"Every now and then while rummaging through one drawer or another, I will come across a sheet of paper with an idea of how to open a new story I've not yet written. It may be a few opening paragraphs or even a few words on a scrap of paper. As a general rule, I am a very tidy person with a place for everything in my life, but where ideas are concerned, I find them everywhere I am, I take note and put them down again somewhere. If the story is meant to be written one day, it will be found. My very first two 'strictly for adult books', Rebecca's Revenge' and 'Come back Peter' are two such examples of stories I wrote 27 years ago before putting them at the back of a drawer for a future re-write. It was only two years ago that I decided to finish them off properly and get them published. They are each good stories and have been well received. They can be purchased in neither e-book format or paper/hardback copy from www.amazon.com or www.lulu.com with all profits going to charitable causes.
'Rebecca's Revenge' is a story of a good woman turned bad and 'Come back Peter' is a story about a bad girl turned good. Both books are gritty, sexually explicit books with the North of England as a background.
Here is one such a moment of scribbling I found a few days ago:
'Goodbye, my love until we meet again. One day, we'll be together as a family once more and meanwhile, I'll stay true and never shame your memory. You are my one true love, the one that I adore. They could never be another like you; never could another have touched me, kissed me, moved me as you did during our years together.
When our son grows into manhood, I hope that there will be no war for him to fight in; no far away place for British tanks and guns to defend. I'll tell him of your bravery, of how you gave up your life in Afghanistan so that life there could be better for its people; a people who never wanted us there in the first place.Though the landmine blew you to pieces beyond recognition and left only fragments to bury, I loved every part of you it scattered on foreign ground.
I'll tell our son of your many worthy traits, but most of all I'll tell him about that side of you that even your own brothers and sisters never discovered while you lived. I'll tell him about those most private of things that only a wife and lover could ever know. I'll tell him how we used to laugh in bed on a night when other bedmates were probably preoccupied with lesser things. I'll tell him how you used to let me win occasionally at the games we played whenever you noticed that look of steely determination on my face. I'll tell him how big a hole that your absence made in my life. When you died you left a crater of human loss no other man could ever fill, but I'll also tell him that you were the only man I ever loved. I'll tell him that brave though you were, you were never foolish enough to believe that men don't cry when their emotions bled and they hurt.
Farewell, my love. I will never forget you or let your child grow up without a father image of which to be proud. You were a man whose goodness towered above the tallest of men, the best man I ever knew; my man and father to a man to come!" William Forde: September 26th, 2017.