Showing posts from September, 2015

Blood moon mania

As autumn colours start to glow in the countryside, I for one will be looking upwards for a sighting of a rare and dramatic blood red “supermoon”.

Some religious types are busy recalling a sentence in Book of Joel, which is claimed to be portentous in a year when there has already been a total solar eclipse. ‘The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and the terrible day of the Lord comes.’ Ooh.
Actually, I thought the March eclipse was imore than just a little creepy when the sunlight dimmed on a bright spring morning. Oddly enough, this coincided with the timing of 'Last Spring', the second mini-book on a seasonal theme. Hmm.
I’m loving the Gothic images all over the press, ingenuously hinting at all manner of sensationalist forebodings of doom, while pooh-poohing them. Just like I’m doing!
Well, it’s the first time in 30 years that a lunar eclipse has coincided with the moon at its closest point to the earth.
“Blood moons” have been regard…

Yakov Special

An intriguing cocktail to mark the launch of Equinox, a Cold War thriller. It's the fourth and final part to a seasonal quartet I've been working on.

Yakov is the resourceful caretaker, a man with a past. One of his fortes was acquired behind enemy lines during the war. I shall say no more.

So, this is vodka-based martini-style concoction.

Ingredients: A measure of vodka Juice of a fresh lime Measure of dry martini Half a teaspoon of a decent apricot conserve.
Muddle the ingredients with a mass of ice, and there you have it.

Na zdorovie.

I've just realised the photo looks like a shot of a Soviet rocket mid-flight. Appropriate.

PS There's a sneaky reference in the story. You'll be glad to know there's no phosphorus in this version.

By Pamela Kelt

Equinox: a strange journey into self-publishing

Today sees the release of my supernatural thriller, Equinox. It's a longish short story set in the Cold War, when weird things start happening in a secret lab one dark September night.

The conclusion to a seasonal quartet of tales, this is also another delve into historical fiction with a chilling twist.

Much fun was had researching uranium mines, Enigma machines, the average temperatures in Omsk and how to create a makeshift explosion.

It also marks my first venture into self-publishing, the paid variety.

Oh boy, those forms. Amazon author pages, tax forms, correspondence with the IRS, Kindle forms ... Had some fun with those. As one who has a specialty in misreading questions, I'm amazed I got it out there in time for the autumnal equinox - 23 September, in case you're wondering.

Exciting times lie ahead, for I'm polishing Machiavelli's Acolyte, a dark tale of murder and mayhem in deepest, darkest Bohemia in the early 1700s. Then, I've reacquired the rights …

Equinox - out soon

EQUINOX by Pamela Kelt. Out soon on Amazon - the dramatic conclusion to a seasonal quartet of short stories that are so long they became novellas.

Russia, 1951.
‘First we drink. Then we save the world!’

A Cold War enigma takes its revenge

One autumn storm. One malfunctioning device. One bottle of vodka.

Could this be the end of the world?

I'll let you know ...

Cold War paranoia and mystic moons

Picture research is one of my favourite pastimes.

Here are some of the photos I tripped over while researching the 1950s Cold War background for Equinox, the 1951 sci-fi tale with an enigmatic twist, you might say. The short story will be out on Amazon and Smashwords to mark the autumn equinox.

Do join me for the online launch on FB.

If you have a moment, pop over to my Pinterest page for some classic Cold War photographic paranoia.

By Pamela Kelt

Supernatural quartet

Equinox is the fourth part of a crazy collection of short stories on a seasonal theme.
It all started many years ago when a colleague of mine with the astonishing moniker of Piero Bohoslawec, of the Bath Evening Chronicle as it was then, challenged me to write a Christmas ghost story.
Prevarication descended and I never got round to it.
Last year, I suddenly realised I would have preferred a Winter Solstice theme. So, off I went and wrote A Walk in the Park, scaring myself rigid into the process.
Last Spring was the vernal offering, a crazed tale of deranged fairies set in 1920s Warwickshire, which I followed up with Midsummer Glen, a mad mythological mystery, moving to 1930s Scotland.
So, what to do for autumn to round off the quartet?
Each story was historical and I seemed to be moving forwards, so I ended up in 1950s Russia. Omsk, to be precise. Time for some paranoid Cold War sci-fi!
Actually, my husband Rob should have more credit for this one. It’s set in a secret Soviet institute, wit…

Equinox - coming soon

Tomorrow marks the countdown to Equinox, the fourth part of my seasonal quartet. Here's a preview ...

by Pamela Kelt

A Cold War enigma takes its revenge

One autumn storm. One malfunctioning device. One bottle of vodka.
It doesn’t take much to end the world.