Dr. Sleep – Stephen King – DAMMIT!

Dr. Sleep

When I finish reading a Stephen King novel, I alway say “DAMMIT!”

Why? Because while I am reading, I become one of the characters. When I finish, it’s almost like I died.

Before reading Dr. Sleep I re-read the shining, just to make sure young Dan (Doc) Torrence, and all that happened to him was still fresh in my mind.

I now live in Colorado, but when I first read The Shining I lived in England. I had just gotten married and lived, with my husband, on an army camp in Blandford, Dorset. I hadn’t even heard of Colorado.

This book more was even more enjoyable because I was lucky enough to hear Mr. King himself read from it. Yes I  got tickets to see him at the Chautauqua in Boulder. For around ninety minutes he amused and enthralled a sold out audience.

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I was afraid I would be disappointed when I heard Stephen King talk, but I wasn’t, I hold only admiration for him. He is a very ‘down to earth’ man who appears to be genuinely surprised at his success and grateful to each and every fan.

Now DAMMIT, I’ve finished Dr. Sleep and I regret it. I love this book. Although I am a woman on the wrong side of fifty, for a month I became Dan Torrance, recovering alcoholic. I could shine. Maybe the “shining” part is real, who knows.

I strongly recommend you read this book, but before you do,  read The Shining. Stephen King, thank you for allowing me to escape from reality for a while. Please don’t ever stop writing. I need you.

I have just completed my first novel. I wish I could say it would thrill you like a Stephen King masterpiece, but I’m not quite there yet. If you want to support an old girl, new to writing give it a try. ‘Dead of July’ will be available on Amazon as and e-book and paperback in mid December. I wrote my heart out for two years, and like how it turned out. A paranormal thriller with a touch of humor (because I’m funny). 




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SHOW YOURSELF – You are in my house

We once had a cat called Luna. Like all cats she had character, like all cats she saw things we didn’t. There was a certain area in our living room, high up on the wall, she would stare at. Sometimes she would hiss or mew while here eyes were fixed there. Sometimes she would just run off into another room. I tried on several occasions, to see what she could see, but never did.

Black and white catThis Christmas my daughter came to stay with us, as she does every year, accompanied by her funny little dog. On Christmas day we all settled down to watch movies. The lights were out and we focused on the television screen, all except the little dog, who sat with her back to the television, staring at the wall above me. I looked, but saw nothing. No reflections, no shadows, nothing.

She started to growl and barked a couple of times, looking ready to attack thin air, but what she was growling at was way above her head so finally she gave up.

This is not an unfamiliar occurence, we have had a ‘presence’ in every house we lived in, but this one has been sleeping for a while.

What revived it? I don’t know.

Is it here for a while? I don’t know.

Who is it? I don’t know.

This could be the same ‘presence’ that shared our house thirty-five years ago when we were first married and lived in Dorset? It was much more active them, moving things around and scaring our neighbors when they came to visit.

It could be the same spirit that lived with us in Germany, where it played with us a little, but not quite so much.

When we lived in Hampshire, it was extremely active again, particularly around our young daughter, who appeared to have conversations with something on the ceiling way before she could talk properly.


I don’t remember any visitations when we lived in Kent. The locals probably scared it away.

After moving here to Colorado things were quiet for a while, until we moved to our house in Franktown. My daughter was the first to encounter something this house. She actually saw a lady in old-fashioned costume, sitting in our living room one day when she came home from school sick. It was daylight, not the usual night-time haunting.

On occasions the door to her bedroom would rattle and burst open during the night. My husband and I both saw someone glide up the stairs one night, before disappearing. We couldn’t make out any features, just a shadowy presence.

Obviously this presence means us no harm, but it would be nice to know who it is as they seem to have stuck by us for over thirty-five years.

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I have also written two short stories based on my visitations and premonitions Girl on the Beach (UK) and Girl on the Beach (US) are still available on Amazon. They are free if you are a Prime Member. My first short story ‘Guy at the Bar’ has been taken down for re-editing. 

In March my first full length novel ‘Dead of July’ will be published. This story is set in Germany in 1982 and is a roller coaster ride covering the experiences of a young British Army wife, who got involved with the Russian Mafia (living and dead). Watch out for it and give it a try.

Thanks for stopping by, and come back soon to hear the ramblings of a Yorkshire lass living in Colorado.

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Crop Circles

Fascinating design

From around 1977 to 1982, I lived in Dorset. I LOVED Dorset. If I ever moved back to England that’s where I would live. It has special memories for me because it was my first home as a newly wed, so it was exciting and new. We explored the area, first by bus as we had no car.

We made trips to Weymouth, Salisbury (which took us into Wiltshire), Bournemouth and other fascinating places in the area. We lived in Blandford, which was also a lovely little town. The people of Dorset were some of the nicest I have ever met and I am very sorry that I am not really in touch with them anymore.

Once we got a car our trips were endless and we never tired of the area. The one thing that fascinated me about the south of England were the Crop Circles.They appeared overnight. What could make these elaborate designs in the corn?

I have seen these in other places in England, but Dorset, Wiltshire and Hampshire seemed to be the favorite areas. I had forgotten about these crop circles until recently and now, because I am me, I have to research them all over again.

If you are a crop circle expert, please feel free to comment. I may need to take a trip back to Dorset next year, just to see them all over again.

I also write books. My two short stories are available from Amazon.com. ‘Girl on the Beach’ is currently free in the US and ‘Guy at the Bar’, is a steal for $0.99 from the links below.

Life is a mystery, lets enjoy it.