I’m the Guest Author on Rita Chapman’s Website This Week

I am delighted to announce that the lovely writer Rita Chapman interviewed me for her guest author spot. Rita originates from the UK and now lives in Australia and has a love of travel. She has written several romantic travel books in addition to a crime mystery and a horse lover tale.  Click on the links below to see my interview and to find out more about Rita.

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5834608.Rita_Lee_Chapman

https://www.facebook.com/rita.chapman

http://www.ritaleechapman.blogspot.com/

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The Saga of My Right Leg

I do not plan these things. This is the second time I have broken my right ankle, the third time I have injured this foot and the fifth time I have injured this leg.  My family want to wrap me in cotton wool and I can’t say that I blame them. My future daughter-in-law once came to visit with instructions to keep an eye on me and warnings that I would almost certainly fall at some time during her stay. Sure enough, on her last day I tumbled and ended up with a broken ankle.

Drains in Spain like to gobble up my leg and that is how I ended up on crutches this time. Do doctors appreciate how hard it is to get around on crutches? Non weight bearing  is not easy! Yesterday my crutches wobbled and I nearly came to grief.

I am seriously fed up with my right leg and am thinking that I should trade it in.

 

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Who? – 100 words for the Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt ©Dale Rogerson

The snoring wakes her. An overdose of beer is not all that upsets her stomach.

Who is in her bed?

Jenny tries to open her eyes; last night’s mascara clogs her lashes like glue. She’s never forgotten to remove her make-up.

A bear growls and lops his arm across her chest, his hair tickling her naked breasts. The room smells of burnt cheese and stale breath, and unwanted memories surface. A bar. A man replacing empty glasses with more beer. Someone to fill the void left by Greg.

There’s money on her bedside table. How much further will she fall?

A shout out to the amazing Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com. She organises the photo prompts and links for the Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on each other’s work.  If you are a writer of short fiction, join the group and let your imagination feed us with your stories. 

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Preparing As a Guest Speaker

The lovely Michelle from the successful LiveLaughLove Ladies Clubs in the UK has invited me to be the guest speaker at one of the luncheon events in May. While I am confined to the settee, recovering from a fractured ankle, I am using the time to plan the agenda and content of my 45 minute slot.

It is difficult to achieve a good balance between book promotion and my experience as a novelist. Some of the women have expressed an interest in the process of writing and publication and this made me realise what a mysterious world the book industry is. I lived every step of producing Silencio over a 4 year period and it probably takes the average reader less than 2 weeks to read it.

Never mind the trauma of producing 100,000 words (give or take a few), there are the rewrites (6 at least), editing, proof reading, and deciding on publishing routes. Then I had to choose the typeface, paper, book cover image including matt or gloss, and so on in addition to writing blurbs, author information sheets, deciding on a marketing strategy. . . The list goes on and now I am wondering why I am writing another novel. Motherhood is hard and writing a book is a labour of love.

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Poem Challenge at https://businessinrhyme.com

Below is a short poem I wrote in response to a challenge set by Maja at https://businessinrhyme.com. Visit her website and enjoy some of her lovely prose.

NaPWriMo: Day 5

Poetry prompt: What’s in the news today?

Pick one news headline and that can be something you really dislike; now write your own news that are quite the opposite, news you would like to hear or read in the newspaper, news in the form of poem or a story.

 

Headline – Russia blames rebels for Syria gassing

We are two
Friends not foe
Hands joined
Our breath as one
Pure air the prize.

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Left Behind – 100 words (ish) for the Friday Fictioneers

Photo Prompt ©Jellico’s Stationhouse

A shout out to the amazing Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com. She organises the photo prompts and links for the Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on each other’s work.  If you are a writer of short fiction, join the group and let your imagination feed us with your stories. 

 

‘How will you manage?’ A snowfall of damp tissue fell from Rosie’s fingers, scattering on to the hall carpet. She resisted the urge to reach out her shaking hand and grab his shirt.

His back to her, Geoff ignored her cry, grunting as he lifted the dufflebag strap on to his shoulder.

He had given up answering.

‘Who’ll look after you?’ A sob broke the question. She chewed her lip. Why couldn’t she keep quiet?

Geoff sighed, quickly pulling the door open but as he stepped through, he turned and blew a kiss.

‘I’ll be back next weekend, Mum.’

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A Mother’s Day Treat – Window to the Womb & Seeing my Grandchild with 4D

Last Saturday, Mother’s Day weekend here in the UK, I was invited to accompany my daughter and her husband to ‘Window to the Womb’ a 4d scan that shows the baby’s features and movement. What an incredible experience that was! The 28+ week baby had his or her legs stretched in front of the face so our first view was obstructed by feet and toes but when he finally appeared, my heart nearly exploded out of my chest.

If you have never seen this type of scan look at it online – the old days of black and white blurred images has disappeared. We decided that the baby had his father’s nose and my daughter’s chin and eyes. In my days as a midwife we were lucky if we saw the shape of the head so I was totally blown away by the experience. We still don’t know whether I will be holding a granddaughter or grandson as they want to wait until it is born to find out. This is a good thing as it prevents me going crazy in the shops.

Mother’s Day holds a special meaning for me now.

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