Sunday Sneezes, part 2

Some tweaks to the marketing plan, with a couple of posts/links shared on the web. Also worked some more on the interview which will focus on SEVEN SNEEZES. I don’t find it as easy as some to talk about myself, though I don’t feel I have secrets. Hmm.

Spent some time on book descriptions, too. Hopefully moving ever closer to what the books (especially TMST) are REALLY about. 😮 😉

Also, spent some time setting up the TELL ME SOMETHING TRUE paperback, and working on the KISSING CAFE WINDOWS paperback cover, as it wasn’t quite right.

And I tweaked some prices, so who knows. Turns out the TELL ME SOMETHING TRUE novel is a monster in more ways than one… weighing in at 700 pages (I squeezed more words per page – still waiting for the proof to see if it looks ok) it still requires a high minimum retail price.

Does twice the word count truly = twice the cost? We shall see.

Provisional covers from today:

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BookCoverPreview front & back paperback 2906






Saturday Swims, part 2

Another big day, as I worked on a few things, and now have FOUR pdf copies of my novels in the hands of helpful potential readers out there… And they are… Tamsin, Elizabeth and Olivia. Thank you, ladies. Plus, hopefully, there might be another reader soon.

Elsewhere, actually connected to Swimming In Clouds, as today should, I have equally big news, as I worked some more on the paperback version of my short story collection, and it should be hitting the Amazon & CreateSpace pages any time now. As and when receive word I shall update your good selves. For now, the cover/back cover image:

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Kissing CaFriday Windows, part 1

Yay. Doing the right book on the right day. 🙂




No, go on, spill it…

Ok, well, I’ve not been OVERLY focused on JUST Kissing Cafe Windows today.


No, bear with me…

I DID start the process rolling to create a paperback version of the book, so that’s good. And I also promoted it in a few places, albeit with my other books, too, as seen in my earlier post where I offer a free pdf copy for reviews (btw, YAY to Katie for taking me up on the offer – if you want to see YOUR NAME here then do likewise; I’m just saying).

I also contacted that friend regarding the altered cover for Wonky, but haven’t heard back. I also spent a little time on ECONOMY EDITS, but I think that’s allowed. Oh, and I started answering questions for another interview that will hopefully appear sometime in the next eight weeks – more info when I have it.

Plus, I need to find time to try and drum up more interest in July’s 3words… 🙂



a FREE copy of MY book for YOUR review


Are you interested in reading one of my books for free in exchange for an Amazon review?

That’s why you’re here, right? I thought so.

Simply let me know which of my books below you would like to START with (see what I did there… enticing you to read one then another… subtle, huh?), and I will email you a copy. Easy. 🙂

And there are FIVE EXCITING OPTIONS. (Did you become extra-excited by the caps?)


First up, my romantic tale of one woman’s life:

seven sneezes jun22 cover


This follows Lizzy Anderson from her first birthday when she realises she sneezes in sevens (hence the title – had to be a reason, right?). She struggles through a tough and lonely childhood, meeting the love of her life aged 9, and again at 18. They begin a life together, and we are drawn in to her journey, hungry for her highs and lamenting her lows as she weaves through adulthood, parenthood, love and death during one woman’s life, leading to old age and the inevitable. ( approx 310 pages / 93,000 words  )


Next, my possibly confusing dare of a read:

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This story centres around Ed, a middle-aged, frustrated would-be-writer, family man struggling to maintain his grasp on a reality he finds he never really wanted, having been caught in the flow where there were more interesting lives he could have lived, if only he’d made other choices at three key moments in his life. When a catalyst creates a window of opportunity for him, Ed decides to write the novel he’s always dreamed about, but gets lost in a metafictional frenzy of ideas, struggling to find his true self while he and seven others live the same life. ( approx 730 pages / 275,000 words )


Next, a deliberate change of pace with my good friend Wonky:

new wonky

Wonky lives in a carpet, and is the protector of 12 yr old Odd Bob, an overweight and often-bullied friend who used to talk with Wonky in the downstairs loo of his family home. As he grew up, he lost faith in Wonky, but Wonky’s always been there, trying to help and do the best he can for his friend. When the bullying worsens and Wonky’s frustration grows regarding being unable to help as much as he wants to, something strange was always going to happen. And it does. This is the first tale in a series. The second is already available. The third will be started soon. ( approx 40 pages / 12,000 words )


And finally, my two collections, the first being three novellas set in a cafe:

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In the first tale, Cafe Books, a young man returns to his home town to help his mum with her cafe. He swore he would never return because of past problems with one particular girl, but can’t deny his mother. Then the girl walks into their cafe and all kinds of feelings, memories and secrets are exposed. In the second tale, Ten Minute Windows, a lonely and frustrated mother frequents the same cafe and sits at her favourite table every day, for just ten minutes, being the only time she has for herself. One day there’s an obnoxious man at her table, and he keeps coming back, day after day. In the third tale, Kissing The Mist, an undecided young fiancee seeks the advice of her much-loved, book-fan grandmother, bringing another old, second hand book as a gift. Only, this time the book comes with a history and the grandmother’s past unfolds and unravels the young woman’s delicate grasp on the life she’s found herself living.


And finally, my collection of (mostly) shorter stories:

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This features ten of my favourite stories from the last twenty years, and include: a Pushcart Prize nominated story of two alienated sisters and one twisted father; a chance meeting in a public park between a man, a cheeky young girl, her dog and her mother; a super-short life story of an unappreciated working man who lives for his family; a once-exiled flasher who dares to return to his childhood village hoping for some kind of redemption; two co-workers struggling with their undisclosed-yet-known-about affair and their own feelings toward each other; a man talking with his lover’s cat at night in the garden, trying to right their problems, but only exacerbating them; a much-mocked/unloved father feeling compelled to spend more and more time in his dream-based reality; a mother and her young child mourning the loss of the dear man in their life, while trying to remain positive; an office clerk struggling with a family death and his drinking problems during an unwanted anniversary; and a man reflecting on his abused childhood and abusive wife, desperate to believe in something.


So there we have it. Or them. Hopefully something will tickle your fancy and you’ll want to read. And then review. Just leave me a comment or send me an email with your (first, heh) choice and I’ll express deliver a pdf copy to your inbox.

Many thanks for reading this far. I just wish I had something extra special to offer you by way of reward… oh wait…

Wonky Wednesday, part 1

Yeah, I know it’s Thursday, but I forgot what day it was yesterday.


Today I spent some time working on the Wonky Monky 1 story, trying to get it ready for PAPERBACK release. Yes, by me. But still. My little Wonky. In paperback. Well, soon. Not today. But we’re getting there. Just like with Tell Me Something True and the 3words collection… perhaps ALL NEXT WEEK. 😮

Also toying with a new cover, and have been seeking illustrations, but they either don’t quite feel right or they are hexpensive. I might even contact an old arty friend I recently re-found to see if she can conjure up something. But feels a tad rude. We shall see.



Sneezy Sunday, part 1

Ok, so for the first SEVEN SNEEZES Sunday I thought I would GO BIG! 🙂

And I did.

I’ve been waiting on what might eventually become a better cover, but wanted to improve on the tissue balls one I had, so I’ve been working on that. And it’s now complete and in the process of being updated on Amazon:

seven sneezes jun22 cover

Then, I decided to try and get a PAPERBACK version available, so I’ve been working on that, too, and although it isn’t finalised yet (you KNOW I’ll tell you when it is), it should look something like this:


Links and more posts as and when things go live. 🙂



3words June – day 21 & 22 of 30

In all my marketing plan excitement yesterday I somehow forgot to do 3words. 😮

Of course, if I were providing the information for any other writers I would have remembered, but being just me on my lonesome it’s hard to keep track some days… sigh… 😉


So here are the two sets of 3words:




And double dose of my ongoing story:


“Well,” she said.

She eased out the slowest, longest breath Teeny had ever heard, to the point where he was starting to worry she might not suck another back in. But then she did.

“I can’t say,” she said.

“Why not?” Teeny asked, turning back to his mum who was now sitting on the stairs, her face in her hands.

“That’s a good question, Chris.”

Teeny rolled his eyes and looked to the ceiling. This was like conversing with Yoda. “Do you have an answer, gran?”

“To what, dear?” She asked. Then chuckled. “Right – to where I am?”





Teeny held the phone away from his mouth and tried not to scream. Instead he jumped up and down while silently shrieking with his eyes closed, his head darting from side to side. Someone grabbed his elbow and he stopped, shocked by the touch, but it was only his mum, who he had somehow forgotten.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, nodding to the phone. “I think she might be losing it.”

“Honey,” Laura smiled. “She lost whatever she had left a while ago. You want me to have a word with her?”

He shrugged, but looked beaten.

Laura reached for the phone. 

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