Wow, another week gone – and in just a few days we’ll be in February. How did that happen?!
A week ago today I was at an authors and book bloggers event, held in Birmingham. Writing can be a solitary experience, so it was great fun to meet up with fellow authors and chat about the writing process, plotting murder, the importance of location, and all sorts of things that most people find very dull! If I talk to my partner of sisters about such things they soon change the subject to the weather…
The book bloggers were equally fabulous. Before I started promoting Flowers For The Dead I had never had any contact with book bloggers, so it was a whole new world to me, and I nervously approached a handful asking if they would be interested in reviewing my new book. Several took me up on the offer, making it clear that me giving them a review copy did not in any way guarantee a good review – they would be honest and forthright. It was what I wanted…but I was also scared. What if they hated it? Then again, better I find out sooner than later, after I’d released it and started charging people for it!
So when the reviews came in and were overwhelmingly positive, I was overjoyed, and since then I have got to know some of those who have reviewed me. What a brilliant bunch of people! It’s such a nice feeling to walk into a room of people I’ve never met before, but who I ‘know’ through social media. Recognising them from their profile picture was a surreal experience, but what was especially nice was that everyone is as lovely in real life as they come across on their blogs. The day was wonderful, and I must say a huge thank you to Kim Nash of Kim The Book Worm, who organised the event.
The rest of the week has been spent surreptitiously organising the delivery of a present for my partner, Paul. It’s his birthday on Monday. In between doing that, I did manage to find time to write, you’ll be pleased to hear. After weeks of feeling like I am wading through treacle, things are flowing at last, and I’m excited about the way things are going.
I hope you’ve all had a fab week, too, and are enjoying a wonderful weekend x
We’ve all seen him: the man – the monster – staring from the front page of every newspaper, accused of a terrible crime.
But what about her: the woman who grips his arm on the courtroom stairs – the wife who stands by him?
Jean Taylor’s life was blissfully ordinary. Nice house, nice husband. Glen was all she’d ever wanted: her Prince Charming.
Until he became that man accused, that monster on the front page. Jean was married to a man everyone thought capable of unimaginable evil.
But now Glen is dead and she’s alone for the first time, free to tell her story on her own terms.
Jean Taylor is going to tell us what she knows.
“So compelling that the pages almost turned themselves”
TO READ MY REVIEW IN FULL CLICK HERE
Today I’m featured on the wonderful Portobello Book Blog, chatting about life as an author. Huge thanks to Joanne Baird for asking me – it was a real treat! Here’s an extract to entice you, and make sure you pop over to read the rest of the interview, and look around the site, where she has some brilliant book recommendations.
I’m delighted to welcome Barbara Copperthwaite as my Author in the Spotlight today. I read Barbara’s book Flowers for the Dead last year and thought it was brilliant. You can read my review here: Flowers for the Dead. The book was published on 2nd September 2015 and you can order a copy here.
First of all, would you tell me a little about yourself?
Despite writing about crime, I’m actually a very cheery person! But I’ve spent over twenty years as a journalist, interviewing people who have been victims of crime, either directly or through the loss of loved ones. As a result of people bravely and generously sharing their experiences with me, I know a lot about the emotional impact of violence and wrongdoing. That’s why my novels are not simply about the criminal act, but the repercussions they have; people are always at the heart of my…
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Like pretty much everyone yesterday, I felt total shock when I woke to the news that David Bowie had died. My first reaction was to say ‘no’ out loud. As if voicing the denial would make it any less a fact. Then I cried. I wasn’t even sure why, if I’m honest. Yes, it was a shock, and yes, I do like his music, but I’ve never been a superfan by any means. In fact (whispers) I don’t own a single album of his. Not. A. One.
So why was I so upset that I found it hard to concentrate for the rest of the day? Was I caught up in some sort of mass hysteria? If so, I was failing at that, too – I wasn’t wailing and gnashing my teeth, just distracted and prone to the odd tear here and there. Why?
It was because the world had lost a fabulous artist and unique talent. Love him or hate him, Bowie could never be ignored or denied, no matter what persona he was using. He had the courage of his convictions, and the willingness to be different and push boundaries. He stayed true to himself. Even as a child, he was described as being exceptionally single-minded.
By mid-way through the afternoon, I decided that was what I was going to take from this sad loss. We should, each and every one of us, decide what we want and go after it. Don’t listen to doubt, but instead have calm confidence. Don’t be afraid to be different. Have the courage of our convictions and push through. Be single-minded – and one day our dream might just come true. Because Bowie was right: we really can be heroes. The heroes of our own stories…perhaps for even longer than just one day.