You wouldn’t believe this, but it took me three days to find out how to find somewhere to put a new post.

I hadn’t done this before on my iPhone, and I just couldn’t figure it out.

I have been among the missing lately, and I have missed talking to you all so much. I haven’t been enjoying myself, resting and the like. No, I am in hospital with not one problem, I have three.

I have been complaining about my health for a while now, and what with the endless waits to see anyone, it took my collapsing and unconscious at 5 am last week to get me here for some much needed help.

Write, now I know what to do, I will be back…

You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

Why did I bother came to mind, as my life has not been a bed of roses. But I have made the best of it, and enjoyed quite a lot.

Not sure about the end though, as indications are not bright .

It will probably say on my gravestone that she always did her best, but that it was never quite good enough.

While double-checking the work I’d done recently, I discovered not one but two reviews I’d written and somehow never posted. This showed me how far I have fallen off the efficiency wagon, and I cannot apologize enough to the writers concerned.

Woven in Time Trilogy Book 1 by Jessica Ann 

Across centuries, three women are bound by an invisible thread, one that dares them to question everything and follow what whispers in their souls. Because it turns out, we are far more magical than we ever imagined.

1307 England: Miryam, a weaver’s daughter, longs for more than her impending arranged marriage. When she meets a handsome monk and begins practicing magic in a secret mystery school, she believes she has found her true path—until the earl begins hunting heretics, and her new powers may cost her life.

2017 California: Leah, an atheist fortune teller and boxed-wine connoisseur, just wants peace during a brutal custody battle and debilitating migraines. But when a strange journal from the 1300s arrives addressed to her, she is drawn into a mystery that challenges everything she believes.

2307 New Soteria: Karaia, a rising marketing analyst, witnesses an impossible murder in a world where crime was supposedly eradicated. Thrust into the dark underbelly of society, she learns of disturbing government cover-ups, repressed childhood memories, and her own connection to a thousand-year-old prophecy.

Our Review

This story grabbed hold of my curiosity the minute I saw it. An unusual and complex story, weaving magic and the supernatural together in very interesting ways.

Different times, different places, and three very different women, powerfully linked together on a fascinating journey.

History, intrigue and transformation, all blended together to spellbind whoever reads the first book of the Woven in Time trilogy…

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Woven-Time-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B0G2PJQZNT

The Shattered Bauble: A Christmas mystery from the author of The Corfe Castle Murders #Review

It’s Christmas in Lyme Regis, and DC Tina Abbott is looking forward to some well-earned time with her family.

But then her mum Annie, true to form, reports a crime. The pottery shop has been broken into and the owner Peg, Annie’s friend, attacked.

The evidence is scant. A solitary fingerprint in blood, but nothing stolen, at least as far as the police can tell.

But when Annie discovers a gaudy pottery reindeer that was left at the scene of the crime, she and her swimming club friends get drawn into the mystery.

Was the man who attacked Peg the same man PC Dougie Anderson almost ran over on the night of the crime? Why does the local councillor keep turning up? Does the car Annie saw leaving the scene belong to her friend Rosamund’s husband? And just what’s going on at the dilapidated café across the way from the pottery?

The Shattered Bauble is a Christmassy mystery which makes an ideal gift for anyone who loves whodunnits, the stunning Jurassic Coast, or evil seagulls.

Second Review

The Shattered Bauble is a Christmassy mystery, which makes an ideal gift for anyone who loves whodunnits, the stunning Jurassic Coast, or evil seagulls. 

The characters and the location are delightful and a joy to read about. Everything feels so real, it was as if I was really there.

I love being an armchair detective, and Rachel makes it such fun to follow along.

This is one hell of a read, and I look forward to many more!

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Shattered-Bauble-Christmas-Jurassic-Mysteries-ebook/dp/B0FCFXJXB5

I could feel the stirrings of something new and very different yesterday. I didn’t dwell on it too much, as there hasn’t been much good news lately, and I didn’t want to scare it off.

But even though I tried to ignore it, the feeling persisted. I was beginning to feel very different. Dare I say, that I felt far more optimistic than I had in ages?

Less resignation, acceptance, and long suffering. Better was doing its best to replace all that misery.

I didn’t understand what was happening at first, or where this delightful feeling was coming from, but I hung on to that feeling like a drowning woman.

That was when, hunting for a reason, I realised that the Chinese New Year starts on Tuesday, 17th February. The long-awaited Year of the Horse.The year that promises so much, peace and prosperity, joy and happiness for us all. 

You can read the post I wrote about it recently HERE…

When I investigated this again, I discovered that there are quite a few things you shouldn’t do during the first two weeks of this year.

You must not break anything. Or cry. No sweeping or scissors. No talking about death, sadness, pain or poverty.

Had something already visited me and left these instructions, for I was already avoiding doing most them!

I already feel different and far more cheerful. You could say that I feel different, for I don’t recognise the person I am slowly becoming. I am determined to stop wallowing in self-pity and begin to think and feel more positive.

Deep down, I know there isn’t much hope for me, and that I will be pushing up daisies long before I reach the end of all these waiting lists. Before you all start shouting at me, I do believe in miracles. I have had a few of those myself, so anything can happen.

If this is as good as it gets, I must enjoy what I have left. Somehow, this latest miracle arrived all by itself, but I will be eternally grateful for this timely prod in the ribs and enjoy all this lovely peace and tranquillity…

There are bright blue skies and sunshine today, a pleasant surprise after so many grey and miserable days.#I slipped on my flip flops and ventured outside, hoping for some signs of Spring.

There were no buds on the bonsai, and everywhere I looked, there were dark, bare, empty branches. No other welcome signs of Spring.

Just as I turned to go back indoors, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a flash of bright green. I walked closer, and sure enough, all was not sleeping in my garden. Something had decided to wake up, after all.

… showing willing are my baby daffodils, safely cocooned in those almost black leaves of Bugle…

This new and very welcome signal that the grey days were coming to an end, signalled something else too. I realised that something was beginning to change inside me too. I didn’t want to think about it too much, just in case it wandered off again, so I wrapped myself up in writing another chapter of Swan Song, my current work in progress…

(I couldn’t stop thinking, though, so more on this soon…)

Best wishes, Jaye 💖

I nearly gave up yesterday.

Giving up the struggle suddenly seemed like a very good idea.

When it was just the pain in my back and knees that I had to cope with was bad enough. Add the new problems with my head into the mix, and everything seemed futile.

Managing my exercise regime was hard enough, but strangely, I thought I was accomplishing something. But there isn’t anything I can do to help my head. It is getting slowly worse and affecting all the things that matter to me, writing, blogging, and thinking straight.

I can barely get through all our emails before my vision dwindles, I cannot think straight, and my brain hollers uncle.

The time I seem to be allowed gets less all the time, and that’s when I fell into the worst pity party of all time. It all felt so hopeless.

I grizzled for over an hour, all the while wondering if I could stagger outside to play with the traffic! I took Calms and Rescue Remedy, hoping for a reprieve. 

My family were holding their breath, not knowing what to do for the best, so when I finally surfaced and stated ‘That’s quite enough of that!’ they relaxed and laughed their heads off. More relieved than I felt, I thought. 

I spent the rest of the day trying to relax, but my head wasn’t having any of that. It was back, nagging me to get on with the book promotion, and like an idiot, I started thinking…

I’m not sunk yet, guys!

Love, Jaye 💖💖