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Tomorrow never comes

It’s never too late. That’s what I told myself before my children were born, before they had limber arms and chubby legs with twinkly little toes to tickle at bath time. Now they stamp and moan, giants with children’s hearts, eating everything in sight. And those toes, oh those sweet smelling toes that deserved to be counted and bathed with care, are now tucked out of sight and out of mind. I waited for the perfect moment to be a writer; waited till the family grew and needs were fewer. Nothing seemed to change and my tomorrow never came.

Then something happened. It crept out of the folds of the autumn sunshine one day, washing my bedroom with its golden rays. It whispered of romance and heartache and wretched betrayal. It grew into an idea, into words, into sentences. That was the day Deception was born.  Nothing had changed in my life: the needs were the same, those loving footsteps filling my world with chaos. Yet, those whispers couldn’t be ignored. I had to capture those thoughts, those words, those sentences. I had to be a writer.

I wonder if any of my bloggers feel that way about the birth of their book babies that shaped their writing careers. I wonder if there are people out there waiting for their tomorrow, waiting for that right moment to capture their story and make that brave step towards sharing it with the world.

What if your tomorrow never comes?

 

 

New Beginnings

Every year begins with new resolutions. Some are old versions of broken promises or unfulfilled dreams and wishes from previous years; others are works in progress to help improve our lives, beliefs or to capture those moth-eaten dreams. Mine is the latter. Continue reading

Little Napoleon

Have you ever met a little Napoleon?

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Monday Coffee

Forced to face the anger of the blustery wind, my night time coffee readers run for cover behind the double glazed windows of the coffee shop, observing the carnage outside. Trees thresh about, gripped by shuddering spasms while swaying in unison, as though possessed in their prayers for salvation. Beyond those glowing rectangular frames, cups clink and milk hisses as crowds of bloggers, authors and poets mingle with artists and musicians. A warm atmosphere tinged with satisfaction sits atop the bookshelves and multi-coloured sofas; everyone is in his or her safe space. On days like this, the coffee shop is full to capacity.

I’m glad you found me. We haven’t got our usual seat by the brick wall filled with book shelves. Instead, we are further back, pushed against the glass wall overlooking the swollen river which looks like it’s trying to hold onto the contents of its dinner without upchucking over the grassy lanes. Our meeting today is rather brief. It has been a long day and an episode of The Walking Dead awaits. So, let me get down to sharing my week with you. For those who are subscribed to my blog, you might have noticed my new Free Write section appear this week. This is part of my practise course work for my degree. The creative writing aspect requires you to try to free write every day. Some days have been difficult and others not so much. Overall, I managed four days out of seven. I have to improve.

Ideas have come together for the Literary Festival at the end of this month. Activities are now ready for my little Book Corner, I even have a roller banner designed for the occasion. I just need to order it and hopefully get it delivered before the event. The Children’s Writing panel event is going to be pretty exciting because it’s a question and answer session for people wanting to tackle writing children’s books for the first time. My nerves are tingling at the prospect of getting a questions I can’t answer but I think it will be a good experience.

Last week saw a pivotal moment in my life. Circumstances are pushing me in a more definite direction now and I feel it is going to lead to more exciting adventures in the future. I’ll share more once the picture becomes clearer.

What about you? What has happened to you over the past week?

Today, I got to meet up with a lady I’m mentoring. She has some wonderful ideas for a children’s book and has no idea how to start, so I’m helping her. I have a feeling she is going to be a force to be reckoned with in the future as she has the ability to spin a yarn that has me in stitches for hours. I love her story telling and can’t wait to see her book come to life.

The hum of the coffee shop is slowing to a gentle murmur. At last, those possessed trees are now resting and the silence outside is a welcome relief for those stragglers from the coffee shop waiting for their buses to take them home. As we part ways, I wish you a happy week ahead and look forward to catching up again for another coffee date next week.

Have a great week!

 

Literary Festival

Join me at the Festival.

Free Writing

As part of my course, I have to practise free-writing every day. Here is my first one for the week. I will not be editing these pieces, so please don’t be offended if you see something awry or offensive. I’m literally setting my mind free. Continue reading

Blast Off with Space Dust comes to an end

Ritu has kindly taken the helm and is leading us to the final stop at her special blog where there’s a party going on! Treats and a quick video of me reading Space Dust are part of the line up, so don’t miss out.

For the final time, click on the pic!

And now, the end is near…

…And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain

I’ve lived a life that’s full
I’ve traveled each and every highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way.” Frank Sinatra – My Way

As we approach the penultimate stop on our Blast Off with Space Dust Blog Tour, I would like to thank each and every blogger who took the time to host our adventure through the blogosphere. Being an independent author means you have to create waves in the marketing pool using the support and friendships in the community around you, a family of creative writers who all dream the same dream – of leaving the written word out there for the world to enjoy.

Space Dust has certainly been my greatest adventure so far and with their support, it has been a joy to come out of my shell and share my special story with you. Without the inspiration of the great librarians at the Bracknell Forest Libraries, Space Dust would never have come into existence and our Little One wouldn’t have had an adventure through space in Big Ox’s canoe, paddling along with his absolute favourite spoon!

And, of course, I can’t forget you, the reader. Whether or not you’ve read my book and left a review, I appreciate you taking this journey with me and reading my posts. I hope our adventure together will continue and we will journey further into the book market, giving Space Dust a chance to be shared with more readers, more families, more dreamers.

On that note, let’s take a trip to another author’s page, this time it’s Val Neil. She has kindly given us a platform to share a bit more about the story.

Click here, as always!

Saturday’s stop over

While we admire the autumn sun, the fun has already begun at Write to Inspire. Join me for an interview with a difference. Lance asks quirky questions about my tastes as we make haste to the last few stops on this tour.

Click on the pic to see what makes me tick!

Space Dust Celebrates National Poetry Day

As a special feature, I thought it might be fun, to create a quick ditty for Big Ox and Little One!

Floating free on the rainbow trail

Big Ox and Little one prepared to set sail

Across the sky on a mission to see

Cheesy Dust and maybe a pepper pot tree.

Using his absolute favourite spoon

Big Ox propelled the boat in the direction of the moon.

“Will we see Mummy today?”

“I don’t see why not. She mentioned needing extra cheese and pepper for her spots.”

“Don’t be silly,” replied Little One, grinning at the joke. “I really want to wave hello, not make silly pokes.”

Happy National Poetry Day!

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