Friday, 26 November 2010

Cursing Like A Sailor

I am.

Pop your head out of the door if you dare, face towards HMS Victory, and you will probably hear me.

I awoke this morning to discover a mouse had chewed through our modem cable, so no internet connection. It will take three to five days for a new one to be delivered, but in the interim Him Indoors has stuck it back together with some electrical tape. So no sudden movements please.

To add insult to injury my laptop will not boot up, so I am on the old coal-fired PC and praying that it will hold it together long enough for me contact the outside world. I dread to think how long it's going to take for Dell to fix it if it can't fix itself. So keep your fingers crossed for me please!

The replacement dishwasher should be available for collection by Tuesday, but the way things are going I'm not banking on it.Someone mentioned snow ...

So if I disappear for some time, you know why! And lovely editor, you have my phone number!

Monday, 22 November 2010

Permission To Squeal?

I am officially lost for words.

Storm's Heart has a cover ...


And Christmas has come early for me!  What a classy lot that team at Embrace are. I am over the moon with it and, to say the least, massively excited! Isn't it gorgeous?!

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

Look What I've Got ...


Just the ticket!

India Grey's latest gorgeous book arrived yesterday amidst floods, thunder and lightning.

The postman smiled.

I smiled.

And you won't hear from me until I've polished it off in one, greedy sitting.

UPDATE: This book is unputdownable. Devoured it in under a day. Ironing pile now looking at me in a very ugly way ...

Monday, 8 November 2010

Gunpowder, Seasoning and Plot.

I love, love, LOVE playing with fire - always have. And now I'm all grown-up I don't have to hide under the dining room table table with a box of matches. Or hide in the shed blackening fallen apples with a candle flame. Or hide in the woods at the bottom of the rec with an illicit fag lighter.

It's all pukka now! Family fireworks!



And then after the sparklers we had this:


Nourishment and nostalgia in one great big steaming pot. I can still remember the comfort of tucking into my great granny's version decades ago - when all the cooking was slow, there was a cobbler on the corner by the church and the shops shut on Wednesday afternoons.

And there's another good reason for indulging in the art of slow cuisine: Mummy is less likely to burn this when she's cooking up a brand new romance. She forgets to check and stir when her mind is drifting off to imposing doorsteps and the man that opens the door. Green eyes or blue? Dark or fair? Will his house smell of beeswax or burnt toast. Or both? Or of orange blossom, sun-baked sea shells and pimenton?

I'm plotting. Oh yes, it's ALL good ...

Monday, 1 November 2010

A pinch and a punch for the first day of the month; white rabbit!

Today I’m talking calendars – they’re all over the place at the moment aren’t they? A stocking-filler staple.

I think I'm going to need three next year. A calendar for for the children – school, social life, projects and endless other stuff. A calendar for the family as a whole – holidays, birthdays, business trips, appointments etc. And a calendar just for me in Writer’s World as I’m fast getting to the point where scraps of paper will not do and I’m going to start forgetting what day it actually is.

But they’re a lot more than a grid of dates, some of them are so gorgeous they would qualify as works of art: vintage photography, famous painters, stunning landscapes – the list is endless. And some are so good you never write on them and keep them for years:



David in December – what more could a girl ask for? How about a date? I hear you ask.

Well, here's a bit of luck: today is launch day for Dating Mr December by the gorgeous, award-winning Phillipa Ashley. Her website is HERE and all sorts of exciting things will be happening over on her BLOG.

Dating Mr December is the US title for the brilliant Decent Exposure which was also made into a film. It was her first ever attempt at a novel and almost the first piece of fiction she ever wroteTalk about inspiring! So visit her as quickly as you can and don’t miss out on the fun. And just between you and me, some of the things Phillipa has done in the name of research make my toes curl …