Category: #Fiction
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The Magical Hedge…
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Ever since I noticed the forsythia peeping through the green privet section of our hedge the other day, I have been having lots of looks through my office window, just to see the rapidly growing clusters of yellow flowers. This hedge, 30 feet long and usually the bane of my life when it needs trimming,…
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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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Silent Sunday…
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Winter is very much holding sway down here in Petersfield. I keep looking out of my window, but there are no signs of growth out there yet. My bonsai trees look cold and damp, sitting in their pots like silent sentinels. Are they awake in there, waiting for Nature’s nod to get going? This is…
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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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Why are we Waiting?
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This baby Swallow looks fed up, waiting for the Spring, and I know I am too. I keep looking for those early signs, but they haven’t arrived yet. Oh well, back to the writing. At least that is coming along nicely! This isn’t the cover, but it could be. Not quite good enough, I think……
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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…