And here it is, finally! I don’t think writing is ever going to make me rich, but it sure makes me happy. If you’d like to share my happiness, click on the link below and give it a try.
Kara Boulden is an exceptional artist and she has agreed to produce a fabulous book cover for me. This is where we are so far. What do you think? I LOVE it.
Juggling work, home, chores and life with my next book release is tough, but I can do it.
Ghosts on the Sand (and other chilling tales) will be released late 2017 or early 2018. It will be a compilation of three or four short stories at the bargain price of $99 for the eBook.
I’m excited for you to read my next venture, and encourage feedback (good or bad), its how I become a better writer. As I head down the road to retirement I realize I’ll never truly retire, so writing will be my new and very pleasurable job.
Toodles, pop back soon!
At last, I’ve reached the light at the end of the tunnel. It was a scary journey, but I made it. If you’ve been following this blog, you were probably waiting for the third installment of my “Mist” story.
It’ll be here soon!
Before I continued with it, I just wanted to explain my absence. I usually blog twice a week, once here and once on my travel blog. Over the last couple of years, my blogs have become less and less frequent. I didn’t realize it, but my health was deteriorating. It just crept up on me, and then BANG, I ended up in hospital!
It turned out to be a blessing in disguise, they got to the bottom of whats wrong with me (not gluten like they suspected) and I can manage it. An old gal like me takes a while to recover, but I’m almost there! I’m almost me again. My imagination is back, my stories are flowing and I’m raring to go.
Watch out world, here I come!
No, I’m not learning Latin. Although if I have time, I may take Italian Lessons! For those of you who faithfully follow my blog, you’ll know I’ve been absent for a while. You could say I’m trying to get my $*%@ together again! I’ve been writing since I was in High School (and that’s a VERY long time ago), my head is full of stories, some true, some started by my late dad, and some in a back room of my brain, waiting to break free.
My absence was caused because my life has changed a little. I lost my job a couple of years ago, and my new position, with a much larger company, is much more taxing. I come home drained. I think I’ve finally gotten used to that. My health changed, fought with it for a while, but hopefully I have that under control too. Lastly my husband doesn’t travel any more, so the house is a little noisier. Now thats fixed that too. We had a small addition built, which gives me a little more privacy in my little study.
Now, I’m comfortable again and ready to hit the ground running.
I’m working on re-editing a couple of old stories, which will be released as a compilation later this year. It’ll be a cheap buy, because I want lots of folks to read it. Two of the stories were the first I ever published, and in my excitement to get them out there, I omitted making them perfect. I’m making them perfect now. (well as perfect as possible).
It feels good to be back, to be writing again!
As a change from the Ghost Stories I normally post, I’ve decided to tell you all how thankful I am.
What am I thankful for? My friends, my family and my life.
I’m thankful for my lovely home in Colorado, where I sit and look at the mountains as I write this blog.
I’m thankful that although it’s taken me 57 years to get here, I’m finally writing. My novels may never may me rich and famous, but they make me happy. I’m thankful to you all for reading them and leaving comments and reviews.
Have a lovely Thanksgiving everyone and remember to be Thankful.
As I sit here editing one of my short stories, I realized why writing makes me so happy. It’s because it brings me closer to my parents. My step dad died over twenty years ago. My my mum passed away in 2001, but when I write, they are alive again.
The first story I wrote was about an incident that happened to me when I was a teenager. My parents play a major part in this story.
My second story is all about my mum and I on vacation in Blackpool. I was only seven.
My latest story ‘Dead of July’, mentions my parents briefly too. Even though they don’t play a major part in ‘Dead of July’, they’re alive.
Sometimes you just don’t realize how much you love your family until they are gone. Writing is my way of dealing with life, and death.
Next year I hope to finish ‘September Souls’, which is a story started by my step dad during the London Blitz. He wrote four or five chapters, and then mailed it to his father, my late granddad, because he never thought he’d live to finish it. He did survive the blitz, but life got in the way of his writing. In his honor, I will finish his story. Hopefully he’s spying on me from up above, and smiling down at me. I hope I’m making him proud.
I finished my first novel today, quite an achievement. After three long years of writing and re-writing, its done. Well almost. My manuscript is with my new editor and I’m sure I will have a few changes to make, but I can handle that.
After re-reading my manuscript three times I am finally happy with it and that’s something to celebrate.
My three books!
I attended a two-day Author conference this weekend. It was ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT! It was also very exhausting with so much information I thought my head my explode. I learned so much from brilliant people like Guy Kawasaki, Penny Sansevieri, Joan Stewart and many other seasoned writers and social media experts.
There are many things I have taken away from this experience and one of them is to write for the ‘RIGHT REASONS’.
Many writers make huge amounts of money, but there is only a ‘Ghost of a Chance’ of that happening to me. In fact I will be lucky to break even after publishing my books, but it doesn’t matter because the reason I write is to enrich people’s lives.
I am not a great philosopher, and you won’t learn anything from my books, but they may help you escape to another world for a while. They will entertain you and that in itself is an achievement.
My first novel ‘Dead of July’ will be released later this year, hopefully in September Preview Dead of July. I know you will enjoy reading it.
My first short story, ‘Guy at the Bar’ is currently in re-hab and will be re-released in November.
My second book ‘Girl on the Beach’ is still available, but not for long. As I continue along the path as a writer, I have become a perfectionist and my first two books weren’t quite perfect. When they are re-released, the will be.
OVER FIFTY THOUSAND COPIES ‘GIRL ON THE BEACH HAVE ALREADY BEEN DOWNLOADED
I loved Peter Pan when I was a child. I loved that he could fly with Tinkerbell. I wanted to fly for as long as I can remember. Fly away to a new world. I would take my mam with me.
I have snippets of childhood memories. Not many of them are good and some of them are downright scary.
I remember my fourth birthday. We played hide and seek in the dark because my mam had no money to pay for electricity. She lit candles and made a game of it. I had a pink cake with a pink roses on the top. It looked pretty but the icing was hard. I heard someone say it was ‘old’.
I thought the cake was beautiful. My mam’s friend at the Baker’s shop down the road gave it to us.
My Gran gave me half a crown for my birthday. That was a lot of money. The coin was silver and shiny and she pressed it in my hand. My mam took it and told me she would keep it safe for me.
Just after that the lights came back on and I knew my nice shiny ‘half crown’ had been fed into the electric meter. It was okay though, it meant we could see to eat the sausage rolls and sandwiches my mam had baked. They were delicious and I didn’t want to waste a single crumb.
My brother’s were much older than I was and didn’t live at home anymore. One was in the Air Force and the other was married and living somewhere else. I hardly knew them.
We played ‘pass the parcel’ for a while, and musical chairs, and then my dad came home from the pub. He was drunk again and not in the partying mood. Stella, my mam’s friend, rounded up the kids and took them home. They all lived on our street. My dad put the TV on and sat in front of the fire. He didn’t watch the TV, but fell asleep. The TV was still on though, and he was wasting electricity that my bright shiny coin had paid for.
My mum looked at my dad in disgust as she ran a bath for me. Our bath was in the kitchen, we didn’t have a separate bathroom. The kitchen was a little extension in the back yard of our little two up, two down terraced house. The toilet was outside, across the yard and not a very nice place to go in the winter.
I sat in the bath while my mum cleaned the party things away, putting the left over sausage rolls and sandwiches on a plate for my dad to eat when he woke up.
My dad had forgotten it was my birthday I think.
I got dried in front of the fire and my mum hugged me tight and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. “Happy Birthday sugar” she said.
“Things will get better mam” I said “and if they don’t we will fly away like Peter Pan and Wendy”
Her eyes filled with tears and she picked me up and carried me upstairs to bed. I could have walked, I was four years old after all, but it was nice to be carried. I loved my mam.
She took me into the big front bedroom and put me in the big double bed where I slept with her. My dad slept in another room because he snored. I lay in bed with my eyes closed, listening to my mam and dad in the room below. They were shouting at each other again. There was a bang, and then silence, other than the television. I closed my eyes and hoped I would dream about Peter Pan. I left my window open a crack so Tinkerbell could get in.
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Girl on the Beach (UK) Girl on the Beach (US) Guy at the Bar Amazon Guy at the Bar Amazon UK are my first attempt at writing. They are short stories about the very strange life of a young girl raised in the North of England.
(Preview) Dead of July My upcoming novel is about the very strange life of the same girl after she was married and whilst she was living in Germany.