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“When you’re lying in bed at night and regrets from the day come to steal your sleep…
“I should have”
“If only I’d”
“I wish I’d”
…grab one of them and turn it into an “I will” and sleep peacefully knowing tomorrow will be a better day.”
L.R. Knost
Leon Lippert – The Moon Maiden, 1932.
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Sitting in silence, watching steam rise from my coffee, my mind wanders. I consider life and the universe. I marvel at the idea of other worlds. Are there alternate realities? Maybe time travel is possible.
I take a sip, breaking my train of thought.A sweet memory from childhood dances through my brain. I can almost hear the sounds of the ocean, the memory is so vivid. I wonder what lies deep in the abyss of the sea? Consider the possibility of mysteries waiting to be discovered.
As I’m finishing my coffee, I think of love. Instantly,all of the faces of my loved ones flash through my mind. I smile, andletthe moment of simple pleasure linger. Life, in its vast possibilities, just doesn’t get any better than the feeling of love.
Don’t pray “Our Father” on Sunday
And spend the rest of the week living like an orphan.
Love Ever Abides,
Love Never Divides.
~Morgan~
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For the dverse prompt.
I have felt the weight of water, of clouds full of rain, of night sky, starless, black with cloud, of aches in the heart and the head and the bones, of all that we’ve lost, never had, still to do, the weight of the problems that nothing can solve, as heavy as ancient stones still standing, the weight of the sky on their broad backs.
Walking these spring fields
a million green blades bend
spring back unbroken.
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Music is mere beauty; it is beauty in the abstract, beauty in solution. It is a shapeless and liquid element of beauty, in which a man may really float, not indeed affirming the truth, but not denying it.
G. K. Chesterton
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Astrophysicist Halley Dunbar has spent her career searching for the one-in-a-billion exoplanet outside our solar system capable of sustaining life. Required to travel to Lochaber, Scotland to arrange her great-uncle’s funeral, she leaves the world she knows behind and encounters people who make her realise there’s more to life than searching for something that might not exist.
Laird’s son, Tor Strachan rocks up, and she discovers the one man capable of making her happy. However, there are obstacles in the way, and it becomes clear that Afghan veteran Tor must confront his demons before he can be the man Halley deserves. As for Halley, she has secrets of her own; ones she can’t share with anyone – not even Tor.
A good man is hard to find.
Early Reviews for Dark Highland Skies
“I knew by the end of Chapter One that Halley Dunbar was another of Lizzie Lamb’s fabulous heroines who was going to make me laugh out loud, root for her all the way and feel every emotion going. Lizzie’s portrayal of Scotland and all things Scottish, from the landscape to the mannerisms and customs is outstanding. Janet Brigden
“Another unputdownable Highland tale from the Queen of Scottish contemporary romance – 5 Stars
When Halley Dunbar returns to the Highlands of Scotland to say her final farewells to her beloved uncle, memories, past prejudices, and strong emotions are reawakened − despite her determination to stay grounded in the present and focused on her future. Adrienne Vaughan
“I love Lizzie Lamb’s novels. You can guarantee there will be not only a handsome kilted hero, but also a feisty heroine. There is also a certainty that they will be surrounded by a great supporting cast (some you’ll love, others you won’t) and, of course, stunning Scottish countryside. Highly recommended.” Jo Lambert
Our Review
From the very first page, I wondered why a dedicated astrophysicist would travel thousands of miles, leaving Hawaii for a man she hasn’t seen for twenty years?
Or was something else calling her?
I visited Scotland when I was a child and looked forward to experiencing more of the Scottish way of life. The glorious descriptions in Dark Highland Skies took me back there in no time at all. This was when I made a mental note to read more of Lizzie’s stories!
It is always interesting to see and feel the growth of a relationship first-hand. Judging their progress and their failings.
We judge them against some internal chart. None of us is an expert in romantic endeavours, but we always have an opinion, don’t we?
I enjoyed the way both characters show their true feelings, not always to each other, but at least we knew what was going on. This is one of the best romances I have ever read, as the electricity between Tor and Halley was brilliantly captivating.
But how can their romance come to anything if they prefer to live at opposite ends of the world?
Hi, I’m Lizzie and I like writing about the ‘moment’ when the hero and the heroine fall in love. That, and trying to track down the all-elusive hero-in-a-kilt, is what gets me in front of the computer each morning. Since 2012 I’ve published six novels: Tall, Dark and Kilted, Boot Camp Bride, Scotch on the Rocks, Girl in the Castle, Take Me, I’m Yours and Harper’s Highland Fling. My latest novel, Dark Highland Skies is due to publish February 2023 and I’ve loved writing it. I organise the Leicester Chapter of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and present workshops on indie publishing to new writers. My feel good/uplit novels would be very happy to sit alongside Jilly Cooper, Jenny Colgan, Jill Mansell and Carole Matthews on your bookshelf.
I love writing because it’s given me the chance to celebrate everything I love about my homeland – Scotland, and to share those feelings with my readers. When I’m not writing, I spend summer with my husband touring Scotland in our caravan researching my next novel and avoiding the midges.
Slainte Mhath.
That is the question…
At the end of last week, I summoned up a ton of enthusiasm for my so-called writing life and the future of my current WIP. I say so-called, for it hasn’t amounted to much so far this year. There have been a few lively patches of activity, which I thoroughly enjoyed, followed by periods of other such business.
Commonly called life, although I really wish it wouldn’t bother me as I can do without it. This week, for instance, has filled up over the weekend with repairmen, doctor visits and a visiting relative, culminating in Milo’s vet appointment for the snip and chip.
It could be worse, I suppose, as the minute the weather gets warmer, I will need to show my face out there and go through the motions of being a gardener. It has to happen soon, I suppose.
All this lack of writing progress has happened because I have lost my early morning window. This was when I would be the only one awake, and for at least two hours, the writing world would be my oyster.
I have tried to cultivate an evening slot, but I am so tired by then that it hasn’t happened yet. It is beginning to look like I must choose between promoting and/or advertising to get the job done.
Of course, all of this is most distressing, as I have always managed to cope with as many irons in the fire as needed.
Added to all of this is the certain knowledge that time is definitely speeding up.
There used to be time to think, for a start…
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 