Friday, 17 October 2014

My first guest post!

Guest Blog: Me, Myself and Jaye by author Anita Dawes

The other day my sister-in-law, Jaye came into the front room where I was curled up on the couch, reading a book and asked for a fresh up-to-date bio about myself, something she knows I hate to do.
I have written several books and most of these Jaye has helped to publish on line. These days I prefer to read, telling myself it’s a kind of research, after not picking up my pencil for some time.

The idea for a book is the most important thing, but first you have to find it, and then write it down. Jaye doesn’t entirely agree with my methods and sometimes I think she might be right. I do spend too much time in other people’s books and I am eternally grateful to one sweet old lady who came to my school and taught me how to read. Spelling is something that still eludes me, and I thank God for Jaye, as she’s the only one who can read my scribble.

Jaye says ideas come easy for me and she’s right, they do.  I don’t mean to sound big-headed, because the thing that doesn’t come so easily, is putting pencil to paper then handing it over to her for checking, spelling and all the things I have trouble with. For in a way, I hate the fact that my notes are so hard to read and the spelling is atrocious. So much so, that if anyone else were to see my scribble, I think I would die of shame.

I have realised lately that reading all these books, and going for long walks is an excuse. I’m just lazy, the ideas might come easy but putting them down is too much like schoolwork, something I’m still allergic to.

Again, Jaye gives me that look. She knows all about my excuses, and I hate it when she’s right. I have just written a short story and have an idea for another, a spooky one this time.
Oh no, she’s back again, asking for a two-page funny post for Halloween, and have I finished the updated bio yet?

There’s nothing for it, I will have to sharpen all my pencils, put down the books and put more of my ideas down on paper.
Well, I have to do something to stop her begging.

Book Blurb
When you think about being in a coma, you would imagine that nothing much happens. Peaceful, perhaps, a bit boring? Maybe.
But who knew that being in a coma would be such a traumatic, sometimes violent experience?
When Maggie is mown down by a dirty blue car outside her local supermarket, she is not prepared for any of it. Least of all, the sad nightmare world she is forced to witness. Or the sad pitiful child she finds there.
Maggie has two battles to fight. Finding her own way back to the real world and somehow bring the child back with her…

Saturday, 11 October 2014

Autumn Has Arrived...

The weather has turned and not for the better. It is freezing and wet outside. Dark, miserable skies that match my mood, and I sense a non-active day descending and I am in no mood to fight. I check my emails and notes, but my heart just isn’t in it. Nothing for it, I would have to take the day off and crawl into a book.
The next day the weather couldn’t be more different, but unfortunately my mood hadn’t changed. Normally the sight of a blue sky will do wonders for my get-up-and-go, but I fear it has left me, hopefully not for good.

I get these black moods occasionally, and it takes some fighting to leave one behind, so I concentrated on routine tasks as the brain was refusing to even look at anything else. The general thought was, if I ignore it, maybe it will go away. But despite all my attempts at positive thinking, it clung to me like the smell of onions, long after the meal.
The following day it was still hanging around and I had had enough. It put up a struggle no matter what I tried to do, ignoring it hadn’t worked, so I decided to down tools and go for a walk and convince it I didn’t care if it hung around or not. Sometimes this worked, but it looked like rain, so it was more than probable it would all go pear shaped and I would be no better off.
Several hours later, after a lot of walking, a cheeseburger at my favourite place, and more than a little rain, I went home, reasonably cheerful and very wet.

Today, there was no sign of it and I was pleased to say the least. I am not happy being miserable, it tends to get in the way of anything productive and I hate that it can do that.
There has been a lot of talk lately about depression and how we handle it. I can understand being depressed when things go wrong; when life gets too hard, but why at other times?

Sometimes I am convinced that depression has to be an actual entity of some kind, intent on making us unhappy for reasons of its own and if anyone can come up with a cure for it, they should make them a saint!

I hope everybody else is having a better time of it, and hopefully, I will be more cheerful next time...


Saturday, 4 October 2014

We Have Lift-off...

I am not expecting to see much of Jaye before Wednesday. She is so busy checking everything is on target for the launch of her first book, Nine Lives. It’s a wonder the PC hasn’t melted, there’s been that much going on! I really hope it all goes well.
Lulu, our rescued geriatric moggy, seems to be doing very well too. Slowly her health and coat are improving, and there are definite signs that both Lulu and our own resident beast might be trying to make friends. At least she has stopped hissing every time he pokes his nose around the door.

The air in the office/dining room was almost buzzing today. Jaye was still busy making last minute checks on everything she could think of, to be ready for publication tomorrow. I can’t remember being this stressed out when I was about to be published, but I suppose I was. It was a while ago now.
I know she is worrying that it won’t be any good, that maybe she should have edited a bit more, but she has been up to her neck in this book for nearly a year now, so it should be more than ready. We shall soon find out, one way or another.

by James Amess

When I woke up this morning, the house was very quiet, almost like a church. Jaye was trying to be calm, but was failing miserably to hide her excitement. Amazon had already emailed to confirm that Nine Lives was now live for the whole world to see.
Even though I have written several books, I can still remember that overwhelming sense of achievement with the first one. Many people try to write a book, but few actually finish, let alone publish them. I hope it does well, for she deserves it. And I have read it and found it good, so it should.

Today was a bit of an anti-climax. It was as if nothing had happened and I decided not to say anything. It was business as usual, Jaye doing all the usual things, emails and such. She looked a bit distant, as if something was on her mind. More than usual, I mean.
But I had the feeling it wasn’t Nine Lives. I knew she had come to terms with sending her baby out on its own, to stand or fall, whatever would be. She had done the best she could, only time would tell if it was enough.
We spent the afternoon helping Anita’s daughter to clear the overgrowth and brambles from her garden, working ourselves to the point of exhaustion. This, I think, was Jaye’s way of moving on. There were always plenty of other jobs to do.

Turned out that Jaye was worried about Lulu. Her ears and eyes were still bad despite our ministrations, and appeared to be getting slowly worse. She had this habit of looking at you with the saddest eyes, as if asking something very important.
We had another long talk about the best course of action. A visit to the vet was probably on the cards, for antibiotics if nothing else. What was worrying Jaye, was what else the vet might find on closer examination. Lulu seemed to be okay, considering her 21 years. But we agreed we had to find out, one way or the other.

See you all soon, God bless…