Christmas shopping!
My hist fict trilogies have been reduced to a gobsmacking 99 cents until Christmas Eve.
My hist fict trilogies have been reduced to a gobsmacking 99 cents until Christmas Eve.
Writing this latest historical fiction (A Small Thread of Silk – working title only) is filled with serendipitous and exciting discoveries which is making the writing something special. Those of you who know me from Facebook will know about the strange revelations that have occurred, odd discoveries which mean that this book has just been waiting quietly in the wings to be written.
A few weeks ago, a friend of my daughter’s introduced her to this lovely goodwill gesture created by a young woman in Hobart, Sarah, who wanted to spread kindness and compassion.
I have no idea where I’ve been the last few weeks.
Somewhere enjoyable? Yes, or else I wouldn’t have had a complete memory lapse about the approach of business and the real world.
Was it somewhere doing everything and nothing? Yes. Lots of everything, actually.
But wherever it was, and whatever I’ve been doing, (researching, writing, family – mostly family, masterclasses, birthdays, nannying and more), it made me completely forget that over this next week, there was a plan to offer all my historical fiction e-books at a SALE PRICE.
I’ve missed SoS for such a long time. September/October have been such busy months, which is a shame because I’ve missed sharing my fritillaria, hoop petticoats, spring crocus, white muscari and the much loved black and white tulips which this year have done me proud – so much excitement and I was unable to share it.
Every year I’m asked how I’d like to spend my birthday.
Heavens’ knows why because it’s an unbroken tradition that I go to Maria Island for the day with my husband.
This…
…hit me like a steam-train when I read it on Instagram. I can’t find the original spokesperson, someone called ‘Wood’, or I would pay credit, but as an historical novelist writing about the twelfth century, in particular Lyon and Constantinople, the words had complete resonance.
And try and say that quickly!!!
You know of course that a snifter is a brandy balloon…
…a piece of glassware that is narrower at the top than the bowl and concentrates the heady aroma of the liquor to the nose.
And in essence that’s what this post is.
Three free snifters designed to titillate your palate and give you an idea of what’s emerging from my little grey cells.
My six are from here and there, and a bit of this and that this week.
I took most of the pics earlier in the week, knowing a fierce wet weather front was coming our way.
A messy writing week, this week.
Bad form.
The redeeming point is that I’ve been researching the new 12th century hist.fict – tongue-in-cheek titled The Book With No Name. To date, I’ve been chasing relics and worthy illuminations in French nunneries of the 12th century. And filled with theft and jealousies they are, I tell you! Religion was nothing if not a business, often a dishonest one. Just like trade. Blend the two and one might just have a novel!