A Cuppa and a Catch-Up

You can’t beat a cup of tea

It’s May! I can hardly believe it. Happy Bank Holiday to you all, and – as my good friend Rhiannon Bone would say – a very blessed Beltane, too.

Pull up a chair, grab yourselves a cuppa, and let’s have a good old catch-up, shall we?

I am very well aware that I haven’t been around much on here lately. I apologise – again. I have been incredibly busy, working on not just one, not just two, but three different writing projects.

The first of these is currently having a final proofread. I have had a gorgeous cover designed for me by the lovely, and very patient, Berni Stevens,  and I’m just waiting now to make any final corrections before things move on to the publishing stage.

New book coming soon!

There will be a cover reveal and a pre-order date coming very soon, but I can tell you that the book is due for publication around mid-June. It’s not a Kearton Bay book, nor a Skimmerdale book, but it’s very close to my heart. It’s set on the Yorkshire Moors, not far from Kearton Bay (!) and a scene takes place in Helmston, so readers of the KB series will feel on familiar territory. We have brand new characters, including a heroine I loved and a hero I fell completely in love with. I’m always nervous when I’m about to have a book published, but I really hope you’ll enjoy it.

I’ve also been working on the second Skimmerdale book, and it’s been great fun to be back in the Yorkshire Dales with my old friends. I’ve especially enjoyed renewing my acquaintance with hunky sheep farmer, Eliot, but that’s me. I’m shameless. I’m not sure when this book will be published but I will definitely keep you updated when I know more.

Thirdly, I’ve been writing a Christmas book, and that should be coming out in late October/early November. It’s set in and around Farthingdale and Moreton Cross – villages that also appear in the Kearton Bay series – but will feature completely different characters. I’ve been getting to know a very different sort of heroine in this one. She’s quite challenging, and she has a rather lovely fella whose life she’s about to turn upside down – or is she? Hmm…

Can’t believe my book’s in the libraries!

So, as you can imagine, it’s been all go lately, and that’s why I’ve neglected the blog and for that I can only apologise. Hopefully, you’ll all think it was worth it in the end. 🙂

What else have I been up to? Well, I sent off a story to the lovely folks at The People’s Friend, and it was accepted. It’s going to be published as a pocket novel on July 27th. It’s provisionally called The Doctor’s Daughter, although that may change. I’ll be publishing it on Kindle at some point in the near future, but it’s always lovely to see a copy of your work on the shelves of WH Smith or a supermarket – even if it’s only for a couple of weeks. My previous pocket novel, All Because of Baxter, has been published in large print format by Ulverscroft, and copies of that should be in various libraries right now. That’s made me very happy, as I spent practically my entire childhood in one library or another, and I never dreamt in a million years that one of my books would be on the shelves one day. It just shows you!

I’ve also been setting up a new website. You may notice that several pages of this blog have gone missing, and that’s because they’ve been incorporated into my new site instead. However, this blog will remain, as will the book reviews, and there will be a link to these pages on my new website. It’s been quite a faff for someone as technically challenged as me, I can tell you! Find me at http://www.sharonboothwriter.com

Me and Jessica in a very windy, cold Scarborough!

It hasn’t ALL been work, though. On Saturday I ventured out of my writing room into the real world. I caught the train to Scarborough to visit my lovely friend and fellow Write Romantic, Jessica Redland, who was giving a talk at the Seastrand Cafe on the seafront. We had a fabulous day, and even though the talk didn’t go quite as planned, we had a lot of fun. Mind you, the weather was a bit grim. My teeth were chattering! Of course, it WAS a British Bank Holiday weekend so I should have known. 🙂 You can read all about Jessica’s event here.

So, I think we’re all caught up for now. My cup of tea has actually gone cold, so I’m off to put the kettle on.

Have a great week.

The Busy Month of May

After my participation in the A to Z Challenge during the merry month of April, I was all blogged out. I’d somehow – don’t ask me how, because I’ve no idea – managed to come up with twenty-six different topics to blog about, all starting with the appropriate letter. Even more astonishing, I’d remembered to schedule them. And I’d scheduled them correctly. Give that girl a pat on the back! By the thirtieth of April, however, I was feeling a bit weary, and resolved to take some time off blogging.

On May 1st, I broke the resolution immediately by taking part in the Lovely Blog tour, at the invitation of my Write Romantic pal, Jo Bartlett. But that, I decided, was that. No more blogging for another month. Then another of my Write Romantic pals, Jessica Redland, asked me to be the first guest on her blog. How could I refuse that invitation? So I agreed to that, too, and you can read my post here. Jessica, by the way, has a fabulous new website that you may like to check out. It’s absolutely gorgeous and you can see it in all its glory here.

Not blogging freed up a little bit of time, and May has actually been quite a productive month for me. I finished the novella I’d started, and I’m quite impressed that I managed to bring in a story at just IDShot_225x225under 41,000 words. I’ll let you know what happens with that one. I’ve also done a first draft for a short story, and I’m now looking at it and wondering, if I turn the viewpoint around completely, will that make it more interesting, and unpredictable? Hmm, I’ll think about that one. And, best of all, I’ve made real progress with book three! Now that really is good news, because it’s been really worrying me for simply ages. Nothing I tried felt right and the story just wasn’t working. I put it away for a few months – yes, honestly, months! – and tried to think about something else entirely, while I got A Kiss from a Rose ready to send to the editor, beta read two other writers’ novels, and worked on the novella. Then I had a lightbulb moment. It came to me, in a flash (so an exploding lightbulb moment!) that I was writing about the wrong character entirely. That was the problem. When I sent her packing (sorry, sweetie) and focused on a different character, the story began to take shape immediately. This has given me so much relief, I can’t begin to tell you. So I won’t. Although I rather think I just did.

Anyway, I’ve been writing a scene a day in my little office, so my husband knows I mean business. If I’m downstairs, tapping away on the laptop, he can be quite sure that I’m on Facebook, Twitter or Googling pointless things in the name of research. If I’m in my office, sitting at my desk, staring at the large computer monitor, he knows I’m doing real writing. And I won’t leave that room until I’ve written at least one scene. That’s the rule.

download (16)I’ve also managed to get a bit more reading done. I’ve read Jessica’s novella, Raving about Rhys (you can read my review here), as well as being lucky enough to read both her debut novel, Searching for Steven, and her follow-up book, the second in the Whitsborough Bay series. I absolutely loved them! I’ve also read Louise Marley’s novella, Something Wicked, and I posted a review of that, too, which you can read here. I’m currently reading two books – Helen Phifer’s The Secrets of the Shadows, and Valerie-Anne Baglietto’s The Moon on a Stick. I’m loving them both!

When I popped over to post my reviews on here, I thought the blog was looking a bit tired, so I had a play around with background colours and fonts, and then made a header picture. I’ve used a similar one for my Facebook writer’s page here. I’m not technically minded at all, so it took me a good while to figure out how to do it, but I’m really pleased with the result.

All in all, I’ve had a good May, in terms of my “proper job”, which is what I consider writing to be. Unfortunately, it’s the “day job” that pays the bills, which is terribly inconvenient. One day I will win the lottery and then I’ll be able to buy the house of my dreams and clear off to the countryside or coast and spend every day writing. Or faffing about on Facebook. Or blogging! Now, there’s a thought. Of 10429272_799949250122316_6415847908952233703_ncourse, I’d have to buy a ticket first, and since I haven’t done that since around 2002 I don’t rate my chances very highly. Ah well.

Ooh, and as a final treat to finish off the month, my Baby Oleg arrived today! We took out car insurance through a certain comparison site, and we’ve been waiting patiently while PostKat trotted halfway round the world with our little darling, but this morning there was a knock on the door and our very own PostKat, well, a rather wet and bedraggled looking postman, actually, was standing there with our newly adopted baby meerkat. Small things, and all that… Now I just need a Paddington Bear and I’ll be happy. 🙂

Have a great week xx

My Turn On The Lovely Blog Hop

My lovely Write Romantic pal, Jo Bartlett, has invited me to take part in the Lovely Blog Hop, in which writers talk about some of the things that shaped their life and writing. Jo’s debut novella, The Gift of Christmas Yet to Come was published in November by Fabrian Books. Her first novel, Among A Thousand Stars, will be published by So Vain Books on June 17th, and she also has a People’s Friend pocket novel coming out in June, so she’s been very busy!

First Memory: The first thing I can remember is sitting on a chair looking out of the dining room window at pouring rain and thinking it wasn’t nice weather for my third birthday. I know a lot of people will1525765_10152818486411988_110797161_n think, you can’t have thought that at the age of three, but the memory is very clear. I also remember listening to the soundtrack album of The Sound of Music on my mum’s old Dansette record player in the dining room, and an EP (remember those!) of My Fair Lady. I learnt every word of Wouldn’t it Be Lovely? and On The Street Where You Live. I have a distinct memory of sitting on my little bike in the back garden, watching my mother hanging the washing out and my little sister on her tricycle, and thinking, really sadly, that in a few days I wouldn’t be with them. I had to start school and I felt really upset that they would be together and I would be in a classroom away from there. That memory is so clear, it must really have affected me. I would have been four then. This is me, my sister and brother. I would have been about ten, I think. My mother always insisted on dressing me and my sister in identical outfits which, given that I was two and a half years older than my sister, was pretty galling. When I complained about this a few years ago, my sister pointed out that she’d got the worst of it. She not only had to wear all those wretched crimplene dresses once, but then she got my cast-offs and had to wear them again! I couldn’t complain after that.

Books: Oh, what would my childhood have been without books! They were, without doubt, my best friend, and the thing that got me through some difficult times. No matter who I fell out with at school, no matter if I was in trouble for something at home, no matter if I felt the whole world was against me, I always had books to turn to. I remember very clearly being taught to read at school. I can remember looking at this jumble of letters, and suddenly it was as if they were rearranging themselves into words that made sense. It was fascinating. I was so lucky because I learnt to read really easily and loved it from the first. I feel so sad for people who struggle to read, especially when their difficulties aren’t recognised and they don’t get the help they need to overcome their problems. I just can’t imagine life without books. I remember being given a copy of Noddy by Enid Blyton. I think it was the first book I ever actually owned. Our lovely neighbours were moving house and I was heartbroken. I was swinging on the front gate, watching the removal van being loaded up, when the lady of the house came to say goodbye and gave me and my sister a present each. I can still remember the feeling I had when I tore off the wrapping paper and saw the bright, vibrant colours of Noddy, Big Ears and the little motor car on the cover. I hugged that book to me and cherished it for years. I had a huge collection of Ladybird books. My favourite was Beauty and the Beast. They were so beautifully illustrated and I really regret not keeping them. I was a massive Enid Blyton fan, and my favourite presents at Christmas 11169913_775145862602655_4989751607631754829_nwere always the three Blyton books that Mum and Dad bought me each year. I discovered pony books when I was about eight and from then on, all my pocket money went on them. I remember catching the bus into town every Saturday morning, and heading straight to W H Smith’s to scour the shelves for my next read. In those days, the bookcases were full of pony books. It was the golden age, when I could find Pullein-Thompson, Ruby Ferguson, Patricia Leitch, Judith M Berrisford and K M Peyton books galore. Or sometimes, I’d go the market, to the second hand book stall, and eagerly grab every Monica Edwards book for mere pennies. Happy times! The first “grown-up” books I read were by Catherine Cookson. I read The Dwelling Place and was hooked. Luckily for me, my mum had loads of Catherine Cookson novels so I could read them all quite quickly. I continued to read and collect them, long after I’d left home. I’m still a fan of her writing. It was my mum who introduced me to Jilly Cooper. She’d bought Polo from a book club but thought it “a bit much” and gave it to me because she knew I loved horses. I had never heard of Jilly Cooper. Don’t ask me how I’d missed her because I have no idea. I read it, loved it, and raved about it. My mum bought me Riders for my birthday and that was that. I read all her Rutshire novels and am anxiously waiting for the next one. I love Sue Townsend’s books and, like Jo, I still turn to Adrian Mole when I’m in need of cheering up. It’s so sad to think there will never be another one. I still have a lot of pony books and Enid Blyton books on my shelves and I dip into them now and then. I read lots of romantic fiction these days, of course, but I also love a good supernatural thriller. I love Phil Rickman’s books. I can’t wait to see the television adaptation of his Merrily Watkins books. I also like the Miss Marple books by Agatha Christie. I read a lot of non-fiction, too. Basically, I love books!

Libraries: I remember – I think – my first visit to the library. I’d just been at school and heard the Nativity for the very first time. I was absolutely awe-struck. My parents weren’t religious at all and I’d no download (15)idea what this story was about, but I rushed home and told them all about it, and how wonderful it was. My Dad – bless him – suggested we go to the library and find a book about it. He took me there. In those days it was a small place above the town hall – nothing like the purpose-built building that replaced it. I browsed the shelves in delight, and soon found a Ladybird Nativity book to take home. From then on, I went every fortnight or so. with either my mum or dad, or both. I remember finding The Wombles books there, and the Paddington Bear books. I read lots of pony books, of course, and I also went there to find things out. In those days, there was no internet, so most information came from books, and the library was hugely useful for homework, or when I was simply curious about something. Luckily, we didn’t live far from the library, so as I grew older I could just nip round there on my own and spend time sitting at one of the tables by the window, reading to my heart’s content. School libraries were my refuge, and if I had to stay there over the lunch period for any reason I would spend the whole hour after lunch browsing the shelves. My primary school library was where I discovered pony books for the very first time. The middle school library was stacked high with the Collins Pony Library, so I basically lived in that place every spare moment I had! It wasn’t unknown for me to stagger home under the weight of around eleven books. I’m serious! Libraries are so important. I used to take my own children there when they were young, and we’d spend a good hour or more looking for books I hoped they’d enjoy reading, or, more likely, enjoy me reading to them. It’s sad to see so many libraries closing.

What’s Your Passion? Apart from books, writing and being with my family, I think my main passion is going to new places and discovering beautiful villages and buildings that I’ve never seen before. I don’t travel far. I’ve never been abroad. It wasn’t a conscious decision. My parents couldn’t afford to take us abroad when we were young, and then, when I was all grown up with five children of my own, the cost for seven of us to go abroad was way out of our price range, so I’ve never even had a passport. Now, I just think there are so many gorgeous places in the UK that I’m happy enough to visit those. I even love finding new routes to places we’ve been before, just so that we can see different things on the way. I’m well-known in our family for always nagging to take the scenic route wherever we go. I love visiting castles and abbeys and country houses. I’m also really interested in history and I watch lots of history programmes. I wish history had been as entertaining at school. Unfortunately, learning about the industrial revolution and the dates of the corn laws and the invention of the steam engine just didn’t do it for me, and I lost all will to learn. Which brings me onto…

Learning: I didn’t do as well as I could have, or should have, at school. I liked to have a giggle, and I didn’t really see the point of lessons. Nothing really grabbed my attention except for English and English Literature. I worked hard in those two subjects and was rewarded with good ‘O’ level results. Two ‘O’ levels and five average CSEs wasn’t a great result and I should have tried much harder. I had the ability, just not the inclination. I’ve done most of my learning since leaving school. I’ve taken various college courses and distance courses, and I studied for six years with the Open University and got an upper second class Honours degree in literature. I would love to do more studying, but the cost is prohibitive. I’d have liked to do my Masters in literature but the price is way out of my range now. I’d also liked to have done a second degree, perhaps in history. The main thing is to keep reading, keep watching documentaries, keep your mind open to learning. It’s not really about certificates and qualifications. Learning certainly doesn’t end with school, or even university. It’s a life long process and a very enjoyable one.

Writing: I love writing. I’ve written stories ever since I could form words on the page, and I’m always writing, even if it’s only in my head when I should be doing other things! Since knowing my books were going to be published, though, I’ve found that I’ve been distracted by social media. You have to promote your books and that takes up so much time. Long before my first book was even finished I was “building my author platform”, networking on Facebook and Twitter, setting up this blog… It all takes me away from actual writing time. Then there’s the pressure of Amazon sales ranks, not to mention reviews – whether it’s the problem of how to get them or worrying that the ones you do get will be bad ones. That kind of sucks the joy out of writing, to be honest, so I’m trying to just get back to writing stories I’d love to read. I’m trying to remember what it felt like just to write for myself, without worrying what other people would think of my stories or how well it would do with buyers and reviewers. I want to make friends with my heroines, fall in love with my heroes, and have fun creating some naughty villains, all without worrying about what anyone else will think.  I’m going to be concentrating a lot more on the actual writing and less on the social media and blogging. After doing the A to Z blogging challenge recently, I’m quite blogged out! It may be quiet on here for a few weeks…

This is the part where I’m supposed to hand over to another blogger, but with all the rush to finish the A to Z challenge and complete this post I completely forgot to ask anyone if they wanted to do it. So, if any of you want to do the Lovely Blog Tour just let me know and I’ll tag you in this post.

Have a good week xx

A-Z Challenge Theme Reveal

atoz-theme-reveal-2015So, as I may have mentioned previously, I took the plunge and signed up for the A-Z Blogging Challenge. Basically, this means that throughout the month of April (excluding Sundays) I have to write a different blog post each day, with the theme of each post beginning with a different letter of the alphabet. So April 1st would be about a subject beginning with A, April 2nd about a subject beginning with B…you get the drift.

Having decided to go for it – because I’m nothing if not completely insane – I then learnt there is another string to the A-Z bow. The great theme reveal. Or The Great Theme Reveal if you want to be a bit more dramatic. Participants in this choose an overriding theme for all twenty-six of their blog posts, rather than selecting random subjects each day.

At first I thought this was a step too far. But then, when I thought about it a bit more, I realised it could actually be a good thing. Having to focus your mind and concentrate on one theme would – possibly – be a useful thing. So I decided to go for it. The question was, what was my theme going to be?

There Must Be An Angel

There Must Be An Angel

Well, I then realised that the challenge was the perfect opportunity to tell you all a bit more about There Must Be An Angel. It’s my first book, and I’m very proud of it, and I am all too aware that a short blurb on the back of the book cover, or on Amazon, or here on my blog, doesn’t even begin to cover all the aspects of the story. There are lots of different elements to the plot, but there are also “behind the scenes” things going on, too. For instance, how much do you know about Beltane? Have you ever visited Robin Hoods Bay or Whitby? Have you ever tasted delicious gourmet marshmallows? What’s your favourite ancient monument or stately home? What do Jane Eyre and Jane Wenham-Jones have in common? And who exactly is Kearton Bay named after? These are just some of the issues I’ll be discussing over the course of the challenge, and by answering these questions and a whole lot more, I hope you’ll feel part of the Kearton Bay community and want to know more about what’s going 10462719_598312073619369_4215909891013464915_non there. I may even be giving away a free copy of There Must Be An Angel for you to discover for yourself!

Looking forward to seeing you here. April 1st. It’s a date!

Have a great week xx

Avoidance Tactics

Saturday morning dawned and I leapt out of bed, alert and eager to head to my study (aka the boxroom), switch on my computer, open up Scrivener and begin work on Book Three.

You see, this is why I write. My imagination knows no bounds. What actually happened on Saturday morning was that I lay in my cosy bed for simply ages, thinking that I really ought to get up and do some work because first thing in the morning is by far the best time for me to write and, goodness knows, I’ve not exactly written a great deal lately. Then I thought maybe I ought to make a cup of tea/feed the dog/let the dog out/check my emails/see what’s happening on Facebook/browse through the new book that’s just arrived in the post/read the next novel on my huge to-be-read pile…you get my drift.

I’ve had a break from the novel writing for a few weeks. I finished A Kiss from a Rose and sent it off to the NWS back in June. Early June. Then I set to work writing a short story for the forthcoming Write Romantics’ charity anthology (you can get a sneak peek here if you want to!) and then I did a tiny bit of editing on There Must Be An Angel and read it yet again. Then I did some blog posts, played around with the blog, and added lots of pictures to Pinterest. But Book Three? Nope.

I did make a few notes. I jotted some ideas down. I knew who my characters were, where they’ll start and where they’ll finish and roughly what sort of things will happen along the way, but I hadn’t made any detailed writing plan and, more importantly, I hadn’t started that first draft. Why?

As I lay there, clutching the duvet to me and trying to force myself to at least start the next instalment in The Kearton Bay Chronicles (my nickname for the series I’m writing) I wondered what it was that was making me so reluctant. And there it was, that little voice. The voice that bugs me constantly and never seems to have anything kind to say to me.

“What if you can’t do it again?”

Well, quite. It’s perfectly possible, I suppose. But then, if I’d listened to that voice I would never have signed up for NaNoWriMo or joined the RNA NWS or started this blog or opened a Facebook page or anything else that I’ve done in the last couple of years, because that voice has been in my ear the whole blooming time and, frankly, it’s getting on my nerves.

So I made that cup of tea, let the dog out, fed her and then headed to my room and switched on my computer and began to write. And I managed four scenes, so that’s not too bad for a first day.

Sunday morning dawned and I headed to my room, determined and eager to start the next scene. Except, I needed to check something out on Google, and before I knew it I’d opened my emails, which led to me sorting out my Google Plus account (which I’d apparently opened a while ago and can’t for the life of me remember anything about, which meant I had to research that, too!) Then I opened WordPress to add a Google widget and that led me to messing around with my blog again and then I kept checking back on Facebook and flicking backwards and forwards between all these open tabs and now I’m too tired to even think about writing. So…

I’ve written this blog post and – by the miracle of technology – it should, fingers crossed, appear on Monday morning, by which time I will be at work in the day job, putting in my ten hours and not thinking about writing at all (honest, boss!) *innocent whistle*. Then, on Tuesday morning I shall get up early and put in at least three hours on the novel before work, and I shall do that every single day until draft one is complete. And I’ve set myself a deadline. Draft one, book three will be finished by November 1st. Yes, of course I mean this year. I’m not that bad!

Here we go again then…

Have a great week xx

Back In Business

It seems like ages since I blogged here last. Well, that’s probably because it was ages. I feel I am a very bad hostess. I keep popping up and then disappearing again, don’t I? I do have an excuse though. (Don’t I always?)

So, where was I? Oh yes. A lot has happened since we chatted last. DD2 got married and the wedding went wonderfully well. Mrs and Mrs both looked absolutely beautiful and there were no hitches of any kind and they are now settled in marital bliss and excitedly planning their forthcoming – if rather belated – honeymoon. They are off on a safari and then to a luxury all-inclusive hotel in Africa so you can imagine how much anticipation there is. Speaking as someone who has never been further than Ayr in the north and Land’s End in the south and has never possessed a passport, I am pretty impressed!

The driving test came and went. I failed. Yep, after all that preparation and study it went very pear-shaped on the actual day. Nerves just took over and ruined the whole thing. Having said that, totting up the minors, I would still have passed if I hadn’t made a big mistake and entered a roundabout in the wrong lane. The worst thing is I knew I was doing it. As we approached I kept telling myself, “you need to be in the other lane” but, for some reason, I was completely frozen. I couldn’t make myself do anything about it. Needless to say I was pretty frustrated and upset, not least because I didn’t have another seventy pounds to book another test! It will have to wait until after Christmas now.

I moved back in with DH! Yes, after ten months apart we are now reunited, and it was much less traumatic than I feared. In fact, it very quickly felt like we’d never been apart, except that we have figured out what went wrong last time and are now making damn sure we don’t make the same mistakes again. He is like a new man which is quite interesting! I spent five weeks living at his “bachelor pad” while we awaited the keys to our new house. That was difficult as it was a tiny little place and (horror!) there was no broadband connection and I couldn’t even get a signal on my mobile phone. That’s the reason I haven’t blogged. See, I told you I had a perfectly good excuse! We are now settled into our new home and I absolutely love it. I haven’t felt this settled in a very long time. 🙂

I got my report back from the NWS reader. It actually arrived on the morning of the wedding, but I put it away and tried not to dwell on it till the following day because I didn’t want the wedding ruined if it was bad news. When everything had calmed down and I was all alone sipping a cup of steadying tea the next day, I carefully unpacked the slightly battered package and took out the report. It was good news! There were lots of positives and some real praise in there. I was amazed! There was one major plot point that needed looking at, which, having given the matter some thought I could see made perfect sense, and a couple of minor tweaks that will tighten the story and improve it. The reader had given me some really useful pointers and made me see things which, after they were pointed out, I couldn’t imagine why I hadn’t seen them for myself. I guess that’s the point. After working so long on a piece of writing you just lose your  perspective. You can no longer see it properly. An outside view is desperately needed and that’s what this provided. I have not touched the manuscript yet. I plan to leave it for a few more weeks then get to work on the changes.

So what am I working on right now? Well, obviously, I am pretty busy with the new house which is still littered with boxes waiting to be unpacked and some of my belongings are still at my daughter’s house. I used to live in her spare bedroom – did I ever mention? However, being me and a bit dim, I decided that a little thing like having no internet and being in the middle of a chaotic mess wouldn’t stop me from entering NaNoWriMo for the third year running, so I did. And to date my total is….zero words.

A whole first week of the challenge has passed and I still haven’t begun to write. However, I do have a rough plan for book two and I will begin very soon. There’s still time to hit the fifty thousand words isn’t there? I know it’s a bit of a tall order but I do love a challenge…

If any of you are frantically NaNo-ing as I write (and if you are, what on earth are you doing reading this? Get back to the writing!) I would like to wish you the best of luck. It’s a fantastic idea and I have had two successful years previously which have resulted in rough drafts of the book I have just got back from my NWS reader, and a sequel which I realise will be book three in the series. I really don’t want it to be third time unlucky. Fingers crossed!

Have a great week xx