The Lattice Necklace by Pamela Holland

The Lattice Necklace .Pamela has just had her first novel published and I haven't been able to put it down. What a start! It's life through the ages from 1800 to 1959 starting with the well born who have to endure the stigma of mental instability, handicap, rape, consequent illegitimate birth, poverty, rejection through to stability, wealth and success. The story is told through the eyes of five women who love, laugh, cry and face the challenges that the snobbish, blinkered society of the past posed. They are all lovable who inspire great loyalty. I just didn't want to put it down. This Lattice Necklace is interwoven in all their lives though it falls out of sight at times. I had to find out what would become of them next and felt saddened when I came to the end. I feel that there is another volume to come. Well done.
 

The Lattice Necklace by Pamela Holland

PURCHASE: AMAZON  

Glynis Smy: Book Launch: Ripped Genes

A year ago saw the debut launch of Ripper, My Love by Glynis Smy. 

Today, the sequel makes its presence known: Ripped Genes.

Ripped Genes will be at a special launch price of 99c/(77p approx) for the ebook version, until end of May. 

The descriptive blurb holds a spoiler for those who have not read the first book. If you would like to read, Ripper, My Love, first, then contact Glynis at: glynissmy at outlook dot com, and put FREE BOOK PLEASE in the subject line. You will be sent a code for Smashwords, where you can download a copy in any format you please. This offer will finish at the end of May, so spread the word.
 

Growing up in late nineteenth century East London, Kitty Harper’s life is filled with danger and death – from her mother, her beloved neighbour and the working women of the streets ... Read more.

PURCHASE and Review Link to all books by Glynis Smy

The author has lived for eight years, in Cyprus. Her historical novels carry a twist in the tale, and she creates strong female characters who struggle in life.

In June 2013, Glynis returns to her hometown,Harwich, Essex,in the UK, where she will gain inspiration for her next novel, The Man in Room Eighteen. 

Find Glynis on:
Twitter: @ghunibee
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/glynissmyauthor

Glynis also runs a site where she showcases, (not reviews), books for authors. It is free of charge, with no catch: New Book Blogger (not just for newly published books). She actively encourages self-published authors to submit to the blog.

Jessica Bell: Book Launch

Jessica Bell has done it again and provided a really good grammar book for the beginner like me. I felt it really spoke to me. Her easy conversational style is easy to read and relate to. Very useful to have beside you to refresh your memory when you are more experienced too. It doesn't preach but make you feel that she too had the same problems and that she's pleased to pass on what she has learnt. It so good to know that she too has bad such problems, so I'm not such an ignoramus. We all have to learn. Thank you Jessica. I love the size too as I can put it in my handbag if I have an appointment and may have to wait. NO wasted time.

 'Like Show Not Tell' I promoted it to the Paphos Writers' Group. No reservations about doing so as I can recommend it wholeheartedly. I hope you sell loads and loads.

~Jessica Bell
email: jessica.carmen.bell@gmail.com
website: http://www.jessicabellauthor.com/

retreat & workshop site: http://hwrw.blogspot.com/

blog: http://thealliterativeallomorph.blogspot.com/

Vine Leaves Journal: http://www.vineleavesliteraryjournal.com

facebook: http://www.facebook.com/author.jessica.bellhttp://www.jessicabellauthor.com

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/MsBessieBell

Crisis - An Update

A view of the island from our terrace

Well, I hardly know where to start except to say that things really have just started to get a whole lot worse with hardship lurking around every corner for this beleagured island nation. They have survived many invasions but this one is so severe it will take more than a generation to recover from I think. It would seem to me that it is all through the ineptitude of the Banking sector, who put all their eggs in one basket -Greece-, shady business practices and the mismanagement of the economy as a whole by the previous goernments. The commmon man is now left with this awful legacy. With little capital left to pay wages and invest in new projects how can they grow? So far the queues at banks have been orderly, the people have shown dignity in face of this adversity but will this be maintained in face of mass unemployment? One could be forgiven for thinking not.

There are so many casualties. Those who have retired here now can't sell and have been caught without the full documentation for their properties and now little chance of selling. They are trapped. We number ourselves amongst these. We love this island with its fabulous scenery, lovely climate, more laid back way of life, however if the need for ones family becomes overwhelming these are of little comfort. The air fares have become too expensive for families in the UK to visit often, particularly as they are facing challenges in their lives .http://www.glynissmy.com/

On a positive personal note, we have been fighting for our Full Title Deeds for 8 1/2 years! Yesterday I went to our postbox and there they were. I can't believe it. It is a real Eureka moment. For those still wanting to sample the warmth and joy of this scenery there will be bargains to be had..People buying can always pay in sterling into UK Banks if they are nervous about bringing money to Cyprus.
http://www.century21cyhomes.com/3-bed-Villa-for-Resale-in-
Paphos-Cyprus-424.asp

CYPRUS

Well what can I say. How can such a lovely island have got into such a mess. Everyone will lose now. Even if the island manages to satisfy the Eurozone's demands it has been so damaged by the events of the last week that it will take for ever to recover. The island's property business alone will go down the drain, the banking sector is damaged irrevocably, businesses have not been able to trade as they've not had access to their money and the only currency is cash. No cash, no goods. Those who have already become impoverished will now have no hope. The outlook is very depressing. We are trapped. We need a miracle to survive.
Let's hope the oil and gas provide some much needed relief but that is a long way off. Watch this space and think of us.

Polemi Ladies Group

Glynis, my lovely friend.

www.glynissmy.com

Ladies of Polemi have an evening meal together once a month. I was introduced to this event by my lovely writing friend Glynis. There she introduced me to her friend Gill who has a sewing machine like mine! How good is that? Now help is at hand. What am I going to do without her? She's leaving Polemi just when I thought we could get a small writers group going in the village. I enjoy the Paphos Writers' Group and get a lot out of it, however, Glynis' approach is different and so liberating. She inspires and encourages me big time. I just hope that those she gets to meet in the UK appreciate her too.

Thank you Glynis. Am trying to reach the target you set me of 70,000 words on 'Brief Encounter'. It's coming on. 

Maggie's Child

Glynis Smy's new book

Ms Smy has written another superb period romance/drama. It was thoroughly enjoyable from cover to cover. I didn't want to put it down; really resenting the other daily commitments intervening in my reading time. She draws her characters so well they are completely believable as well as describing in great detail the situations in which they find themselves. Her main character, Maggie is completely absorbing. Born into poverty, sold into marriage/slavery she manages to find a way to keep sane as well as surviving. It was such a relief to find that she didn't lose her moral compass when she may have done. She remains true to herself. Her relationship with her son being the icing on the cake. A thoroughly good read with her usual twist to keep you guessing.https://sites.google.com/site/glynismybooks

My World: Frustration

These pieces of prose are usually written as homework for the PWG and often the title or genre is given. This one, Frustration, was a cathartic piece I just had to write. The machine is still on the table and I desperately need help. I will try again as being from North Yorkshire we don't give up without a fight. I'm nothing if not stubborn. Perhaps Taurus has something to do with it.

I feel rather upbeat today as have got back to writing my novel, as feel that I've learned a lot already from reading Jessica Bell's 'Show and Tell in Nutshell'. 

'Smile and the whole world smiles with you' is my positive thought at present.                                                            

Frustration!

My new flipping machine

                 

            ‘Hells bells and buckets of blood!!!!!!!,’ I cry. ‘How can this piece of inert metal defeat me. I’m supposed to be a reasonably intelligent person having gained a good honours degree and postgraduate qualifications! What is more, I used to make clothes for my children, myself and my husband no problem. I even made a suit as well as an overcoat for the latter. I should be able to master this piece of modern machinery surely.’

            I turned to my husband for a solution and support. ‘No use looking at me love. Give me some wood turning machinery or other complex tools to do with shaping wood but a sewing machine is way out of my comfort zone,’ he strode off washing his hands of my problem.

            Little wonder that even my sister, who was proficient at sewing, had decided that when she bought a more modern up-date on her old model, she couldn’t approach it without first having a drink of sherry and taking a paracetamol! I’d bought one in a sale last year intending to make pelmets for the curtains we had made. The quote I’d had at that time for pelmets only, was almost as much as for making full length lined patio curtains. No way Jose! I decided I’d make them. I’d made curtains in the past no sweat. I was forgetting that was on my very old Singer which had been a treadle before being up graded by having a motor fitted. I’d bought it at an auction for very little and it was wonderful. It sewed fabric that was thick or thin: it didn’t throw a fit at anything it was asked to sew. True, it only went backwards and forward; none of the fancy stuff, but that was what I needed.

            This new machine has gadgets for button holes, can make embroidery and goodness knows what. I only want it to sew and fondly imagined that it would work in a similar manner to my old darling. I tried to thread it as I would have done in the past: was that good enough for it? You’ve guessed the answer. No! I fished out the instruction book and tried to carefully follow the directions to the letter but it was like trying to assemble a flat pack from MFI or IKEA. There’s always something that gets missed out in the process or in my case, the ‘take-up lever’. Where is it and why isn’t it marked on the diagram? I’ve tried every hole and lever and still although it looks quite good when threaded, as though it should work, it doesn’t. The cotton gets snagged on the mechanism under the plate.

            I’m torturing myself now as my husband has decided that at long last the pelmets are essential kit to have for him to be happy, as well as because my friend Sue, asked me ‘Have you got a sewing machine?,’ without thought I replied, ‘Yes. Well I couldn’t lie could I?’

 ‘Just run up these two lines of sewing on the throws I want shortened. You don’t mind do you?,’ she replied.

How could I refuse? She’s been very helpful to us in the past, so of course I said I’d do it. She’d duly delivered the throws in bags with cotton etc for me to do the job which I’d got out this morning. What I’d forgotton was that she’d included a much thumbed copy of a Catherine Cookson novel.’ That was much more my thing: reading I mean.. I can do that at the drop of a hat anywhere, loving being transported into another world. The more varied the books’ content the better. I‘d shoved it aside reluctantly, being resolved to tame the beast that is the sewing machine.

As I became ever more demented, trying all I could think of, my thoughts strayed back to the book. After two hours of being angry and humiliated, I threw in the towel. I felt exhausted. I made a cup of tea and curled up with the book.

Sorry Sue, I’ll deliver your things back together with the machine. If you fathom it out perhaps you’ll instruct me. I slowly relaxed.

Paphos Writers Group

We had our usual meeting last Thursday and I thought it may be of interest to let you know a little about us. We are a very diverse group of writers who are at different stages in their writing careers. Some have published one or more books; all are ready to share their experiences as well as help each other. We bring work to the group each week to read out and have critiqued. Often someone gives a tutorial on a topic of interest to the group so that we learn about different aspects of writing and are challenged to try other genres.
I find it inspiring and of great practical use. As a result my dialogue has improved as well as other aspects of my writing. I'm working on the 'Show not Tell' issue at the moment. We have several nationalities represented: Cypriot, British, Spanish, Thai and Chinese making readings very interesting.

I'm now encouraged to get back to writing my novel 'Payback Time' which has been on the back burner for the last year.

We are starting to plan a Book Fair to be held in Paphos as part of the Paphos City of Culture Programme.
I'll keep up dates on the blog but would like to hear anyone interested in taking part.

Brief Encounter

Jane was rushing, with her head full of things that had  happened recently. As she rounded the corner of the busy shopping street she collided with a young man coming in the opposite direction.

            ‘Whoa! Look where you’re going!’ he stopped to steady her. Then a light dawned in his eyes.

            ‘Isn’t it Jane Simpson?’ he said hesitantly.

She screwed her eyes up to see who’d nearly knocked her flying and found herself looking into the eyes of a former boyfriend, someone she’d dated for several years sometime before her marriage.

            ‘ I used to be a long time ago. I’m now Jane Gibbs,’ she replied.

            ‘Well I never, fancy bumping into you. I haven’t seen you for ages or even heard about you from friends we’d in common. How are you?’ he scrutinised her face. ‘You look tired.’

You won’t have heard of me she thought. Jim won’t let me have friends. He’s made sure that I’m cut off from anyone I used to know. He alienates everyone. If it wasn’t for the children I’d have left years ago.

            ‘I’m just a little tired John, as I’ve been up with one of the children who’s been sick. Nothing a little sleep won’t cure. How about you? You look well. What are you doing now?’ she asked, keen to deflect any further questions.

‘Oh, I was married but now I’m divorced. I’ve two children who are five and three. They live with their mother but I have them every other week end. We both found it didn’t work after a while.’

 Wish I could leave Jim, but he’d never let me take the children. I’m in a very different situation. If only Jim didn’t fly into rages and lash out. What a good job he doesn’t hit me where it shows. He’s very crafty like that. My bruises are always hidden. I can’t be without the children.

            ‘Good for you. It’s good that you’ve easy access to your children. How old are they?’

            ‘Five and seven. The youngest has just started school. How about yours?’ he inquired.

            ‘Similar to yours. Six and eight. One of them has chickenpox at present. A neighbour is looking after him so I can shop. Well I must dash,’ she was impatient to end the conversation as she didn’t want any more awkward questions to be asked. Seeing him had reminded her of the past and good feelings she had experienced then. Feelings that had been forgotten. I can’t even remember why we split.

            ‘Not so quickly! Come and have a coffee and we can talk more. For old times sake,’ he

appealed to her. ‘Surely we can reminisce a little.’

            ‘Another time. I really do need to get back now and relieve my neighbour. Sick children need their mothers and I don’t want to put on her.’

            ‘Please take my phone number and ring me when you can spend a few minutes with an old friend,’ he pleaded.

            ‘OK, I’ll do that,’ she replied not meaning it.

He scribbled it on a piece of paper he had in his pocket and pushed it into her hand. They took their leave of each other.

 As he walked away Jane wanted to scream Don’t go I need a friend! but daren’t. She was pensive. It’s time to go to ask for help. I may as well be dead as exist like this. Life is to be enjoyed not endured! I’d forgotten what it’s like to experience kindness.

 She took out her phone and dialled a Refuge!

© AS Bielby October 2011

                        

Another Day: FRIDAY, 25 JANUARY 2013

25th January, 2013
Another week over. I don't know how they come round so fast. As you grow older time seems to speed up.
Never mind, that's life. It's a lovely day despite my fridge/freezer having noisily gone kaput! It's just one of a long line of things that have seen fit to malfunction this year. The main thing is, that we are alive. As a Cypriot friend remarked when I asked him how he felt, he said, 'Every day I wake up it has to be a great day.' How true.

 Jessica Bell's new book 'Show and Tell in a Nutshell.'

I went to the Paphos Writer's Group yesterday and as usual enjoyed their company. As I remarked last week several are going to buy Jessica Bell's new book 'Show and Tell in a Nutshell.' The only question was how many? It had gone out in the minutes of the meeting and 11 are buying! The Secretary is going to the UK in 10 days; she'll have the copies sent to her son's house and she'll bring them back so that the horrendous amount of shipping is avoided.

Thank you again for your lovely, helpful book. I'm sure we'll be more effective in our writing as a result.
One asked if you'd be writing more self help writing books.
I hope you all have a great writing week.

My good friend Glynis has come to show me how to make my blog more effective so I'll try to put into practice the things she showed me. I did make lots of notes. That'll be good if I can master it. I'm not a natural with technical things. Watch this space.

Paphos Writer's Group

View of Polemi - Cyprus

On a Thursday I go to the Paphos Writer's Group and today I promoted Jessica Bell's new book 'Show and Tell In a Nutshell'. Several people showed interest in buying it so they are looking into ordering several together to try to minimise on shipping. Shipping was disproportionate to its size but for me it was worth every penny. Some may decide to purchase for Kindle.

What surprised me was that the Chairman now wants me to do a tutorial on the content of the book! Have to think about that.

I got a real buzz when, having read out a piece of fantasy writing we had been charged to write, I got really good comment on my dialogue. It seems that I've made good progress over the last year.It used to be stiff and stilted. I had been used to writing very formal documents when I was employed at the University and it showed. Good to know I'm moving in the right direction. It'll keep me going.

Brief Encounter

                                                Brief Encounter

Jane was rushing, with her head full of things that had  happened recently. As she rounded the corner of the busy shopping street she collided with a young man coming in the opposite direction.

            ‘Whoa! Look where you’re going!’ he stopped to steady her. Then a light dawned in his eyes.

            ‘Isn’t it Jane Simpson?’ he said hesitantly.

She screwed her eyes up to see who’d nearly knocked her flying and found herself looking into the eyes of a former boyfriend, someone she’d dated for several years sometime before her marriage.

            ‘ I used to be a long time ago. I’m now Jane Gibbs,’ she replied.

            ‘Well I never, fancy bumping into you. I haven’t seen you for ages or even heard about you from friends we’d in common. How are you?’ he scrutinised her face. ‘You look tired.’

You won’t have heard of me she thought. Jim won’t let me have friends. He’s made sure that I’m cut off from anyone I used to know. He alienates everyone. If it wasn’t for the children I’d have left years ago.

            ‘I’m just a little tired John, as I’ve been up with one of the children who’s been sick. Nothing a little sleep won’t cure. How about you? You look well. What are you doing now?’

she asked, keen to deflect any further questions.

‘Oh, I was married but now I’m divorced. I’ve two children who are five and three. They live with their mother but I have them every other week end. We both found it didn’t work after a while.’

 Wish I could leave Jim, but he’d never let me take the children. I’m in a very different situation. If only Jim didn’t fly into rages and lash out. What a good job he doesn’t hit me where it shows. He’s very crafty like that. My bruises are always hidden. I can’t be without the children.

            ‘Good for you. It’s good that you’ve easy access to your children. How old are they?’

            ‘Five and seven. The youngest has just started school. How about yours?’ he inquired.

            ‘Similar to yours. Six and eight. One of them has chickenpox at present. A neighbour is looking after him so I can shop. Well I must dash,’ she was impatient to end the conversation as she didn’t want any more awkward questions to be asked. Seeing him had reminded her of the past and good feelings she had experienced then. Feelings that had been forgotten. I can’t even remember why we split.

            ‘Not so quickly! Come and have a coffee and we can talk more. For old times sake,’ he

appealed to her. ‘Surely we can reminisce a little.’

            ‘Another time. I really do need to get back now and relieve my neighbour. Sick children need their mothers and I don’t want to put on her.’

            ‘Please take my phone number and ring me when you can spend a few minutes with an old friend,’ he pleaded.

            ‘OK, I’ll do that,’ she replied not meaning it.

He scribbled it on a piece of paper he had in his pocket and pushed it into her hand. They took their leave of each other.

 As he walked away Jane wanted to scream Don’t go I need a friend! but daren’t. She was pensive. It’s time to go to ask for help. I may as well be dead as exist like this. Life is to be enjoyed not endured! I’d forgotten what it’s like to experience kindness.

 She took out her phone and dialled a Refuge!

© AS Bielby October 2011

                        

This is an open letter to Jessica Bell.

This is an open letter to Jessica Bell.                                                                      15^th January 2013.

Jessica Bell - author

Dear  Jessica,

I hope you read this. I received a copy yesterday of your new little book ‘Show and Tell in a Nutshell’ having been advised to buy it by my good friend Glynis. What an impact it’s had on my writing life already. I’m buzzing!! Having just read the introduction I felt very hopeful that I too could master this. When you’re starting you imagine that established authors haven’t had the same problems; they're super human.

I’ve been reading the content and although I know I’ll have to work hard at it, with this little book at my side, my writing will improve. I feel so empowered this morning. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to help others who are struggling with the concept.

I go to the Paphos Writers’ Group on a Thursday and will be warmly recommending this book to them.

You really are a star!!

Warm Regards and Best wishes for 2013.

Annette

Bambi

Bambi

My usually inquisitive, noisy dog had stopped dead in his tracks, pricked his ears forward, listening intently. What on earth had made him act so out of character? I drew abreast of him and looked through the trees to a clearing; there, in the dappled sunlight, was a young girl humming to herself, dancing gaily. She was tripping through the leaves with the sunshine making her hair shine gold. She didn’t see us; as I didn’t want to break her moment I put a restraining hand on the dog’s collar and said,

Shhhhhh!!,’ to him softly.

Being very obedient, he sat putting his head on the ground waiting for my next command. She enjoyed the freedom of the woods and had a strange fey quality about her. I thought, she’s so lighthearted, playful ,without a care, she should be called Bambi. The moment was so magical I daren’t move in case I broke the spell. She danced, humming to herself for a few more moments, then picked up the basket she’d abandoned on the ground and ran off laughing. The noise sounded like music to my ears as it was rather like the tinkling of bells.

I had started off my day walking, as usual with my dog, through the woods feeling very relaxed and happy. This apparition had unsettled me and I felt strangely let down when she disappeared. Had I really seen her or was she a figment of my imagination? Perhaps I had been daydreaming. My trusty hound and I walked on. I shook myself, get a grip, you aren’t in your dotage yet, of course she was there. I wonder who she is? I found it difficult to get her out of my mind. I wonder if I’ll see her again. I mused later on in the day.

            The next day I decided to walk again through that wood. I usually vary my route but this time I decided to go to the same place. My dog was being inquisitive as usual, trying to smell all sorts of creatures that had passed that way, occasionally bounding ahead when he thought there may be something more interesting ahead. He stopped again when he came to the clearing, just lay down and whimpered. He seemed strangely reluctant to go on. Today there was no-one there however, I was disappointed. It appeared that he had remembered the strange encounter; he too felt let down by her absence. After some coaxing I managed to get him to resume our walk. I went on into the village thinking that I would ask my friend the grocer if he knew who this lovely creature was. I gave him a good description as I remembered her clearly. He looked at me in surprise and said sadly,

            ‘You are describing the daughter of my friend the herbalist. She used to take her daughter into the woods when she was collecting berries and plants for her remedies. She didn’t go yesterday though and certainly wouldn’t have been on her own. She died yesterday morning of an inexplicable illness about the time you thought you saw her.’

A tingling sensation went down my spine, the hairs standing up on the back of my neck.

I just said in reply,

            ‘How dreadful. Perhaps I had a senior moment.’

            I know what I saw!

© AS Bielby January 2013