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The Story Behind My National Express Short Story

On the ninth day of Christmas my publishers, Choc Lit, and National Express are giving away … my short story Touch Wood together with my hero’s easy recipe for delicious hot chocolate. Click on the link here and enter the code SHORT and you can download both for free.


The idea for Touch Wood, came from my cuttings file which, like my notebooks, contains photos and articles which speak to me in some way. An article about a craftswoman working with green oak had a particular pull, maybe because it brought back vivid childhood memories. My dad was a carpenter and joiner, although his area of expertise was not green oak but bespoke oak staircases and lantern lights. Oak’s a very costly material so there was a lot of tip-toeing around when Dad was setting out a staircase. ‘Measure twice, cut once’ was his maxim, because you really don’t want to do it the other way round!

What if, I wondered, my heroine was an instructor, teaching the craft of green woodworking? Another photo in the file caught my eye… and one of her pupils was a musician, a man more used to being listened to rather than listening? A superstition about shoes kept coming to mind and the obvious one about touching wood … and then I started to write.

Comments

Frances said…
Chris, I do like the way that you create characters and plots from treasures remembered.

I will click and click, and thank you for the link. It's an early Christmas gift to your readers. xo
Flowerpot said…
Sounds great Chris. And may 2013 bring you all you wish for! xx
Kitty said…
Happy new year, Chris, buying and reading your new book is on my to do list for January, one of the nicer things to look forward to! x
sheepish said…
Loved this insight and have just downloaded your short story. A real treat, a lovely christmas story and I am looking forward to trying the hot choc recipe. Wishing you everything you desire for 2013.

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