Book Trailer for A Manor House in Yarmouth

A year of silence (to the very day) has lapsed since writing here. Today, I had a phone meeting with a publishing house about my book A Manor House in Yarmouth. The caller said she had been going through my blog posts, and I told her that I hadn’t posted for about a year. . . .so, I thought afterward that I would check when I had last posted, and it has been a year to the day! Far too long! I assure you, my pen(s) have been continuing to write.

As my above paragraph alludes to, I am in the process of trying to publish A Manor House in Yarmouth (a title the caller said should be changed to The Manor House in Yarmouth – I took note of it but think that it wouldn’t be fair to all the other manor houses in Yarmouth to exault my story’s house above them 😉 ). One of the main advertising stunts I’ve completed for publishers and literary agents is a book trailer showcasing the book. I have it featured below. One minor note, I’m starting to work out my video editing software and lighting much better, and I plan to start using green screen soon to rid the rather foreboding black background that features me in the trailer.

Another minor note: I have completed another book after A Manor House in Yarmouth – my fourth book to be published, and I’m working on my fifth book also, set place in the fifteenth century! I’ll have to give other blog posts about these works. . .

Your fellow writer,
Joshua Reynolds

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A Clip of my Unfinished Book

So, with The Williams House and Treasure on the Southern Moor now written and published, I am now working on my third book that will take place somewhere in the Victorian/Edwardian time-period in England. A very rough draft of chapter 1 has been written, and I am currently in chapter 2. I thought I would share just a couple paragraphs to give you all a very small preview into this coming book. I hope you enjoy!

.     As the children spoke, they reached the top of the hill Ellsworth had spoken of, and they found a rocky descent that led down to a narrow place with rich, downy turf. They had already been through the kitchen gardens, rose gardens, flower beds, and between most of the rows of hedges. These gardens expanded a long way out in many directions, surrounding the large manor house with rich vegetation. Bowers arched up and over the stone pathways, and early June flowers were dangling down from them. Rainwater was currently splashing down their pedals and stems and dripping onto the path. It had dripped on the children when they had passed by that way, as some of the bowers were short enough that the children had to collapse their umbrellas to pass. The mansion stood as a shining center in the midst of all the gardens.
.     [They] had passed the gardens, walked around a small winding trail that led to the croquet grounds, past that and on through a small set of trees with a river in it, and then up a rising hill. Most of their clothes were now soaked with water spray, and their hair was blown askew by the wind, yet color was in their faces from walking and running.