As it was I had plenty of time to ponder on the morning's happenings. I waited in the hospital car park for 6 hours. Not being allowed in with Bree, because of Covid restrictions. I caught up with emails, read all of my Twitter feed, took a picture of the new Nightingale Hub being built,…
An excerpt from a new mystery novel I've started writing. This is out of my comfort zone, but something I feel I need to do, to push myself to explore new genres. I am excited about it, but at the same time entirely at a loss as to where it may end up. The new…
I have decided, rightly or wrongly that now is the time to let my first born go.... So far it remains titleless. I am told that is not a word.....I know the book is good, because my friends told me so.....But seriously, it's now three years since I finished editing it and received comment from…
Barbara sat up slowly, she stared at the cup of tea on the bedside table. His bedside table on his side of the bed, in his bedroom. Exactly the same as last time. This time he was in the kitchen searching the freezer for something to cook for supper, last time he went to arrange…
I'm in two minds whether to put this on the blog. It could well be rubbish. I need to be told if it is, but I need to be told gently. I'm not actually as hard as I like to make out. I need to be told what is wrong....structure, timing, concept, whatever. Obviously this…
Anna has been given her Great Aunts country house. She and husband Chas, have the intention of turning it into a Bed & Breakfast. Little do they realise how much hard work, heartache, and sadness lies ahead, nor had they planned on the devious underhandedness of cousin Marty to take Oakfell Hall for himself. CHAPTER…
A currant WIP I'm working on. A humorous look at how a 60 something is trying to remember why & how she knows people, yet shares no past with them. Throw in the fact her Father wanted a boy not a girl, her Mother works on a strict...need to know basis.....& a long lost friend…
Barbara looked in horror at the dress her mother proudly held up. The all too familiar Marks & Spencer label was clearly visible so it hadn't been cheap, & there would be no discussion about whether she liked it or not. ' Well go on then. Try it on' her mother was saying whilst shaking…
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