Tag Archive | Literature

All up for grabs

Turn the music on

Shake your booty

Entertain the masses.

Make more money than you know what to do with

Buy whatever you want

It’s all up for grabs

Others don’t matter

Your comfort comes first.

Baby’s born

Give her a name to stand out

She’ll be proud

Blast, you were not inventive enough

Someone’s already using that name.

No matter, you’re rich.

Trademark it baby, you’ve got to have it.

Sell products with your baby’s name

Everyone will want them, you’re a star.

So what if someone had a company before you had a baby

The answer is no. Sometimes you lose

Star, or not

Welcome back to earth baby!

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Where did she go?

Some of you got a bit worried, as I haven’t posted for a while. Bless you. I’m ok. A combination of things.

First of all, I was stalked. Not very nice, but it’s been dealt with.
Then, my site got hacked. We don’t know yet if it was the same person. Anyway, our tech team did a brilliant job and secured the site. This is why the site was down, so they could work behind the scenes and do whatever they do. Don’t ask me, I’m just glad someone took care of it. I’m not very savvy in that respect.

My health has not been brilliant, an ongoing battle, I’m still working on it.
Most of all, I’ve been busy with my family, and of course, writing. I’ve been writing like a woman possessed, still no sign of the dreaded writing block. Too many ideas, too little time. Sleepless nights, spent writing. I resorted to pen and paper, hoping that not switching the laptop on would allow me to get some sleep. Lost cause. I’ve used lots of notebooks. In fact, I need more.

Short stories are flowing out of me like no business, anything starts me off. Watching the news, the radio, one word, one comment, and I’m away with the writing fairies. Some of these will be coming out soon. I’ve really enjoyed writing more diverse subjects lately, some are quite dark, and those of you who haven’t read my literary books will witness a new facet of my personality.
Anyway, I hope you will enjoy these. Get in touch, I love hearing from you 🙂

The comments’ system has been changed. I hope it will make it easier for you to drop me a line.
Thanks for reading Xx

Don’t forget to check out my books, and if you’ve enjoyed reading them, I’d be thrilled if you posted a review. Thanks

Author to author with Glynis Smy

 

 

 

 

Very pleased to present this guest post from the lovely Glynis Smy. Congrats on her first release and best wishes with the next.

 

Glynis Smy was born in England, in the coastal town of Dovercourt, near Harwich. She left town to nurse in London, and lived there for the first few months of her marriage. Three children, two pharmacies, a nursing career later, she is now free to write. Emigrating to Cyprus with her husband in 2005, enabled her to concentrate upon writing poetry.

Having always kept her poems in a drawer, Glynis decided to celebrate her fiftieth birthday by publishing them in a book. This was followed by a second, and she was contacted by a writer who told her she enjoyed reading her work. An on-line friendship formed, and for three years they communicated every day.

Reading a short story written by Glynis, her friend commented it would be better as a novel, and encouraged her every step of the way. Sadly the family contacted Glynis and told her that her friend had passed away. This was the day Glynis wrote The End on the novel. Slowly the writing world rallied around and drew Glynis into the community. Courage to set up a blog and share her work paid off, and novel two was completed with the support of a new mentoring friend.

Glynis loves the Victorian era, and gets carried away with researching for her novels, often procrastinating for hours on an attractive website or two. The first novel is now making its debut appearance, and is called, Ripper, My Love. It is an historical romance suspense.

Growing up in late nineteenth century East London, Kitty Harper’s life is filled with danger and death – from her mother, her beloved neighbour and the working women of the streets.

With her ever-watchful father and living surrogate family though, Kitty feels protected from harm. In fact, she feels so safe that while Whitechapel cowers under the cloud of a fearsome murderer, she strikes out on her own, moving into new premises to accommodate her sewing business.

But danger is closer than she thinks. In truth, it has burrowed itself right into her heart in the form of a handsome yet troubled bachelor, threatening everything she holds dear. Will Kitty fall prey to lust – and death – herself, or can she find the strength inside to fight for her business, sanity and her future? And who is the man terrifying the streets of East London?

It can be purchased on Amazon.com in paperback and Kindle version. It will also be available on Amazon.co.uk at a later date.

Glynis has a blog she continues in the memory of her friend. They set it up to help authors showcase their books. New Book Blogger accepts all genres and will accept books published for many years, not just new.

Her personal author blog is www.glynissmy.com and she can be found on twitter and Facebook. 

Her second novel, an historical romance; Maggie’s Child, will be published at Christmas. Novel three, another historical romance; The Man in Room Eighteen, takes Glynis back to her roots and is based in her hometown.

 

 

 

 

Forget word count

I’m often asked about word count.

Okay, so I’m a total nutter. I have three novels on the go, one of them in French. Too many ideas bursting out. No idea what this writer’s block is about.
I do try and concentrate on one project but what do you do when inspiration strikes?

I just go with the flow. That’s one thing I can be organised with. All my neat and not so neat little files, I bounce from one to the other.
I’ve been known to pen an entire draft in  one week. When it flows, it flows! I can’t stop until it’s done.
And the word count? Yes, so it’s thrilling to see it add up but I don’t get fixated on it. I know when the story is finished and that to me is what matters.

Easy Life?

Who said life was easy?

My mother died when I was a teenager. Many years have passed but I’m still learning about her, not from family or friends. When she married my father she distanced herself from the only friend she had and there is no family.

My mother is still a mystery to me. I discovered many things about her after her death, through letters and legal documents. Photos revealed a woman who was a far cry from the old-fashioned, prim and proper mother I knew.

Writing has helped me sort out my feelings and offered perspective. Friends never understand how I’ve forgiven her for the miserable childhood  I had.

As a mother I’ve struggled to understand the hows and the whys. I also missed the special bond most mothers and daughters have when a grandchild is born. Knowing this would not have happened didn’t lessen the void. Seeing friends with their mothers sometimes hurt.

Life is a long path of recognition and learning. Not so long ago, it finally dawned on me that more than having just grown up in difficult circumstances, my mother was suffering from a mental illness.

It all came clear to me that morning. Why did I never even suspect it? I was raised not to question things, but I did. I kept it all to myself. But my mother, well, I was so afraid of her. She was so strong, indomitable.

All the crazy spells, smiling and screaming the next minute, throwing a basin full of water at me in public, trashing my room in the middle of night while raving.

Still, I didn’t click. Because for years I lived with guilt, like many children who have suffered abuse, I thought it all my fault. I was conditioned to believe everything that happened was somehow my fault. It’s not easy shaking those labels.

Her son from a previous marriage is schizophrenic. I wasn’t told this until after she had died. It was not something my mother wanted known, another secret under the carpet. I didn’t even find out he was my half-brother until I was 12. He terrorized me through my childhood. I remember my mother taking him to this centre, it was only years later that I learned what this centre was.

So here I am, all these years later, proud mummy to my gorgeous children. Who said life was easy? But one thing is for sure, you learn something every day, and with love you cannot go wrong.

Writing advice

Do this, do that!

Many writers are concerned about their “platform,” sometimes forgetting to take time to write their books it seems, some of them haven’t even written a book to start with.

Nothing wrong with being prepared but when I hear so many saying they haven’t got time to WRITE, the balance seems all wrong. Ah, balance, always a tricky one.

It seems though that there is so much advice about promoting yourself that writers become obsessed with it, questioning their every moves be it about what they’re writing , how they’re writing…

So it’s confusing out there, you’re not sure who to listen to, what do you do?

Write, of course, that is the whole point, isn’t it?

Write, write again and then worry how you’re going to promote yourself. Make contacts, talk to people, sure and don’t forget to listen to your gut instinct. You’re the one writing this book, either you can or you can’t, but nobody can tell you how to write.

What he said…

Forever may not be long enough,”says Matthieu to Natasha in my new novel, Lost in your time.

He’s French and he doesn’t take no for an answer. Impossible is also denied.

So, will the sparks fizz out? Or will Natasha fall for the forever concept?

 

“Forever is the most dizzying word in the English language. The idea of staying in one place forever was like standing at the border of a foreign country, peering over the fence and trying to imagine what life might be like on the other side, and life on the other side was frankly unimaginable.”

Emily St John Mandel ( Last night in Montreal)

What’s your take ? 

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