Thank you ~ Kitty #writephoto

Ushering us always at the right time,

Teaching us clockwork precision,

Managing numerous life forms you bore with ease,

Teaching us co-existence,

Plenty of times looking up to you for everyday inspiration,

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A novel look at Merlin

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Jamie had gone to bed as soon as the others had left and Merlin had followed shortly afterwards. He was still considering the problem of the barguest as he undressed and threw his clothes in a heap on the chair.

Not a pretty sight, Merlin! Must you look so old, dear one?” Merlin made a lunge for a dressing gown to cover his nakedness, only to find an intruder sitting on it, employing very similar tactics to Heilyn’s sheep. He retreated behind the inadequate cover provided by a small towel and swore graphically.

“Aren’t you pleased to see me, dearest?” The lithe figure reclining on the bed stretched provocatively, trapping the dressing gown ever more firmly beneath her. Long black hair billowed across the bedspread in curling tendrils and the diaphanous gown left little doubt that most men would be very pleased to see her. Merlin bowed with considerable dignity, holding tightly to his towel.

“Madam, I would be far happier to see you if you were seeing rather less of me.”

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Daybreak ~ Anita Dawes #writephoto

There are angels out there

Drawing back dark night curtains

Unseen dragon stirs, yawns

It’s flame red breath melting

Against the blue back drop

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10 Things for which the Indie Author is grateful

There are a good many things Indie writers and publishers have to be grateful for. Things we seem to have in common…apart, of course, from the abject poverty of living in unheated garrets whilst suffering for our art. (Look, we have an image to keep up, right?)

Whilst I wait… and wait… and wait… I thought it might be fun to explore the bond which makes a community of introspective creatives put pen to paper.

1. We are grateful for our families. Without them there would never be anything in the fridge come dinner time because we forgot… again.

Of course, there are those of us who live alone. We are grateful to our four-footed companions who insistently remind us of mealtimes at least twice a day and, with their cavernous snores, remind us occasionally to sleep. They also become almost our sole reason for seeing the outside world.

Our furry companions can be trained to do a number of useful tasks...

Our furry companions can be trained to do a number of useful tasks…

2. We are grateful for coffee… or tea/Cola/soda… anything with the requisite sugar and/or caffeine content. They allow us to defy the need for sleep, regardless of the snoring from the disgruntled animal/partner who has gone to sleep in disgust at our defection… Quite apart from the fact that such beverages require us to leave our desks every so often in search of them.

Even though, when we do reach the kitchen… that room full of distant memories of savoury dishes and laughter that now slumbers beneath a layer of forgetfulness like a mothballed Sleeping beauty… we find we have run out….again.

Like, letting the daylight in...

Like, letting the daylight in…

3. We are grateful for microwave ovens… useful to reheat that cup of coffee you finally made and left to go cold… again. Also for the odd, desperate foray into the culinary heaven of a hot meal. Or something that vaguely resembles one, at least. As an occasional bonus, they are useful for drying the coffee stains from the cup you forgot about and spilled on the manuscript…

Making sure we are fed..

Making sure we are fed…

4. We are grateful for matchsticks… when the coffee fails during a long stint of editing. Cold showers also fall into this category.

5. We are grateful for computers and the internet… there is no better way of procrastinating escaping the demands of a work-in-progress than social media research.

Computers also have the advantage of remembering all the things you do not. Like the time. And the date. As well as being convenient word processors.

Laundry...

Laundry…

6. We are grateful for the ageing process. Not because of the wealth of experience it allows us to draw upon. Certainly not because we can ease up a bit… as an Indie you are probably working harder and with more focus that you ever have before… No, simply because it is a really good excuse not to move.

and answering the phone.

and answering the phone.

7. We are grateful for other Indie authors… Not only are they a supportive and knowledgeable community, the really successful ones inspire us with hope and keep us going when things get tough… and others remind us we are not alone… we are not failures.

8. We are grateful for insomnia… is there a better time to write than when the rest of our world is sleeping? It also extends the number of working hours available in a day by a considerable and useful amount.

If all else fails, they will find a way to drag us from our desks...

If all else fails, they will find a way to drag us from our desks…

9. We are grateful for reviews… Pathetically grateful. We have pointed out that you don’t have to buy a book from Amazon to leave a review there… we have begged and pleaded to no avail… We have explained algorithms and the importance of reviews to everyone we meet…. Then one day, like a dog with its first big bone, that first positive review from an unknown person makes our eyes go wide and keeps us occupied for weeks.

... even if it means resorting to lunacy.

… even if it means resorting to lunacy.

10. We are grateful for AmazonOh yes we are. Really… It allows us to realise our dream of seeing our words in print. Amazon allows a simple platform for getting our creations out there….

And the most important one? Readers…

Well, that’s up to us, isn’t it?

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Daybreak ~ D. Wallace Peach #Writephoto

The chirping alarm clock wakes us at an ungodly hour, and I quickly prepare a thermos of hot chocolate. Muffins packed. Sweaters donned. Flashlights? Check. Blankets? Check. Keys? I pat my pocket, running through my mental checklist. We load up and drive the winding lane to the knoll.

It’s my 60th birthday, and I want to watch the sunrise. My ten-year-old granddaughter indulges my desire.

We spread a blanket on the smooth ledge, cupfuls of cocoa in hand, another blanket warming our laps. The stars behind us glimmer like luminescence in the sky’s black sea. To the east, they fade as dawn breaks. Clouds stream in heaven’s wind, a sheer sail unfurling over the slumbering land.

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Magic-carpet #midnighthaiku

A captured heartbeat

Summer’s distant memory

Chosen at random

Image as magic carpet

Touched by the warmth of the sun

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Roberta Eaton reviews Survival of the Fittest by Jacqui Murray

Reblogged from Roberta Writes, where Robbie reviews a book by Jacqui Murray:

Book reviews

What Amazon Says

Five tribes. One leader. A treacherous journey across three continents in search of a new home. Written in the spirit of Jean Auel, Survival of the Fittest is an unforgettable saga of hardship and determination, conflict and passion.

Chased by a ruthless enemy, Xhosa leads her People on a grueling journey through unknown and dangerous lands following a path laid out decades before by her father, to be followed only as a last resort. She is joined by other fleeing tribes from Indonesia, China, South Africa, East Africa, and the Levant, all similarly forced by timeless events to find new lives. As they struggle to overcome treachery, lies, tragedy, secrets, and Nature itself, Xhosa is forced to face the reality that her enemy doesn’t want to ruin her People. It wants to ruin her.

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Daybreak ~ Brian F Kirkham #writephoto

Darkness disappeared from view

As the moon and sun changed places

Yawning – Luna told Ra she’d see him at noon

But now, she was off to bed

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Jane Sturgeon interviews Allan Hudson, featuring his book ‘Shattered Figurine’

Reblogged from Jane Sturgeon:

Allan Hudson’s blog ‘South Branch Scribbler‘ is a wonderful mix of his writing, book excerpts; Drake Alexander Series, Jo Naylor Adventures and Box of Memories, and interviews with fellow authors. His generous spirit shines through and it is obvious that writing to him comes as naturally as breathing.

He started writing later in life, inspired by one of his favorite authors, Bryce Courtenay, who began his writing career in his mid-fifties. It has been one of his most rewarding pastimes. He’s been an avid reader all his life and it started with Dick & Jane which his mother brought home from her work as a schoolteacher and she taught him to read at an early age.

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Daybreak ~ Ritu Bhathal #writephoto

The sky is alight

A flame-filled sky signalling

The start of daybreak

Reblogged from  But I Smile Anyway

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