From time to time, I Google my books to ascertain whether any of them have received a mention, for example in the form of a book review. Whilst searching for one of my titles yesterday (Wednesday 10th July), I came across a link to the book on Kiss Library.
All of my books (with the exception of Guide Dogs Anthology), are available from Amazon and (in the case of “My Old Clock I Wind“, and “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind“, also from Moyhill Publishing. I have never authorised Kiss Library to sell any of my books.
I was, obviously concerned to discover that Kiss Library is offering one of my works for sale without my permission. Firstly (as already stated) I never granted that organisation permission to sell any of my titles, and, secondly any funds from such sales will not be going into…
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An exciting launch of Lucy Mitchell’s summer read! Get to know more about how her book baby came into creation and links to order your copy.
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After 3 years and 6 months of blood, sweat, tears, endless cups of coffee, 12 drafts, 5 rewrites, many hours spent at the kitchen table, countless time spent gazing out of the window daydreaming, loads of sweaty author nightmares, millions of texts and emails to writers friends, a mind boggling number of tweets, Facebook posts, Instagram posts and blog posts, the decision in March to self-publish after a lot of rejections, time spent with an editor, a proofreader, a book cover designer, a six-day holiday to Dubrovnik, an overnight stay at a luxury hotel in Worcester and a week filled with non-stop emotion, my book; Instructions For Falling In Love Again, IS NOW LIVE.
I would like you all to…
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After a busy week sketching and painting the illustrations for my new book, Space Dust, I assumed I could slide into the weekend and enjoy the fun and shenanigans planned for special event I was looking forward to attending. Unfortunately, the cards have turned and I’ve lost this round. It’s a working weekend!
As a writer, you sometimes find that events planned coincide with deadlines – or should I say, deadlines decide to land on event days and it’s a game of trying to balance everything and be in different places at the same time. Not that I’m complaining. I am grateful for these opportunities and realise how different my life is now compared to a few years ago. The one big regret I have is not knowing how to market my books well. With sales tanking, it’s heartbreaking to create another book knowing it will be sitting idle, waiting for readers to take it off the shelves.
Author Enrichment Week is fast approaching at school and this year I’ve gone for a more historic theme with mythical fantasy thrown in for good measure. We are promoting good writing across the school and expect our pupils to thrive in an environment where they can use their imagination and the skills we have given them to produce amazing pieces of writing. To top it off, the playful teachers are planning something special for the children – which I have to write by Friday – that will have them sitting up in their seats as they are introduced to the week ahead. It’s a busy time because we are squeezing this in between school visits and sports day. I’m sure it will all work out in the day – we thrive under pressure!
Waiting patiently in the background is the October Literary Festival where I will have my first opportunity to talk about children’s books outside a school setting. I’m both excited and nervous about it. Watching the panel at the Blogger’s Bash fed inspiration on what to do when thrown a curve ball question and the authors speaking about their books were great to watch and figure out how I want to present myself. More work to do before then, so that will sit on the back burner until after the Summer Reading Challenge has been completed.
Well, I have to run away again. Dinner is probably burning and I have to finish more illustrations tonight if I’m going to meet the deadline of this weekend to format my book and publish it in time for the proof to come back and then print enough copies for prizes and donations to the local libraries.
Before I go, check out my blog next week Tuesday – I will have a guest author on my Book Tuesday post sharing his latest book which I have added to my reading list and can’t wait to review (once I’ve finished reading Hugh Roberts’ ‘More Glimpses’ which has me enthralled at the moment.)
Leave a comment and let me know how your week is going.
The house is still, no sounds to wake
The two-legged oafs
Who cried and moaned and quaked,
When sleeping is all the effort I’ll ever make. Continue reading
Last night, I had to say my last, I love you, and sing my last Goodnight song to another member of our family: Tarzan, our 17 year old cat.
Watching him suffer over the past few months meant it was a bittersweet moment when he closed his eyes for the last time and I held him in my arms, a moment that I barely managed to cope with. As I gulped down the lump in my throat and gently stroked his ragged fur, my children’s lives flashed before my eyes. This beautiful feline had filled their daily moments with such happy memories, memories which were coming to an end as the light dimmed in his eyes.
Darjeeling was no ordinary cat. He was run over in the first year of his life, was rushed to an unknown vet and disappeared from our lives for about three months. I still don’t know how I managed to track him down (he hadn’t even been chipped yet). I do know it took several phone calls and visits to shelters in different towns, RSPCA centres and endless calls to random cat people who knew someone who knew someone. In the end, I tracked him to a cat shelter in Twyford and sped off with my two babies in tow, determined to rescue my little Darjeeling cat.
He is the only cat I’ve ever met who could call both my Hubble and myself by name in a voice loud enough to wake our neighbours. Standing on the flat roof of our downstairs cloakroom, which was just below our bedroom window, he would call our names out to the stars until we woke and opened the window for him. If we didn’t wake in time, our neighbours would kindly inform us that he was calling all night long!
Fighting various common cat illnesses throughout his life, he managed to live up to the strength of his name – Tarzan – and was a legend in our family. He will be remembered for his love of climbing thin branches and swinging from them; giving us the stink eye when he wasn’t fed on time; and bravely staying with us through five house moves in his lifetime.
His final resting place, our dream home, will be a testament to his well-deserved rest after a very full life. To say we loved him would be an understatement. He was our cat legend, our sweet Darjeeling, our Tarzan.
Poetry about Life, Love, Music by Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
mostly reading, but sometimes i write
Creating worlds, exploring the infinite beyond our knowledge and imagination.
The ups and downs of a working mum
Thoughts about writing, and the universe.
About Psychology & Philosophy
Life is a broadway musical and everyday is a song. These are mine manifested as poetry.
words, glorious words...
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