There’s a song in my heart.

Despite this being a grey old day, here in good old Blighty, I woke this morning with a heart full of optimism. Why? Well it was 6.30 am, I could hear birds singing and despite the rain, the sky was lighter than it’s been in a long time.

It’s been a damp, snowy, hailstoney winter and it ain’t over yet, but there’s light at the end of the tunnel and that should fill us all with gladness. The summer probably won’t be up to much, here in Britain anyway, but it’s got to be warmer than it is at present and the daylight hours will be longer and stronger and that’s got to be a good thing.

It’s strange, but despite my writing being quite dark, I crave daylight, as do most of us. It’s then I get most of my inspiration. Hey – I never claimed to be mentally stable, now did I?

So roll on lighter and brighter and possibly more inspirational days.

Goodreads

Facebook Page

Twitter

Kindle US

Kindle UK

Hardback US

Hardback UK

Dear Diary…

…IT’S STILL BLOODY FREEZING!!! and I’m fed up!

Not because of the weather, per se, but because my stupid Renault Scenic car has sprung a leak. The driver’s foot well is constantly damp and we’ve tried everything we can to trace where the water’s coming from.

We’ve poked behind the mud flaps and removed a ton of grunge, but still the leak persists. The manual says it could be coming from behind the windscreen wipers, but you have to take them off, in order to clear the channel behind them. Hah! Not flipping likely! Getting them off’s one thing, putting ‘em back…I have trouble putting the top back on the milk.

So it’s back to the garage for about the umpteenth time and more money from my long suffering purse. Ho hum, such is life.

Facebook Page

Twitter

Kindle US

Kindle UK

Hardback US

Hardback UK

Dear Diary…

WHY’S IT SO BLOODY COLD!

Yes, I know it’s winter, but even so. I’m freezing and only have a halogen heater to warm my poor old bones. When I’m rich and famous, the first thing I’m going to get is central heating and a super duper electric blanket.

I’m sitting here, teeth chattering, wrapped in my dad’s old dressing gown, a pair of thick socks, slippers and a scarf, very attractive – not.

My nose keeps running and my fingers are stiff, but with my new found, New Year’s optimism I’m bearing in mind that spring is on its way. Already the mornings are getting a little bit lighter and the evenings too. So I’ll stop moaning and put on my happy face.

***

Kindle US

Kindle UK

Hardback US

Hardback UK

Dressing up to dressing gown.

Yes, it’s that time of year again when we all wish we were hedgehogs, or some other form of hibernating creature. My way of retreating from the cold is to wrap up in my dad’s old dressing gown – not a pretty sight!

I think I’ve mentioned before that I’m something of a clothes horse. I love getting dressed up, but not when we’re on the cusp of winter. All my dress sense goes out of the window and I’ll wear anything clean and comfortable – not necessarily ironed. I just don’t care, not while it’s dark in the mornings and I’ve got to haul my backside out of bed at 6am and start scraping the car windscreen – one of my favourite past times – not.

And so it goes, until lighter and warmer days come round again and I “blossom” back into the peacock my friends love to mock, because I’ve reached the age where “mutton dressed up as lamb” is starting to apply. But hey, I never said I had good taste.

***

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Midnight-Silver-Flute-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B008Z10Y3E/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1345235895&sr=1-2

http://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Silver-Flute-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B008Z10Y3E/

From summer to winter, a writer’s journey.

So summer has gone, not that it was ever really here, and we enter the hallowed vales of autumn once again. Do the seasons affect the way we write?

For example, in spring are our scribblings full of fresh new ideas, filled with the joy of creativity? Does summer bring fiery passion and adventures new? With the arrival of autumn do our ideas bear fruit, bringing forth a wealth of abundance?

And what does winter bring, apart from the inevitable dark days and cold? Perhaps the crystallization of all our imaginings, bringing them together into a whole, ready to send out into the cold, hard world to sink or swim, rise or fall. 

Only time will tell.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Midnight-Silver-Flute-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B008Z10Y3E/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1345235895&sr=1-2

http://www.amazon.com/Midnight-Silver-Flute-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B008Z10Y3E/

Sunshine in my blood.

Feel the beat of the summer heat.

Taste the wine of golden sunshine.

Days are long and yet so fleet,

when they turn again to snow and sleet.

Dance on grass so verdant green,

before it’s gone, ‘neath icy sheen.

Fill your lungs with warm fresh air.

While summer lasts, rid yourself of all care.