Category Archives: Novel
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.
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As 1900 begins Victoria Fordham finds herself in an unenviable situation and the new century offers her a devastating choice, to salvage her reputation or to hope that it might be saved through inaction over time.
Her mother Eugenie is preoccupied with social position.
Her father is kind and pragmatic but careworn.
Her brother Jack is often a staunch ally and also a harsh critic.
Cordelia Blake is an intriguing guiding light to Victoria but will she hear Cordelia’s timely advice?
Sam Blake, Leo Trewinn and Matthew Peel prey on her mind for different and dramatic reasons.
Her grandmother introduced her to the idea of flipping a coin to make choices.
Heads or tails has a fifty/fifty chance of giving Victoria a chance of happiness.
Can she abide by the coin’s decisions?
Heads Or Tails is a spellbinding tale of family, duty, love, reputation and sacrifice.
A full length novel.
As a child, I used to annoy my big sister when she helped me with my reading aloud because I would read what I wanted to be there and not the actual words, so “the cat sat on the mat” might become “the cat sat down on the mat.”
I have been blessed with a really active imagination too, my inner writer!
When I was 10 I won a poetry competition, which shocked me as I knew the other contender for 1st place and I was convinced that I was the runner up, so convinced that as the guy started the intro for the runner up I was half way to standing before I realised that my name hadn’t been called and that I was the winner…it was my first attempt and it was a 13 verse Halloween poem. Of course, they might have given me 1st place because after 13 verses the judges had lost the will to live!!
I continued to write short stories and poems throughout my teen years and I was pleased when my English teacher said that if I kept working on it I could possibly maybe perhaps get something published one day…he’s a poet as well as a teacher and was probably just being diplomatically encouraging!
Then the weirdest thing happened.
When I was about twenty two/twenty three a little voice inside my head said “Stop writing for a few years. Get a bit more life experience.”
The idea made sense. I was beginning the rehash old ideas and although I loved, and love, writing I was not producing great work.
I stopped writing in earnest until I was thirty.
I just came back to it, no conscious decision, I simply started to write and the words flowed and I’d seen more of life so I could tell stories that my twenty something self wouldn’t have been able to with conviction. That was how my first novel came to be.
Life works in mysterious ways.
Hope you are having a great day.