Monthly Archives: February 2015

Editing, Publishing And A New Website


The family birthdays are over again for a while so it’s back to work for me. (A year older, not sure that’s a year wiser!)

Great news: is now live! YAY…YIPPEE…WHAHOOOOOO!

The whole site can be accessed on the above address including access to my blog -I will still post via WordPress.

The children’s section can also be accessed from and I believe that in due course there will be links from that site to my children’s website.

I’m soooooo glad there are techy bods out there to do such magical things…Thanks Simon at WWW Support Services    (No, I don’t get a reduced bill by mentioning him, but credit where it’s due. 

At the risk of applying an archaic stereotype as I’ve been editing my latest book and its direction has sharpened and altered course slightly so I have employed the female prerogative to change my mind.

A few weeks ago I mentioned that it was called British Aristocracy and Titles with the cover that I uploaded on here.

Now, mid edit and with a wish to catch more people’s attention I have changed the title and the cover to this:

Now, that’s an Indie author privilege, you get to chop and change at your own will and not on an editor/agent/designers instruction. No offence, I like the freedom.

I’ve also added my author page to the French and German Amazon’s. My bio was already on and .com but I wasn’t expecting the very nice surprise of the Eurozone embracing my books.

Tomorrow (25th Feb) my new children’s book comes out on Kindle: Deserts For Kids.

More For Kids books coming soon but not until my latest is edited to the point of wanting to throw it out of the window! Kidding-honest!

Keep smiling and have a great rest of the week.




The battle of positive and negative messages

Reblogging this fabulous poem – it’s true, negatives can turn to positives. Today is my first HAPPY birthday for a few years! :-)X



Don’t you just love relaxing Sunday’s?

I stayed in bed until 9, had a slow brunch, wrote a poem and this blog, read other fave blogs on here and now I plan to be absorbed in the Lucinda Riley novel I bought yesterday. Bliss. 

Hmm, I might have to squeeze chocolate in to my day too…oh, the hardship.

Tomorrow I shall be a diligent and hopefully inspired writer, refreshed and ready to write like a ninja about the aristocracy.

Now all I have to do is persuade my O.C.D. brain to chillax with me:-)


I hope you like this acrostic poem.


History of self is meticulously written each day

Indelible marks etched on a heart in myriad ways

Sometimes mercy dealt or received, whatever the cost

Tortured soul, a once consuming love discarded or lost

Ordinary to astounding, questioning reality and dream

Reminders of you, good or bad, what might have been 

You are the keeper of your past by others unseen.


Enjoy the rest of your weekend.









Ad Testing

OK, here goes…

This is an attempt at advertising on here and linking through to…If it works I may have to lie down in a darkened room to recover! 🙂

I thought I’d take a quick break from writing my aristocracy book and this is the result – I turned in to a link queen!


Excited! Cover done, my writing head’s on:-)X


This is a project that I’m really excited about. The book will be released on the 31st March 2015.

Please excuse the plug, sales pitch etc. but I am super-enthusiastic so please indulge me – Oh, go on, you know you want to!


Book Description on Amazon:

The British aristocracy and titles are fascinating to me.
Have you ever wondered what the British aristocracy’s titles and forms of address are and how and when they were introduced?
Do you know if present day aristocrats live in fairytale castles or are some titled people now living in “normal” homes and working the 9-5 day with the rest of us?
Is there a hierarchy to the noblest titled families in the land and how can a prince be a duke or an earl or all three at the same time?
Find out about O.B.E’s, M.B.E’s and C.B.E’s, knighthoods, damehoods, the Order of the Garter, the Order of Merit and other medals issued by the monarch.
Enjoy this book about British history, heritage and social graces.

NOTE: The page count is ridiculously low on the data on Amazon.

This is because I’ve only uploaded a small part of the edited work. The finished product will be MUCH longer. I know this because my pinkies have barely left my keyboard lately 🙂 and my O.C.D. insists that I work hard on projects!

So, now you know what I’ll be working on for the foreseeable future.

Have a great week.




You couldn’t write it…




This week I turned my attention to researching the lives of George Eliot and Thomas Hardy as part of my 101 Interesting Fact series on writers.

Amidst the facts, figures, births, deaths and marriages the seven writers I’ve studied so far have something in common – Not one of them has had an uneventful life.

There’s political or social intrigue, many illegitimate offspring, unsuitable loves, mental health or spiritual  crises and great acclaim. Roll their lives into one and we’d have enough material for an overly melodramatic soap opera – just add bad acting!:0)

It’s made me wonder if creative people are somehow destined to lead the lives that feed them with the inspiration they’ll need to write, paint etc.

Imagine how dull books could be if the writer led a drab life.

We use our imaginations and insist that they work for us but they have to be fed or the rot sets in, but happily or challengingly for the writers it seems that scenarios seek us out as we trundle through life.

Not that I’m suggesting that I’ll be taking off on some grand historically romantic adventure or torment to help my next fiction piece along but it was an interesting train of thought.

Here’s a poem I hope you enjoy. It’s been bitterly cold here in the U.K. and A Sense of Winter popped in to my mind…


A Sense of Winter


Blue skies

No butterflies

Just ice winged wisps

Dancing in air crisp


Tingling noses

No scent of roses

Chilled leaves laden

Shivering like sweet maidens


Ears numbed

No birdsong sung

Eaves and rafters

Home ‘til springs laughter


Breath bitter cold

Vapour in mist unfolds

Winter has its own taste

Devoid of summers grace


Fingertips blue

Nature waits to grow anew

No gentle touch will wake 

Slumber for salvations sake


Have fun whereever you are and whatever you do.