I remember writing my first book, how I’d agonise over every sentence, desperately not wanting to commit some awful grammar faux pas. I’d haul all my books off my bookshelves and examine them minutely for all sorts of perceived faults in my writing – like correct sentence structure and trying to figure out how my writing heroes managed to make me hear and see their characters so intensely, rather than just read words on pages. This resulted in a horribly over-edited book, with bits constantly being taken out and replaced or moved around. Hello grammar gremlin hell of the future. They still pop up today.
Eventually I realised that no matter how famous the writers, none of them followed any particular pattern. Some of them conveyed conversations using he said or she said. Some of them used no attributives at all for dialogue, but you still managed to know who…
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Sorry I’ve been gone so long. I didn’t want to share a whole lot of self-pity and grief here, and after today I’m not going to in the future either. It’s been six weeks since Angus passed away, but it feels like a lifetime ago, so much has changed. I’ve discovered that emotions I’ve believed I’ve fully felt before were really just the tips of icebergs, and that sometimes when you fall and think that no one can halt your plummet, and that you’ll never stop going down, that there are hands that will catch you, and hold you tight until you find the strength to stand again. So now here I am – standing again.
I’m not afraid of dying anymore, because now I know for sure that that isn’t the end at all, and I also know without a doubt that after all my years of intellectually studying the religions of the world, and referring to whatever lay beyond as “The Universe” that I was wrong. God is all around, and so are a whole lot of His angels. I can honestly tell you that He buys you books, finds you parking, and fixes broken washing machines, and a whole lot more that you wouldn’t expect from Him. Don’t worry – I’m not going to start preaching at you. It’s just nice to know, and I’m truly grateful for His very direct and impossible to call coincidence approach these past weeks. It’s all been a bit miraculous.
Angus passed instantly, and I’m absolutely positive that he felt no pain. We had no inkling that he had any problems with his heart, and he generally bounced around like a horse. He was sitting on the chair next to mine drinking his coffee when he said that he felt faint and that was literally the end. I “felt” him leave, and I knew that he never left alone. There is absolutely no doubt in my heart and mind that he is alive and well in another room in this incredible realm of our existence with a whole lot of others already there. There you go – end of preaching.
And now on with living – because it’s important, and we’re supposed to enjoy it. I think that every little thing that we do is important in the grand old scheme of things. We spend so much of our time worrying about things that may never happen. M Scott Peck had a thing that he’d say to his patients when they were fearful or worried. He said that when those feelings arose that they should ask themselves what they’d be doing right then if they weren’t really busy being scared. The answers were always doing something that brought pleasure. The solution, he said, was to just start doing the happy thing.
Right now I’m trying to find my bearings as far as earning my crust is concerned – not overly keen on doing the whole starving and camping out under a tree thing with my feathered and furred horde – but I’m getting there as far as ideas go, so hold thumbs. I’m sure that I have more emails than the Dalai Lama, so please be patient with me while I get stuck in and catch up again. It’s good to be back here with you lovely guys again – I’ve missed you all and hope to be back to zooming.
Farewell my Angus – till we meet again.
My husband passed away suddenly this morning, so this blog will be on hold for a while. Please forgive me not answering comments.
Happy Christmas everyone! Happy Every Other Thing Too! Whatever you’re doing today, please open your arms and receive this HUGE virtual hug and a whole lot of virtual kisses from me, and also wishes for peace, joy, and love to descend upon you forthwith in piles and piles and piles.
By way of a pressie for any of you who fancy it, I’ve made Echoes of Narcissus free on Amazon until 29 December – just click on the cover image to zoom over to Amazon and download it.
There are a couple of reasons why you might want to offer your eBook with its paperback version at a steeply discounted price, or even free using Kindle Matchbook. People love a bargain, so it stands to reason that they’re really going to like the freebie best of all, but for instance when buying a paper book as a gift they then can get the eBook for themselves at a steep discount – bonus. If someone is spending ten bucks for a paper book an extra ninety nine cents shouldn’t be hard to spend. You get the full seventy percent royalty on the small sale which isn’t a huge pile to be true, but most importantly it also gives your rankings a boost. Also noteworthy, giving a free full colour eBook with a black and white paper self help book can do wonders to boost your CreateSpace sales.
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Wow! Best short story of the year for me.
The Cinderella Shoes | A Christmas Story
“I’ll take them,” I hear myself say, and suddenly, my heart is fluttering randomly like a butterfly in my chest. “I’ll keep them on.”
The two young sales assistants exchange snooty glances, rolling black-rimmed eyes at each other. One of them goes to get a bag for my old grey trainers, while the other processes my purchase at the till.
As I teeter out of the store on my new high heels, I hear the ring of their mocking laughter, and my spine stiffens.
I glance down at my feet. Four hundred euros of Swarovski encrusted soft silver leather now adorn each one, balanced on a perfectly crafted, needle-thin mirrored heel.
I push back the panic which is welling into my throat, locking away the guilt for later. I just want to enjoy the elation which is coursing through my body. It…
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Sal has zoomed across to gorgeous green Ireland for Christmas and I’m looking forward to hearing about her adventures. Here’s her Saturday Roundup to catch up. :)
This broadcast is coming to you from Ireland.. I got all excited on the first day when the sun came out and I had hoped that this might be a good sign… Unfortunately it has rather gone downhill since then weather wise but more than made up for by the warm welcome and the Christmas spirit everywhere you turn.
I have scheduled a few things for the next week and will be popping in and out to check on the blogs that I follow. But, I do wish everyone the most fantastic Christmas and may 2016 be healthy, loving and jammed pack with friendship.
Here is a quick look at the last week here on Smorgasbord beginning with an apology to Ryanair for my complaints of the past… they have redeemed themselves.
The Smorgasbord Christmas party started on Monday this week with Hugh Roberts challenge to raise some money…
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