Miriam's Hex: An Electric Eclectic book

By Paul White

A dark tale of greed, selfishness and latent curses, laced with black humour, in a light-hearted way.

Although there could be lessons learnt from Miriam's Hex, it is intended to be a simple, enjoyable tale of witchery and mischieve...or not.

Miriam's Hex includes the story of how the book took 36 years to publish... a whole tale in itself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Jan 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9783743853492

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Miriam's Hex

by

Paul White

Copyright © Paul White 2017

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Introduction

This story took it's time, about 36 years, to be published.

The full story, from Miriam's conception in the late '70s to first being published in 2014 is recorded here, in this, the updated and edited 2017 edition.

I hope the back-story add to your overall enjoyment of

Miriam's Hex.

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The story behind ‘Miriam’s Hex’

The story behind ‘Miriam’s Hex’

About four years ago, sometime during 2013, while I was having a household de-clutter, I found an old cardboard folder in a box in the loft.

The folder contained poems I wrote in the late 1970s & 1980s. Many hand-scribbled, some type-written, yes, I did say type-written.

The folder also contained notes for use in, or as, ‘possible and potential’ stories, old abandoned writings, half started tales, partial paragraphs and such. It was a rather eclectic combination of various scribblings.

I was filled with personal wonderment and as I read these sheets of yellowing paper I found my thoughts, my emotions and my ideas of a lifetime ago.

Some of the writings and poetry I recalled instantly, others took their time before staggered out from the mists of amnesia. I was amused by some, horrified by others; the amateur nature, the naivety, the bad grammar and miss-spellings made me cringe.

All, however, transported me back to another time, another world, dare I say another life, which is connected yet, at the same time somehow detached, partially like an out-of-body experience, but more so while being less direct, less united.

Possibly this is the effect of ones passing years?

In the rear of the folder, I found a wad of A4 sheets held together by a rusting paperclip. I started to read, it was an untitled story. A light-hearted black comedy, if that is at all possible, of selfishness, of greed,