Here Comes The Rain Again…

It’s Music Monday!

And Music Monday is making a determined bid to break the spell of appalling weather we’ve had this ‘summer.’ Move, jet stream, move! Go away! Take the rain with you!

So: in a bid to change the weather with some kind of convoluted counter-jinx, Music Monday will embrace the rain! Going forward, I shall be posting rainy day songs until the weather changes (with the exception of next week, where I have a Music Monday special edition already booked… but who knows, maybe I’ll post on Sunday instead to keep the spell going?).

Here goes: rainy day song #1–a Eurythmics classic and very appropriate. “Here comes the rain again…”

Whoa! So then… will you help me change the weather? Let me know your favourite rainy day song!

🙂

Come to the Rock Star Party!

Yes, you read that right: come to the Rock Star Party at the Festival of Romance in Bedford on Saturday, 17th November 2012! 

Why? WHY?

Do you really need to ask? Because I’ll be there, bringing along stories of Sophie and Dan! And copies of Sophie’s Turn which, by then, will have been released by Sapphire Star Publishing–whoop!  And who knows what else will be going on…

Moreover, it’s not just me, oh no! You and I will be in illustrious company as the wonderful Mandy Baggot, Sue Moorcroft and Jane Lovering will be there too, bringing their respective rock star heroes. It’ll be a blast!

Check out the full programme for the entire festival… and don’t forget to buy your tickets.  🙂 Oh, and do let me know that you’re coming so I can plan a proper treat for you! Rock on!!

Hall of Fame Celebration: Gary Kassay Launches Murder In Silence!

Roll out the red carpet!
Open the champagne!
It’s time to enter the Hall of Fame!

Please join us in celebrating as my fellow Sapphire Star Publishing author, Gary Kassay, launches Murder in Silence, the first book in the Duke Becker Series! I’m partial to a cracking crime thriller, so I can’t wait to get stuck into this one later today… Meanwhile, I give you:

Gary Kassay!!!

First I would like to thank Nicky Wells for inviting me to her Hall of Fame blog.  It is an honor to be included here and to be a part of the same family with Nicky, Sapphire Star Publishing.

You’re welcome, Gary, I’m excited you’re visiting today, on such a big and important day for you! Tell us a bit more about your work…

The first of the Duke Becker series, Murder in Silence, is being released on today!  Let me give you a little background on myself and the inspiration for Inspector Duke Becker.  Back in 1982 I was in training with the New York Transit Police Department for the Canine Unit.  The training was intense and probably the best time I ever had.  One day an event occurred and I immediately thought to myself what a great plot for a book! (No, I am not going to tell you what that event was…it would spoil everything.)  In any case, I thought about that book till 2004, 22 years of developing the plot, characters and dialogue.  The result is Murder in Silence and the sequels that will follow.

22 years… wow, Gary: good things come to those who wait! And what a fabulous cover! Can we have a little excerpt to get a flavour for what’s in store?

Of course! Here is a small sample from Murder in Silence…I hope you enjoy it!

The front door opened and Ms. Marielle Wilson, a.k.a. the Wicked Witch, entered Dudley’s looking as if she was ready for a night at the Academy Awards and this was the red carpet. She looked to be in her thirties, which I knew she wasn’t, with long, silky blond hair that framed her oval face. She was pretty, but way too thin for my taste. Her eyes were a very deep blue, probably colored contacts, and her lips were ruby red. I figured that she was about 5’10” without her heels, which now made her closer to 6’2″. Her dress was made of some iridescent material that sparkled and was the exact shade of blue as her eyes. There was no broomstick or flying monkeys present.

Somehow she must have known who I was because she walked directly up to me. I stood up. “Good evening, Ms. Wilson. Would you care for a drink or would you prefer we get a table for dinner?” She gave me a smile, which had the effect of sending chills down my spine. Something about those white, perfect teeth, of which there seemed to be too many, and the total insincerity in her smile made me think of her not as the Wicked Witch from Oz, but as a shark. Beautiful but dangerous.

“Actually, Inspector, I’m on my way to dinner with someone in…um…about twenty minutes, so let’s just stay here.”

At that moment, I was happy that we were on dry land because if we had been in the water, I had no doubt that I would be eaten alive.

Wow! I certainly did enjoy the excerpt, and can’t wait to read more on my Kindle tonight! Congrats on launch day, Gary, and I hope it goesfantastically well!

Murder in Silence is now available in Kindle and paperback editions from amazon.co.uk and amazon.com.

Let’s find out more about Gary Kassay, the man behind the book:

Gary Kassay, author of the Duke Becker Series, is a former member of the NYPD Transit K-9 Unit.  Besides a career as a Police Officer, he has been the owner of a commercial photo company, an X-ray tech for humans and animals, and a TSA employee. He now resides in Casper, Wyoming with his wife Raella, three dogs, and one black cat.

When Gary is not working on the next installment of his Duke Becker series, he enjoys spending quiet times with his wife, writing the Duke Becker series, reading, and when there isn’t snow on the ground, a good round of golf.

You can follow Gary on Twitter and on Facebook, visit his website or blog. Gary also has an author page at Sapphire Star Publishing and a Murder in Silence fan page on Facebook.

Now, then, crime written by an ex cop: the epitome of ‘write what you know’! Do you have any questions for Gary? Let’s hear them…

Friends will be friends…

Sentimental alert here on Music Monday!

Yes, Music Monday is back (you’re welcome to cheer… ah yes, I heard that, thank you!)!  And once again it is tinged by my reflections on life and my recent experiences. The Wells family has spent its first non-unpacking weekend in the new family home in Lincolnshire, and we’ve had our first visitors from Bristol, some of our closest family friends. It was hard to say who was most excited, the parents or the children!  Needless to say, there were tears and a sense of renewed bereft-ness when the visitors had to leave.  And as I was explaining to the boys that the visit was a wonderful occasion, a confirmation that we would always be friends with the many folks we’ve left behind, the inspiration for this Music Monday came to me.

Moreover, as I’m reading through recent comments on my blog, I’m also realising how many wonderful friends I have acquired in the blogosphere, and this is post is to say “thank you” and “I really appreciate your support.”

Being already overcome all sentimental, I also am reminded that I am lucky enough to have a few friends scattered all over the world, back in Germany and even in the States, who remain friends even though we rarely ever see each other.  Yet when we do, we pick up right where we left. These friendships are truly the fabric of my life, my safety net, my cocoon.

So without further sentimental ramblings or additional ado, I give you an ode to everlasting friendship…

Friends Will Be Friends by Queen!

Another red letter day / So the pound has dropped and the children are creating / The other half ran away / Taking all the cash and leaving you with the lumber / Got a pain in the chest / Doctors on strike what you need is a rest.

It’s not easy love, but you’ve got friends you can trust / Friends will be friends / When you’re in need of love they give you care and attention / Friends will be friends / When you’re through with life and all hope is lost / Hold out your hand cos friends will be friends right till the end.

Now it’s a beautiful day / The postman delivered a letter from your lover / Only a phone call away / You tried to track him down but somebody stole his number / As a matter of fact / You’re getting used to life without him in your way.

It’s so easy now, cos you got friends you can trust / Friends will be friends / When you’re in need of love they give you care and attention / Friends will be friends / When you’re through with life and all hope is lost / Hold out your hand cos friends will be friends right till the end.

It’s so easy now, cos you got friends you can trust….


When do you count most on your friends?  Have you got cross-country or even cross-continent friendships that simply last a lifetime?  I’d love to hear about it if you don’t mind sharing! 🙂 x

 

Shock to the System

I’m back!
Well, I’m sort of back, but I’m not all here.  Don’t know where I’ve been?  Check out my previous post for the low-down…

So I’m back online. We’ve moved house and started settling. The move went well, much better than expected, largely fuelled by the children’s unwavering excitement for all things lorry.  The unpacking has begun and is continuing apace. I mentioned 100+ boxes in my last post… actually, make that closer to 200.  I have about 60 or so left to do, so I’m doing well.

The kids have started school and are full of enthusiasm. They have made friends and even had their first playdate already: quick work!  I, too, am meeting people and making friends, and next week, hubby will start his new, local job.

However.  Here’s the thing.  This move has turned out to be far more of a shock to the system than I had imagined, and it’s only just becoming apparent why.

For a start, I can’t find anything in this new house of ours, even though I put most of the ‘stuff’ away personally.  But everything is different here, and I keep opening the wrong doors.  I constantly find myself spinning around my own axis in the kitchen trying to locate butter (which is definitely not in the cupboard under the sink) or plates or cooking utensils. And if I really can’t find it, you can bet it is still in one of the many still unpacked boxes, so I have to make do without.

Broadband took a while to come on, and then it took another few days to actually locate the computer and switch it back on.

Every time I settle down in my brand new office, something happens that takes priority over resuming my work life. Yesterday, it was a poorly child.  And today, for no particular reason at all, I had a bit of an attack of home-sickness for Bristol, involving plenty of tears and a cup of coffee with a new friend who helped put things into perspective.  I know, I know: tears, home-sickness, grown woman?  What can I say, it’s a big change for everyone!

Just now, we’ve had a massive thunderstorm including a mini power cut. And it is only another hour to the school run… What’s that they say?  Time flies!

So this post is merely to say:  I’m back, almost.  Over the next few days, as the shock to the system will hopefully start to abate, I’ll be re-emerging on Twitter, I’ll say ‘hello’ on Facebook, I’ll start visiting blogs again and resume business as usual.  With a bit of luck, I’ll be bringing you Music Monday on Monday.  But if I don’t manage, please do forgive me.  I never thought I’d be this discombobulated after a simple move up-country! And I never thought that everything would take so much longer than planned…

If you know of any shortcuts to make the adjustment process easier… or faster, please share. I could do with some help! xx 🙂

Author, Interrupted

Well, I never thought I’d get to use this image…. Hands up those of you who have genuinely seen on of these on the telly in their lifetimes!

If you have indeed seen one of these test cards before, you’ll know what they mean.  “The broadcaster apologises for the service interruption.”  Or it could simply mean that the channel is offline.

In my case, at this point in time, it means both.  My service is interrupted, and I am therefore offline.  Here’s why:

Yes, I’ve finally moved house, with the entire Wells family, of course.  The big day is today, Tuesday 19th June.  And the implication?  No telephone line, no cable, no broadband (ADSL or DSL, for those of you on the other side of the pond).

NO INTERNET.

That’s right.  So I won’t be blogging, tweeting, emailing, using Facebook or doing anything technical at all.
No posts, not even Music Monday or CentreStage.
Nada.  Niente.
Complete Radio Silence.

How long will this sad state of affair last?  Who knows.  I’m told it could be a week from today, or more.  So… until you see me back online, I’ll have to refer you to the test card and tell you:  Author, Interrupted. But you’ll know when I’m back, rest assured.  Take care, my friends, and don’t forget to keep rockin’.  Oh, and send me some good vibes while I’m unpacking 100 boxes.

Our House

Music Monday: today with a home moving theme (sort of!)…

As all matters ‘house’ and ‘moving’ are dominating my life right now, I thought I’d share some of the joy and excitement with you with a classic song sporting a totally apt title.  I opted for the original rather than the fancy version on top of Buck House… And please imagine me singing at top volume as I direct the movers and supervise the Madness!

Happy Music Monday… and now, sadly, I must dash!

Descent into chaos!

I’m in my own personal hell.  My Room 101.  Or Rooms 101, as it were.

Eeek, you exclaim, what could possibly be the matter?
Ach, I reply, my house is in chaos.

So it is. As the move is picking up pace and the deadline of Tuesday is coming ever closer, perparations are afoot and my home, my haven, my reign of order and peace, is being progressively destroyed.  Well, not destroyed, exactly; that would be a calamity!  But certainly… upheaval-ed. If you must know, I am obsessively tidy and organised, so this… is my idea of hell.

But! Being obsessively organised and tidy, I rule over the chaos with an iron fist and while it’s bad, it’s not that bad.  I thought I’d share a little photo diary of the preparation for the Wells family move.  Grab a cuppa, sit back, and relax while you count your blessings at not moving house right now! 🙂 Happy Friday, one and all, and have a great weekend.

There’s always a list. In fact, I’ve got several on the go right now but I won’t bore you with the hierarchy. Suffice it to say that this is this week’s masterlist, the countdown to Sunday with everything that needs to be achieved… in every area of my life. I’m Queen of Lists!

After two days of hard labour, two sets of wardrobes are finally dismantled and resting peacefully (and neatly) in the dining room awaiting collection by their new owners.

The wardrobe doors, alas, have to reside in the lounge, so as not to break the mirrors. Rendering the lounge largely unusable, especially for the kids.

Like our new wardrobes?

Oh yes, and the stylish storage system. Efficient, if impractical!

The kids, at least, adore their new furniture. Maybe we can keep this style as a space saving solution?

Of course I’m cleaning the fridge for the new owner. Who wouldn’t? I’ve cleaned the oven too, but I’m sparing you the picture. Alas, now I’m refusing to use either appliance, which is posing a lot of meal-time logistical problems. It’s only for a few more days, right?

It may not look like much, but it is heavy… several years’ worth of confidential paperwork. What to do with it?

Problem solved. Filing system lean and clean. Paperwork disposed of. You’ve got to love moving house.

Just keep cleaning, just keep cleaning, just keep cleaning, cleaning, cleaning….

Can’t get myself to take our home-made Jubilee bunting down. Maybe on Monday?

Kids are getting into the spirit… and are doing some modest sorting out of their own. Well done, boys!

And there’s the rub. The big problem. The rather large hole in front of our house where the removals lorry will have to park on Monday morning to start loading. I’m assured that the hole will be gone but… I don’t see it. Hm.

And that’s it! Over the weekend, things will no doubt descend into chaos. And on Monday morning, when the removals firm arrives (always assuming they can get here!), I will just exile myself to the coffee shop to save me from a nervous breakdown.  So far, so good.

How do you get through moving house, folks?

CentreStage with Linn B. Halton: Following the path that fate lays out …

Welcome again to CentreStageCentreStage showcases fantastic authors from around the world, often introducing fellow featured authors at loveahappyending.com as well as my fellow authors in the Sapphire Star Publishing family.  On CentreStage, these authors might write for you about their lives, or their writing journey, or anything else that matters to them.  Every feature will be different in format and flavour, so watch out for a variety of stories and tales.

Today, it is my great pleasure to welcome another loveahappyending.com featured author…  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you:  Linn B. Halton!

A great believer in fate….

People who know me well understand that I am a great believer in fate. That’s not to say I think we live our lives on ‘remote control’ by any means, but if you are born to be an eminent surgeon or a rock star … well, you will find yourself following a particular path.

Yes, I do believe we have freedom of choice but if you are making a cake and have all the ingredients in the bowl, you suddenly can’t change your mind at that point and decide you are making pasta instead! However, the sort of cake you end up with will depend on the effort you put in to make it the best it can be. It can be a plain little sponge or an amazingly decorated cupcake (both can be very enjoyable) – the choice is yours.

…and stars!

I’m old enough to be a little more laid back about things than I was even a few years’ ago. I am a typical Gemini and admit I am borderline obsessive compulsive. Hey, it’s in my genes so it’s not my fault!  It is true that over the years I have made things happen by sheer rugged determination and total commitment. I can be focussed to a fault. It’s a trait that has a good and a bad side, but it has come in handy with my third career.

A woman of many talents, including finance…

Career number one was finance. I hated maths with a passion when I was at school. However, accountancy was another matter and I specialised in planning and forecasting. For over twenty years, after my sons started school, it was something I enjoyed despite the pressures and deadlines that seemed never ending. It taught me so much about being disciplined in the way I work, about being methodical and planning ahead. Probably not the best environment for someone who leans heavily towards OCD – but my gut instincts meant that I could spot errors or problems areas in financial reports quite easily. I enjoyed investigating anomalies and resolving problems. It was a job I loved. It didn’t fulfil my artist/creative side though and the outlet for that was my hobby. Together with my husband we have lived in and renovated 13 properties to date. It was this hobby that led me into my second career.

…design…

A chance meeting and conversation led to a job offer to become an Interior Designer for new build Show Homes. For a while I had a dual role and also took on Sales & Marketing as the housing market hardened and selling was very much led by the finishes on offer to potential purchasers. It was an exciting time for me as I was responsible for making the selections for all of the internal finishes for show homes and any properties not sold prior to the final fix stage.  To be paid to go to work and choose floor and wall tiles, bathroom suites, kitchens … it was a dream. Fate had unleashed my inner longing to be creative on a larger scale.

Then my mother became unwell and my intuitive side told me (without anything concrete to confirm it) that she wasn’t going to be with us for much longer. I resigned from my job at the end of December 2008 and she died unexpectedly at the end of March 2009, three short months later.

…and writing!

My mother and I both knew that I would eventually become a writer – whether published or unpublished – because I began writing when I was 11 years old.  Family and work commitments meant I was too busy to write anything more than poetry on occasion, but I kept a journal of storylines for when I reached that me time stage of my life.  We both assumed it would be once I retired, but shortly after her death I found myself in front of the computer writing my first novel – Touched By The Light.

Fate and talent coming together at last!

I didn’t go back to work, and again fate and my mother had enabled me to see that you can walk away from the nine-to-five habit and earning a good salary. We bought a smaller house and now I spend my time writing and running three websites connected with writing. It’s more than a full-time job, it consumes all of my free time but I absolutely love it! My husband understands that this is my time, after years of working and bringing up a family he never begrudges me a second of the time I’m on the computer. We try to ensure we still get quality time together – we have date nights and holidays/short breaks to keep the magic going.  As a Grandma I find the time I spend with the grandkids grounds me and is a perfect break away from my new ‘job’.

The other day someone asked me if I ever get writer’s block. Having waited so many years to get to this stage, the answer is no. I have too many projects in my little journal waiting to be taken forward. I wrote for about sixteen months flat out after my mother died and completed five manuscripts. One she inspired, the true story Being A Sceptic Is Oh So Easy, my debut novel was released in Feb 2011 and the other three are all due out this year – starting with The Quintessential Gemini published by the fabulous Sapphire Star Publishing.

The best possible outcome!

What is hugely satisfying for me, is that this ‘job’ feels so right.  I am a square peg in a square hole – I’ve never been the round peg type of lady. For whatever reason I’m where I’m supposed to be and doing what makes me happy.  I’m so thankful for this opportunity and I’m grateful to every single person who sits down to read one of my novels, it’s an amazing thought and humbling.  It’s one thing to write, but another for people to want to read what you write.

Writing for me has never been about fame and fortune because I accept if that was my fate it would have created the opportunity for me earlier in my life.  It’s about the readers who take the time to post a kind review or Email me to let me know how they felt about a story I have written. When I was in my early 30’s I went to see a clairvoyant who told me that I had an unusual life map for a Gemini. He told me that I would gain the most pleasure from my working life at the END of my life and that I would work to a good old age. Well, if I have to write ALL of the stories in my little journal, I might have to live to the ripe old age of 120. A little cosmetic surgery may be in order if I update my author photo … It’s been a total pleasure to be here with Nicky and thank you for dropping by to help me celebrate novel no. 2!

Wow:  Introducing… The Quintessential Gemini, Linn’s masterpiece number 2! 

For twenty-one years the main focus of Katherine Dale’s life has been her work.  Love interests and hobbies came and went; but always there for her, her only constant – other than her cat delightfully named No. 4 – was her nine to five habit.   Until she’s replaced.

Her confidence is dented and she’s angry; at life and at herself.  She’s failed to grasp the office politics that were going on around her and ignored hints of ‘changes to come’ in her horoscope forecasts. For over twenty years she has followed Mark Ainsley-Thomas, a renowned Astrologer in the UK and USA.  His daily forecasts direct the way she lives her life as a typically complex Gemini.  Mark is now an ‘A’ list celebrity and his new Agent is determined to raise his profile in America, so he has to take on James Kingman to help him run his website.

Katherine is totally confused by James’ forecasts and that’s where the fun begins! 

The Quintessential Gemini is available in paperback and e-book from Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com.

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Linn is a featured Author on http://loveahappyending.com/.  You can visit Linn’s author page at loveahappyending.com as well as at Sapphire Star Publishing.  Linn also has her very own website and blog, and she Twitters and Facebooks as well!

Linn, a big thank you for visiting CentreStage today and sharing the path that fate had laid out for you… so far.  I am curious to see where you go from here!

Over to you, dear reader:  tell us about your fate.  Is life taking you down the path you expected… with a few twists and turns thrown in for a bit of fun?

Runaway Train

It’s Music Monday!

Today I have a very special treat for me you!  As you all know by now, I am about to move house for the first time in nine years.  This is the biggest move since I left home age nineteen.  It is probably for this reason that the upcoming move is creating associations with long-forgotten emotions of ‘uprooting’ the first time; and among all of those associations has swum to the surface what turned out to be the ‘theme song’ of my first few months in England.

It wasn’t an elected theme song, you understand, it just kind of happened.  It was on the radio all the time and some of the lyrics resonated.  For example:

Runaway train, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I’m neither here nor there

That described me perfectly, making it a happy song to me.  I had run away, in a manner of speaking; in an organised, planned and orderly fashion.  I didn’t just up-stick and go, but it still felt like The Great Escape.  I was never going back, no way Jose.  My family didn’t really believe I would last, but I knew this was ‘it’.  Yet I hadn’t quite arrived anywhere even when I started to settle, and for the longest time I really was ‘neither here nor there.’  It’s not that easy to fit into a new culture, and it takes time until you feel like you truly belong.

It was only much later that I took the time to listen to all of the lyrics and also happened to see the video on MTV (not something readily available on the shared TV in the Hall of Residences lounge).  It was therefore only much later that I realised that the song is really about missing persons, many of them children, who have run away for a whole host of devastating reasons, or been cruelly taken from their families.  In fact, the intended meaning and message of the lyrics didn’t apply to my circumstances; and I was greatly saddened by the story the video depicts, which is a million years from my own experience.  But still:  the sentiment of the chorus at least had become my own, my little runaway theme.

Turns out I wasn’t the only one to read a different meaning into the lyrics; quite a few folks out there seem to feel the lyrics were about depression in some capacity. Goes to show how much the written (or sung, as it were) word is open to interpretation if taken out of a concrete context! 🙂

Thus Runaway Train by the amazing Soul Asylum continues to be one of my favourites to this day, for all the right reasons.

And of course, as always, it’s over to you right now….

Do you perhaps have a ‘theme song’ for a particular period of your life?

Or have you, like me, ever made a song ‘your own’ before discovering that the lyrics tell a radically different story from your own interpretation?