Wednesday, 27 July 2016

Dreaming of Another Life…






Dreaming sounds idyllic, doesn’t it?

All too often, it can be anything but. Not exactly nightmarish, but many weird confusing images that can make you feel uncomfortable.

You find yourself worrying about them, what do they mean? Is there a message there somewhere? Why do we dream?

Doctors and psychologists have come up with some interesting theories over the years, but do they really know?

Common sense would seem to suggest that it is just the brain sorting through the days images when we are asleep, and most of the time it does sound likely. But what about all those dreams that seem to mean something? Or those that seem to warn us of danger?

Then there are those that appear to predict the future, which then come true. What are we supposed to think about those?

Personally, I don’t dream much, not that I can remember anyway. The odd romantic fantasy about whomever I fancy at the time, but these are getting rarer. (unfortunately!)


 

Sarah Curtis, the lead character in More Lives, is being driven slowly insane by upsetting and confusing dreams, where she seems to be someone else entirely. Someone very real and in a lot of trouble.

This excerpt picks up the story when Sarah has wandered into the woods and gets lost…







I didn’t know where to go, so I let fate lead me off towards the woods.  I walked for a while, trying not to think of anything.  I told myself I should be feeling the beauty of the place.
The trees in their splendid autumn colours, leaves falling here and there making little drifts under the trees.  I had heard somewhere that to catch a falling leaf was supposed to bring good luck.  I tried and it was impossible.  They seemed to fall gently towards you, and then at the last minute, darted away on a capricious breeze.
Trying to catch one frustrated the hell out of me. I gave up and sat for a while on a dry log, eating some chocolate I found in my pocket.  Then I realised I had no idea of where I was and it was getting dark.  I should have brought a loaf of bread with me to leave a trail, like Hansel and Gretel.
I didn’t feel too afraid; they would find me sooner or later.  And later might be better.  I walked on between ever-thicker undergrowth, hoping it was the way out.  That a path, any path, would appear soon.
I found myself in a clearing with a pool, large rocks and slow running water.  My throat was dry enough for me to scoop up a handful and it was surprisingly good.  Deciding I was definitely lost and too tired to walk any further, I gathered up as many fallen leaves as I could to lie down in, and buried myself for the night.
The temperature dropped considerably and my bed of leaves gave little warmth.  I slept fitfully, dreaming of who I really was.  A girl called Kelly.  And Tommy, my four year old brother, who once again had been sent to the coal cellar as punishment for wetting his bed.  It wasn’t his fault.  Father had made him drink far too much water; he must have known he would wet the bed.  And mother, she did nothing to stop his cruel games.
There had been times in the past when she did, only to be cruelly beaten herself, without saving Tommy or myself from whatever punishment he saw fit.  I knew the house I was in, these people, my parents as well as my own skin.  Yet there was another place with gentle people I could sense, but somehow couldn’t reach.
Soft cold rain washed the dream away and I awoke, alone on a bed of wet leaves.  Lost, waiting to be found.  Too tired to move.  Too dark to try to find my way out.  Morning couldn’t be too far away; I would try again then.

We would love some feedback for this book, and free review copies are available…

Monday, 25 July 2016

Our Kindle Scout Campaign…






Just when we were almost ready to start the publication process for Anita’s new book, Let it Go, someone mentioned Kindle Scout. This was somewhere we could submit a new, never-before-published book to be considered for a publishing contract with Kindle Press.

The more we read about Kindle Scout, the more excited we became. Time to do something different? We thought so. Even if you are not looking to publish a new book, you can nominate books by other nominees, and if any of these books are selected by the Kindle Press team, you get a free copy of the book!

So we entered Let it Go, and our own campaign starts today. The campaign will run for thirty days. Thirty days for as many people as possible to nominate Anita’s book!

That’s where all of you come into the picture. We would love to get loads of nominations. It takes just a couple of clicks, no forms to fill in and doesn’t cost anything. So it’s a piece of cake, and we would be eternally grateful.


Let it Go is Anita’s sixth book, a YA family drama. Based in Cornwall, one of our favourite place on the planet.

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“You read about families where everyone is happy and life is wonderful.
That wasn’t my family.
My mother coped patiently with a drunken, obsessive gambler of a husband and a daughter with an insatiable sexual appetite.  I loved my father, but he kept us one step away from the poor house.  Loving my sister was harder, basically because she hated me.
Me? I couldn’t wait to grow up and live my own life.
Then Dad won a guest house in a card game and suddenly we were off to a new life in Cornwall. A beautiful place, steeped in legend and mystery.  Would trouble leave us alone now, or was it merely biding its time?”

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Friday, 22 July 2016

Summer Memories…





Sometimes,  I like to remember some of the lovely places we have visited in past summers.

Mandy James, author of A Stitch in Time and Cross stitch, talking about her upcoming new book, which is based in Tintagel, Cornwall, a place with so many happy memories for us, triggered this off.

Last year we found ourselves going somewhere new. A lovely place on the Dorset coast called Lyme Regis.
The Lyme Regis Literary Festival had invited us to attend that day, and we intended to make a full use of our visit. We met all the authors we knew from the internet and really felt part of the writing community.

After a lovely lunch in The Royal Lion Hotel, we set off to explore.
The River Lim makes its way to the sea in Lyme Regis, and the quaint old hotel where we had lunch, actually seems to straddle it.  This hotel is also supposed to be haunted, although there was no sign of anything like that when we were there.




We walked along the impressive pathway that encompasses the beach. It is called The Cobb, and was made famous in Jane Austen’s book, Persuasion. I believe it also featured in the film, The French Lieutenant’s Woman.

Lyme Regis is a wonderful place to visit if you collect fossils, as apparently, it’s the best place in England to find them, and practically every shop is full of some impressive specimens.



I remember thinking how refreshing it was to be somewhere new, somewhere just a little strange. We have visited many lovely places in the past, but this was the first in a while. Something we would definitely being doing more off in the future, as getting older is not really an excuse to stop enjoying yourself.

Lyme Regis is a lovely place, and the weather that day was brilliant. The sun gilded the sea with a magical gleam and we made our way home at the end of the day, promising to return one day…