Calling all readers. Whether you love or hate my fiction, I’d appreciate your feedback. If you’re a literary agent or publisher, do get in touch. The works hereby presented are only some of the fifteen novels-in-progress that I shall be working on until I stop breathing.
Kisses From Mars
From A Castle In Wales
Blackout
Blackout is a harsh look at the dark side of the valleys, where child and drug abuse masquerades behind the façade of that mythical ’welcome in the hillside.’
From A Castle In Wales is a gothic ghost story with elements of historical fact based on the life of Victorian opera superstar Adelina Patti and her beloved Welsh home, Craig y Nos Castle. A story about ‘hiraeth’ – the Welsh word for ‘longing’ or ‘yearning.’ When the heroine, Catherine, comes ‘home’ the living and the dead collide.
Kisses From Mars is a futuristic novel set after the collapse of twenty-first century society. Sarah and Jack create their own moral universe in which to raise their children. When their son murders their daughter morals, ethics and love break down. Will the son evolve? Or be dragged back to old values by his parents?
Tales from the Hollywood Bus Stop tells the story of a time past and an era many in the business would like forgotten. For me this was the real face of Hollywood with its scams, exploitation and broken promises and could, with the backing of a publisher, become my next novel.
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As one who reads almost everything and anything, I found Blackout a bit hard to get into at first. Tessa’s inner monologue was very distracting to the development of the plot and it was not until I could find a way to ignore it and bury it “unseeingingly” that I managed to immerse myself in what happened to be my virgin journey into Welsh literature. The plot has good intentions, and the style of the author is fluid, full of imageries and metaphors I could use to build up a world of the kind Tracy is trying to introduce to us outsiders.
For a first book, it certainly has great potential and I believe, if the author can manage to curb some of the acidity of the characters from completely overwhelming the landscape of the writing, her story would be very persuasive indeed.
I’m told I did not have the final proofed copy, therefore I cannot really imagine what must have been cut out. But the ending dragged on too long, and where we readers are supposed to be left, hanging, breathless, in the dark, we are allowed to witness the sordidness all over again by the morning light. That takes us too much for granted.
Also, the self-centred Welshness of it left me completely cold, not at all sympathetic or empathetic as I think the intention of the author was. As one who is neither English, nor Welsh nor British for that matter, I feel the book protested too much.
I do look forward to reading a second book by Tracy Williams, I have one advice, do not limit the length and breath of the power of words to cross boundaries, set it free. I hope as you have set your heart free with the first book, the second will endeavour to lead us to the light.
Good luck.
Vikki