Category Archives: biography
OK peeps, step right up and call me a change-your-minder! (And no, this is not what I look like, well maybe it is before the first gallon of coffee a day!)
No, I’m not going to change YOUR mind, no need to hide behind the mouse mat, I have changed mine about my next book. (Some say it’s a woman’s prerogative)
Talking of changing minds, even with the “faulty” bits in mine I wouldn’t change my brain, I have far too much fun with it 😉 And intrigue and puzzlement and therapy!!
Anyway, I was going to write about Victoria, Prince Philip’s gran BUT despite writing the introduction and at least half of chapter one I was just not feeling it, the vavavoooooom didn’t fire up for this book so I’ve relegated it to the back burner for a future project. It’ll get written, just not right now.
A new history subject or person had to be found so I used up my brain energy thinking – sorry brain cells – and I’ve started a book called Charles II: The Merry Monarch, La Belle Stuart and The Uncrowned Queen about Charles, his most notorious mistress Barbara and Frances, the one that got away – a unique achievement given Charles’ reputation and zealous amorous advances.
I’ve even put this one on to pre-order on Amazon so it’ll make its debut on 20th October this year.
And I even managed to read about Florence Maybrick today too (google her!)…what a good day, hope you’re having a good one too, if not, tickle yourself on the tummy until you get the giggles!
I’ve just left Regency England after a day editing my book (The Royal Race Of 1818) so my mind is more Jane Austen than J.K. Rowling at the moment.
I am loving the history, the learning and writing to editing process, it’s like taking a loosely moulded bob of clay and crafting it with care in to a refined piece that people might just fingers crossed want to spend time with.
Actually, it’s just as well it isn’t clay I am totally rubbish at art – words yes, artistic doodlings and makings uh-oh no no. I admire the people who can.
I’ve been working indoors and it’s so warm and the sun is shining I have been hankering to get outside, you know, to do creativity al fresco but I know me – I’d get out there, think ooh it’s a bit breezy, too hot, the sun’s in my eyes or shhhh pesky kids playing down the road and the distractions would make me want to be inside in peace and solitude. Gotta love being human! So I’ve stayed in to save on movement effort.
Fab news: Banished some old items that reminded me of the era that triggered the OCD and post traumatic stress on Saturday, the refuse/garbage bods will take them away forever tomorrow…seeing them made me really sad but it was cathartic…more of the pain is out of my system. YAY.
Note to self: I must remember to hydrate…I get engrossed in work and forget that being parched is not a good thing. Thirsssstyyyyyy.
Another note to self: I deserve a cheeky takeaway tonight, I’ve decided.
Have a fab week,
I’ve been having fun researching for the book that I’m working on – The Royal Race of 1818.
I was so pleased to find books and information online BUT I practically did a jig of joy when I came across newspaper articles from 1818 that gave me contemporary reports of two royal weddings, who attended, what they wore, where they went on honeymoon…it was a real step back in to history and it was fabulous.
I found political records too and pages of wordy condolences from the various councils in Britain after the death of the Prince Regent’s daughter, Princess Charlotte of Wales.
All of these articles are obviously approaching two hundred years old but I could feel the reverence and duty, the sadness and uncertainty of the nation’s future.
I am still researching so who knows how many more historical gems I’ll find and marvel at.
Have a great rest of the day. If anyone wants me I’ll be in 1818 Regency Britain!
Out on Amazon Kindle 31st May.
I am reading a detective novel AND a biography on the Hollywood and dance legend Fred Astaire (it would have been his birthday last Sunday) AND I’m researching my next book The Royal Race of 1818. Out on 31st July 2015. Think reading in rotation.
Anyone got any brain cells and eyes to spare?! I have a lot of words in front of me, rough count a zillion.
Can you tell that I never ever ever get bored? (Well I did once, it wasn’t my fault and I didn’t like being bored so decided not to be again.)
Um, why am I asking questions? Dunno.
BTW I’ve nailed a few more O.C.D. rituals too so whahoooo!
Have a fab day and weekend, treat yourself to a gift, be nice to yourself and take time to smile.
Is it just me or do other writers find it just plain wierd when a family member is reading their book?
My mum has been reading my novel Heads or Tails and it’s not a comedy although I have made one of the characters a slightly hysterical social climber – Mum keeps laughing as she’s reading.
I am a strong believer that each reader will have their own experience of a book and there have been a couple of times that I’ve heard her say “that is so you” or “I can imagine so and so saying that” but overall I think that she has genuinely been enjoying the story not because I’m her daughter but because she actually likes the story and the characters in it.
But at first in the back of my mind came the inevitable voice…maybe she’s only laughing/commenting because it was written by me, she knows my habits and the inspirations and she can see them in my writing…love me, love my writing by default?.
I stopped analysing for the sake of my sanity! Mum is enjoying the book whatever the reason and family loyalty over 100000 words might wane anyway so if she likes it – she likes it – end of.
I have not pummelled her for critiques and I learned quickly to let her react how she wants to without me questioning why and which chapter she’s in.
She should finish it today and I’ll just let her read for herself, by herself same as every other person who reads it.
Could you imagine going to everyone who bought your book and giving them an inquisition? NOOOOOOOO!!
Last week I finished the first draft of my book on Marie Antoinette. It’ll be out on 4th May.
I won’t advocate sending anyone to the guillotine but at crucial moments when she could have tried to win the peoples favour she really didn’t help herself.
But she was a human being with flaws and strengths and that is what makes people interesting – past, present and future.
We all have life stories, we are the main character through the good and the bad times and who knows where our story will take us next? We live, we learn.
Have a great week.