I suddenly realised that this year’s horrendous journey has been as much a mental one as a physical one for me. And just thinking about how far I have come on both fronts absolutely shakes me to my core.
I really lost my temper yesterday, something I could feel coming but hoped would pass.
I might have come to the end of my patience, as my struggle to be the competent blogger, writer and book promoter like the good old days seems to have run out of steam.
For months now, I have tried so hard to recapture the old me. Do you remember her? The one who always has too many irons in the fire and never enough time?
I realised today that I just can’t do it anymore. I am not that person now, and try as I might, I can’t just go through the motions, hoping it will all click into place. Maybe it will, but banging my head against the wall every day and getting nowhere fast, is depressing.
Apart from everything else, I am not writing. I am in my head, but the daily struggle is stopping it from materialising.
Worst of all, the things I do manage to do are not working either. Maybe the magic has gone, it certainly feels like it…
Writing or Promoting?
The main question right now, is if I can’t do both, which one should I be doing?
Since I abandoned Mailchimp for being too darned complicated, we haven’t had a newsletter. I really miss having one, so maybe I should try another provider. But which one?
Oh no! I’m doing it again. One minute I am complaining that I don’t have enough time to write, then I’m talking about doing something else. What am I like?
News
Desperate to rekindle her love of writing, Maggie rents an old house in Cornwall. She expects dust and cobwebs, but not a silence that listens. From the moment she crosses the threshold, the rooms seem to lean closer, the walls brimming with a presence that knows her name before she can speak it aloud.
What begins as unease deepens into an obsession.
A cradle waits in the attic, carved with letters that seem to twist when she looks too long. A lullaby drifts through the dark, tender and terrible, coaxing her to surrender the last fragments of herself.
As the house closes in, Maggie is forced to fight not for escape alone, but for her very identity. To survive, she must hold on to the one thing the house cannot claim…
Atmospheric and relentless, The Lost Lullaby is a slow-burning ghost story about memory, hunger, and the fragile line between haunting and possession.
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The Lost Lullaby is now on pre-release on Amazon, going live on 10th December 2025. I will do my best to promote it, but as usual, the clock is ticking.
- ARC copies are still available if you would like to join in the launch with a review on the 10th December! CLICK HERE
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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