I rarely mention reviews for any of my books. One writes the story and then kisses it on the forehead before tipping it out of the nest and that’s it. (Yes, metaphor mix-up there!)
But Passage was a step way out of my comfort-zone.
A former journalist from Australia who graduated with majors in history and politics, Prue has worked as a hotel cleaner, a cosmetician in a major department store, a tour guide and a bookseller. But most properly, she has been a journalist/researcher for the Australian Broadcasting Corporation. She is now a cross genre writer who enjoys creating fiction from history and fantasy.
Her eighth novel, Tobias, was short-listed as a semi-finalist in the 2016 M. M. Bennetts Award for Historical Fiction and won a gold medal from the coveted Book Readers Appreciation Group Awards (USA) for 2016.
Her historical fantasy novel, A Thousand Glass Flowers, won a silver medal in the 2012 Readers’ Favorite Awards (USA) in the fantasy genre. Her historical fantasy quartet, The Chronicles of Eirie, has ranked in Amazon.co.uk’s e-book Top 100 in varying categories for over six years and continues to do so.
She is regularly commissioned to write short stories for a miniature book press in the United States, where the narratives are bespoke-bound and illustrated, to be purchased by miniature book collectors across the globe.
She is also a farming partner, dog owner, gardener, embroiderer, swimmer and kayaker and claims that her major fault is that she likes wine, chocolate and cooking sweet things for the family far too much.
Passage has been launched for a month now and has accrued some nice reviews on Amazon both in the UK and the USA which has made that little journey worthwhile.
But one feels a certain amount of tiredness after getting a book out there these days. In the past, I have to say I would literally start writing the next book the day after the last one was released! But not so this time…
Perhaps I’m getting old.
But more likely, me being me with a well-known track record of dalliance and delay, I’m just shirking.
Once upon a time…
… we downsized to a small house with a tiny garden. The garden, once established, had to give us (and the dog) joy. And an escape from the city outside the gates, because we’re not city folk.
It also had to promise to care for itself for large tracts of time.
So not a lot to ask really…
I’m back in the Matchbox Garden away from the coast as I prepare for further eye surgery on Tuesday, so had a trip to the nursery, bought a few things and had a little bit of a plantathon… not that one really gets a sweat-up in the Matchbox, unlike my Northern Hemisphere friends who are sweltering!
Today I offer up a bit of a mish-mash of pics because in all honesty, there’s only so much to see in a garden that’s tiny.
We’ve been in the city for 10 days, but are now back in the big garden. Despite lack of water and freezing conditions, the garden has surprised us, doing things with a distinct ‘Where’s spring?’ attitude. My six might show that our garden is gradually waking from winter (such as winter was…)