Autobiography: Part Three

Autobiography: Part Three

Autobiography: Part Three

My next memory, is of sitting looking out the kitchen window, and seeing a soldier walking by every few minutes or so. I didn’t tell mum, because she got upset when I told her things like that, because she didn’t see them. When I was older, I realized he was dressed in the uniform of the Queen’s guard. I had no way of knowing that then, as we had no TV, and didn’t get newspapers. It wasn’t until we watched her coronation on my grandma’s TV in 1953, that I knew what I had seen. I had a baby doll

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Excerpt from Penelope Parker: Chaos and Light-Book Two

Excerpt from Penelope Parker: Chaos and Light-Book Two

Once the girls, Hec and Loki were in their room with the door closed, Hec turned on Loki and spat, “What are you doing here? I hoped I’d never have to see you again in this lifetime. These children don’t need your brand of trouble.” “Oh, come now, Hecate, I’m not that bad, and you know you missed me.” He wrapped his beautiful tail around Hec and hugged her.” “Get off me, you fool,” she said, but there was laughter in her voice. “Seriously, these children are in real danger, and they don’t need your tricks.” “Hecate, I am a

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Autobiography: Part Two

Autobiography: Part Two

I remember. I remember. I remember being born. When I was born I knew. I could think like an adult, but I wasn’t. I remember being cold, wet, and frightened. I remember a man with brown hair, horn rimmed glasses, and a white coat. He was holding me, and then he put me down into something. I think it might’ve been a cot. He looked at me and then he turned around and walked away and he looked blurred through my tears. My next memory is of my mother holding me and feeding me, and looking up and seeing my

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Autobiography: Part One

Autobiography: Part One

I was lying in bed the other night, having trouble falling asleep, (well, more so than usual, anyway). There were a multitude of thoughts tumbling through my head, mostly to do with needing to get back to writing the second book in the Penelope Parker trilogy. Then a thought popped into my head out of nowhere; I really know nothing about my mother or her life. Oh, I knew where and when she was born, but I knew nothing of her childhood, beyond a couple of old photos, taken when she was about five or six. I knew nothing of

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Musings

Musings

Writing is a funny thing sometimes. You think you’re writing a book, but actually, the book is writing itself. So many times, I have spent hours writing, and when I go back and read what I have written, it is as if it was written by someone else. I have tried to explain this to non writers, but they don’t understand, and think I’m a little weird! This can make editing problematic, because the story knows how it wants to be written, and resists any effort to change it. Ah, the joys of being a writer!

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Life Happenings

Life Happenings

A lot has been going on lately, related to my writing being put on hold. As I think I mentioned, I had a bad fall back in August, which resulted in my right (Write!) arm and hand being severely injured. That is mostly healed now, but the other thing was, that as I fell, I snapped my head back to avoid hitting the sidewalk, and as a result, caused injury to my inner ear. That caused dizziness and nausea, but also severe hearing loss in my right ear, which my audiologist said is non repairable. This means I need a

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Interview With Author Robin Jones

Interview With Author Robin Jones

Taken from Robin’s blog on iUniverse   My book takes place in 1949 in Toronto, Ontario. My father took me to the hospital when I was five years old because I was very sick. It turned out that it was pneumonia.  My Father used to come to the hospital and read me stories every day. He read me Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer many times. He loved to read. I loved to listen. In December I received a letter from Santa Claus and it helped to make me better and I arrived home from the hospital on Christmas Eve. I

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Press Release for Friend’s Book

Press Release for Friend’s Book

Hello, folks. Christmas is a’comin’, and I’d like to give a shout out to a friend of mine, who has written a lovely little children’s book, based on a true story from his childhood.I like to promote local authors whenever possible! Please check it out.  Robin Jones

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Musings on Book One

Musings on Book One

One of my Beta readers said to me that she wished Penelope had more happy moments in the first book. I explained that it isn’t really a ‘happy’ book, per se, it’s more about the trials and tribulations of growing up, and having to take on more responsibility than a child should. Rather than shown in a mundane world, it takes place in a magical setting, one that is new to Penelope, who hadn’t seen much of her father so far in her life, although he most certainly was there. As parents, we want to protect our children from dangers,

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The Rattlin’Bog of Writing

The Rattlin’Bog of Writing

For those of you who don’t know, a Rattlin’ Bog is a plugged toilet! That’s how my writing has been for the past seven weeks. I had a bad fall, and severely sprained my arm and hand; the right hand, of course! When I write, I write by hand first, and then transcribe to my computer. I find my thoughts flow better that way, and also, I can’t type fast enough to keep up with them! I am not able to hand write at the moment, and typing is not comfortable, so, I am forced to take a hiatus, which

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