

Coming from such a family, and in today’s Europe, so torn apart by intolerance, the rise of nationalism, the refugee crisis, how could I not listen to the bird that landed on my shoulder? How could I not write the story, “The Barefoot Road”?

* Not Paraschiva’s real name nor our family’s. I have changed it to protect privacy.

Vivienne Vermes

Paris, 2018



Vivienne Vermes is a writer and actress of Irish and Hungarian descent who divides her time between Paris and London. She has published four collections of poetry: Sand Woman, Metamorphoses, Passages and When the World Stops Spinning, and has performed her work in festivals throughout Europe. She is winner of the Piccadilly Poets’ award, the Mail on Sunday’s Best Opening of a Novel competition, as well as Flash 500s prize for short prose and the Paragram national competition for best poem and “petite prose”. She has taught creative writing in universities in Transylvania, and runs a writers’ workshop in Paris.

As an actress, she has played roles in a number of French films, including Les Trois Frères, Le Retour and in Les Profs 2 in which she portrayed Queen Elizabeth II. Her voice also warns passengers on the Paris metro to “Mind the gap”.

The Barefoot Road is her first novel.

You can follow Vivienne on Twitter.

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Switching Off – Guest Post

Tissues at the ready folks, I have a real tear-jerker for you today.


𝗔 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘀. 𝗔 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲-𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲. 𝗔 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁.

Alice Richards looked forward to watching the seeds of love she and her husband planted bloom and grow well into their old age. But her plans for the future shrivel up and die when she learns she has an inoperable brain tumour.

Determined that she won’t die in vain, she decides to become an organ donor. With a few precious months left, Alice begins documenting her fairytale romance—from their first meeting to the children they dreamed of having. She’ll pass on every detail to her heart’s next owner… along with careful instructions to send her husband reminders of her undying love. Before her time runs out, Alice must find the perfect candidate to guide her husband through unimaginable grief and hold the memory of their love in her heart.

I Give You My Heart is an emotional romantic fiction novel with an uplifting message. If you like strong-willed women, undying love stories, and honest portrayals of coping with a terminal illness, then you’ll love SarahJane Ford’s heart-warming epic.

An unmissable love story full of warmth, beauty and with a huge, beating heart. Perfect for fans of Cecilia Ahern’s ‘P.S. I Love You’ and Jojo Moyes’ ‘Me Before You’.

You can purchase I Give You My Heart on Amazon, here.

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I will be sharing a review of this book later in the year, but in the meantime I am thrilled that SarahJane has taken some time out of her busy schedule to share with us how she unwinds from writing such an emotional book.

Switching off…oh how I wish I had that all figured out. Writing about such emotional subjects as there are in I Give You My Heart – terminal illness; death; losing the love of your life/best friend/daughter; organ donation; the list goes on – does settle a heaviness on your shoulders that takes some shifting.

During the writing period itself I never did fully switch off – I think that’s what drives the intensity of emotional charge in the book. It was hard on my family and friends – it’s not that I ignored their door knocks and phone calls, it’s that I didn’t even hear them. I’ve found myself true to some of those age-old writer clichés – I had to get the story out and told, there was no turning it off in my mind until it was done, it burned away. There were some periods where the story settled a little and during those times I was back to my sunshine-y self but during the deep, powerful stages of the book the people around me learned the only welcome approach was one that involved coffee or chocolate.

The whole period was very draining, though, so I did have to come up with strategies to recharge my batteries. I kept, and still keep, a lot of things up my sleeve for this. I love coffee and candles so I’ll often find peace and stillness in the time it takes to boil the kettle and strike a match – just lighting twinkling flames all around me and cradling a big mug of coffee while I give my thoughts attention gives me a ten-minute soothe fest.

I’m quite ritualistic in that I need to build a whole switch-off time plan into every day to get the best out of myself. I try and get out for a quiet, steady run most weekday mornings which sets my mood up right for the day ahead – I use it as a thought-organising session and a physical tension/angst releaser. I have a diffuser I like to set up to puff out lavender for me each evening to help me get the best night’s sleep. I’m very strict with no screens for an hour before lights out and, of course, my ultimate switch off to ease me into and out of each day is burying my nose in a book. It’s all the little things strung together that keep me sane.

In a bigger sense I love nothing more than having a complete ‘away from it all’ afternoon/day when life gets very intense – I’m an ocean addict so that’s usually what pulls me – sand, waves, seashells, surfboard if I’m feeling energetic…ah.

I’m by no means a serene goddess of calm though, I can assure you! So, if any of you readers have any tips for this over-thinking introvert please do let me know – you can reach my on my Facebook page, on twitter @sjfordauthor or via the contact form on my website



SarahJane is the debut author of ‘I Give You My Heart’ which is due to be published on September 1st 2018.

SarahJane was born in Scotland but grew up in the Cheshire countryside, which is home to her. After a few years living in Oxfordshire and Buckinghamshire, where she went to secondary school, she has now settled back in Cheshire in a quirky flat surrounded by trees, birds and rolling fields.

A marketing professional since finishing her formal education SarahJane is delighted to be following her writing dream. She still works part-time as a Marketing Manager, whilst furiously penning her second novel.

Harbouring an adventurous spirit, SarahJane loves to travel, be surrounded by the wilderness or be riding Cornish waves.

SarahJane loves to read (ideally by the sea!). She was raised on the greatest love stories, which is where her romantic soul comes from. She is in love with love…Mr Darcy’s brooding looks in Pride and Prejudice; Julia Roberts and Richard Gere’s arresting chemistry in Runaway Bride; the intensely emotional Titanic; going weak at the knees for Danny Zuko in Grease; Cecilia Ahern’s heartbreaking P.S. I Love You and Patrick Swayze’s mega moves in Dirty Dancing.






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Many thanks to SarahJane and to Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources for inviting me to take part in the blog tour and for providing me with a copy of the book. Don’t forget to head over to the other stops on the tour.

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