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This strange, mysterious image caught my attention, mainly because I find myself floundering around a lot in the dark these days. I am doing the best I can with just one eye, but it’s not easy. Luckily, it doesn’t seem to affect the writing, which is a blessing.

You can barely see that it has been raining in this image, although we have been having our fair share of the wet stuff. I think I can safely stop the rain dancing now!

August has been a peculiar month for us, so I am hoping September will calm down a bit, and give us a more normal time of it…

love as always

Jaye💕

Detective David Snow

My name is David Snow, and I am fortunate to be known as the detective in Jaye Marie’s books. She loves to tell the world about me, so I thought I would return the favour.

I am rather fond of Jaye. It’s hard not to be, as she is a lovely lady. She has a heart of gold and is always doing things for her family and friends. A great fan of Mother Nature, I often find her up to her elbows in potting soil. Her health has been a little worrying, although she is probably strong enough to cope with anything life throws at her.

I like to think I am her favourite character; although I don’t always make her job easy, I am probably better behaved than some of the people in her books.

She has threatened to hang up her pen, as she thinks she is getting too old, but I will believe that when I see it. She is not a giver-upper!

Rumours are going around the office that there is a new story in the pipeline that I’m not starring in. This surprises me, for having ensured I got my job back in Ghost of a Chance, I thought she would be dying to work with me again.

That might be the wrong word, as her recent health problems have worried me about my future, and I have questions. The trouble is, I have no one to ask. I mean, if an author dies, what happens to their characters?

Are we supposed to die too, or are we relegated to the twilight world of fiction, only managing to live again if someone reads one of our books?

The thought of not working with Jaye again makes me sad, so I hope her health improves, and we can have more fun together…

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When I saw this post this morning, you could have knocked me down with a feather!

You have probably guessed that I haven’t mentioned my new story idea yet, and now that he has forced my hand, I will. Should I tell him that it might be our last together? I mean, neither of us is getting any younger. It’s a great pity you can’t do that unless you write science fiction.

He is looking good, don’t you think? (be still my beating heart!)

I needed a little inspiration this morning, this one will do nicely…

love always

Jaye 💕

For some time now, I have spent my days trying so hard not to look backwards. This is not something I am guilty of in the first instance, so probably easier for me to do.

But that doesn’t mean I have been looking forward either. Desperately avoiding depression, I haven’t been looking anywhere in particular. Which has caused a rift, a vacant hole where daydreaming used to live.

I have always been a bit of a day dreamer. All my school reports say that about me, but I honestly believe that creativity lives in day dreams.

For the past six months, I have been concentrating so hard on getting stronger, especially now that my sister’s health has deteriorated even further than my own, and I am needed like never before.

So once again, no time for dreaming.

But yesterday, I slipped down the daydreaming well for a few minutes, and had a glimpse of our possible future. And what I saw, shook me to the core.

Much more of the same. Same struggle, procrastination and languishing books. Never having the time to create a marketing plan, or anything book related. Worst of all, I couldn’t see the current WIP being finished, and that really hurt.

Will this wake-up call get me back to how I used to be?

It seems like an impossible task, but then I used to be good with impossible. It was miracles I had trouble with…

love always

Jaye💕

Despite the crippling heat of the last few weeks, I went ahead and made the appointment with my optician, intending to get there under my own steam for what would be the first time in months.

Definitely several steps in the right direction, I thought, and although the thought was scary, I really looked forward to it. 

Yesterday was the day, and the weather forecast was not good. First time out of the house and there was a torrential downpour waiting for me. 

Undeterred, as a little water has never bothered me before, we set out at the appointed time.

I hadn’t gone far before I realised that going out into the wild world is not the same as trotting slowly around my own territory. I was terrified, and hung on to number one son’s arm as if my life depended on it!

I made it to the optician’s, a bag of nerves and yet full of optimism. An hour and a half later, after dozens of routine tests and fruitless conversation, I realised that I knew more about my condition than the young, inexperienced man I had been talking to.

Far from shedding light on my eye problem, which is what my neurologist suggested, everything seemed hopeless.

I determined to have another word with him, beg him to do something to save my sight, as his belief that I am far too old to do anything just doesn’t sit right with me. After all, some procedures don’t involve surgery or anaesthetics.

There has been no appointment from the pain clinic for my back, which is so disappointing, doubly so, for it has been suggested that there is a pain block for my head too, which is probably even further away…

Trying very hard not to collapse in despair, I will climb back into the WIP and forget everything else…

I chose this lovely image this morning, because I am looking for a little magic to begin my week with.

Rosemary is a herb and has many uses in our lives, from health and well-being to protection against bad magic.

I do try not to judge my progress these days, but it is hard not to, as I would hate to start sliding backwards and not be aware of it.

I can still do all those things I fought long and hard to do, and really pleased about that. Sometimes I struggle a little, and that serves to remind me not to get complacent!

The main reason for this post, is to tell you that I am going to reach another milestone on Thursday.

I am going to the optician to see what can be done with my left eye, without the wheelchair!

Drum roll, please…

My walking is stronger these days, and because of the location of my optician, I am sure I can get there in one piece, with a handy lift in the car. Just a short walk through the market, although there are several benches, should I need to sit down.

I feel nervous already, but so determined to do this…

love always

Jaye💕