Friday, 29 June 2018

An update on book four...

You may have noticed that I haven't been about much in Interweb Land lately. 

This is because I'm trying to wrap up the 'Traveler' series before the end of summer. Book four - which is STILL nameless - has just been sent to its first beta reader, leaving me free to commence beating and pruning the 120k words of book five  - which DOES have a name - into some kind of decent order. 

So that's where I'm at right now. 

Hope you all have a lovely weekend.

x

Tuesday, 15 May 2018

GDPR? Say WHAT?!*

Great Dane's Pose Regally?

Green Dogs Poop Ratchets?

Nope. 

'GDPR, or General Data Protection Regulation, goes into effect on May 25, 2018, in the European Union and regulates how EU personal data can be collected, used, and processed...'

So in accordance with these new regulations, and to avoid a hefty fine, I've had to contact all of my newsletter subscribers with one of these standard forms...


So if you are one of my newsletter pals and you still want to hear from me every once in a while, then PLEASE click on the big blue 'update settings' button. 

If I haven't heard back from you by the 25th of this month I'll be forced to remove your name from my list. I'd hate to lose you, but the law IS the law. 

Saturday, 12 May 2018

For all our mums...



For all our mums (female, male, biological or otherwise) from all of your kids (be they human or fur-babies). <3 

#allflavors #allsorts #loveismum

Thursday, 5 April 2018

Of Smugglers, Fossils, and Chocolate Eggs...

Hello, lovelies. Who wants to hear a bit about our Easter getaway? You do? Marvellous!

Situated on Yorkshire's east coast, the little town of Robin Hood’s Bay was once the busiest smuggling community on the whole of the Yorkshire coast. Nowadays,  it's a haven for day-trippers, all keen to wander the warren of narrow - almost vertical at times! - cobbled streets, and to peer in at the windows of the quaint higgledy-piggledy houses.

As you wander around town, it's easy to imagine the furtive comings and goings of shadowy figures of men, women, and children hurrying back from the shore, their arms laden with contraband. You can almost hear the rumbling carts piled high with the finest lace and silks; casks of brandy; gin; tea; tobacco. Items destined to be sold on the flourishing black market.



Back in mists of time, Baytown (as RHB was once known) was an inaccessible, inhospitable sort of place and pretty much the entire town - rich and poor alike - were involved in the smuggling trade.

Thankfully, we didn't spot any smugglers during our stay, but because Robin Hood's Bay sits on Yorkshire's Jurassic coast, we did find lots of fossils as we wandered the beach at low tide. Sure, it was bitterly cold, and the walk to Boggle Hole was extremely muddy, but we had a wonderful time, culminating with an indoor chocolate egg hunt on Easter Sunday. 

#makingmemories? We sure did! 


Sunday, 18 March 2018

Old Friends...

I came across these little beauties earlier on while I was cruising through ebay land. Aren't they precious?

This, my dears, is where my writing journey began, way (way!)back in time in the 1970s. These gorgeous little books are still as familiar to me as my own reflection. Wish I still had my set. 



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