Category: books
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Moving around the Changes…
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My mind was a blank when I woke up yesterday morning. It seemed to stay that way, despite my trying to think of something to write. My brain has been doing this a lot lately, too much going on in there, and I suppose it had switched off for a while. They will be having…
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Thursday Catch-up… #Reviews
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…
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Writing Progress, and How!
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Working Cover With one thing or another, things have conspired to make writing Swan Song, my latest mystery difficult, if not impossible. I am so glad to report that all this has changed. I have no idea how or why, but I have been taking full advantage this week. I had a much-needed brainstorming session…
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Fingers Crossed…
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When I woke up this morning, I didn’t feel that well and wasn’t looking forward to another long day of depression and struggle. These days, my determination has to be hiding behind the door, for I have not seen hide nor hair of it in weeks. Almost everything has been bumped, placed on hold until…
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Wildacre Review #Ghost Horror @shani_struthers
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in #Dark, #Fiction, #Suspense, blogging, books, haunting, mystery, nightmares, review, sharing interestsHome is where the heart is: a place where memories are forged, a refuge from the world. But what if those memories are painful? And the refuge becomes a prison? Jessica Lockhart is in need of a live-in carer over the Christmas period; Isla Barrow is the woman who takes the job. After a fraught…
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A Nightmare Remembered…
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75 years ago, I read an illustrated copy of Jane Eyre. I was eight years old and fascinated by the haunting drawings and the story itself. A sad, complicated story that gave me nightmares. I spent my childhood trying to escape from a miserable childhood, reading everything I could get my hands on. The story…
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To the Memory of Us…
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I was browsing through some old files yesterday, and I don’t know why I do, because I rarely find what I’m looking for. But what I did find was several of Anita’s poems! I forget how long it has been since anything new has graced my desk, she is getting very frail these days, but…
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The Power of Books #Bad Moon #Fiction #Horror
I was a lonely child, and London was a lonely place to be when I was growing up there after the war. All around me, people were busily trying to put their lives and homes back into some kind of order. I remember walking around the streets, confused by all the chaos that still had…