Welcome to my writing diary, a weekly blog post where I record the emotional highs and lows from my creative life.
I have set my book launch date for Sunday 30 June 2019. My romantic comedy, ‘Instructions For Falling In Love Again’ is coming!
Looking forward to introducing you to Pippa, Dan and Mikey, the kids, Pippa’s best mates; Emma and Mel and not forgetting Maria the bulldog.
You can all let me know what you think of my book about Pippa, who discovers a red notebook containing a set of instructions, written for her by late husband, Dan. He wrote her a step by step guide on how to fall in love and on the last page recommended she date his friend, Mikey.
At first Pippa has no intentions of following Dan’s advice and Mikey is the last person she’d consider dating. He has been the subject of female gossip for years. His Instagram feed is full of photos with him dancing close to scantily clad women and his partying antics are legendary.
Had Dan made a big mistake by suggesting Pippa date Mikey?
Will she end up following Dan’s instructions?
The idea for my novel originated from a conversation I had with my loved one. It went something like this…
Me (frying pork sausages and thinking about life): “Do you think you would find love again if anything ever happpened to me?”
Him. Watching sport on TV. “Huh?”
Me. Still frying sausages. “If I died would you find love again?”
Him. Eyes fixed on the TV screen. “Not thought about it.”
Me. Nudging the sausages. “If you died, would you want me to be happy again…with someone else?”
Him. Lying down on sofa. “As long as he was a decent bloke.”
Me. Gently moving the sausages around the pan. “Would you go for someone younger?”
Him. Flicking over channels to find more sport. “Probably.”
Me. Aggressively prodding the sausages. “Would you really? I doubt a younger woman would put up with your snoring, your love of onion ring crisps and your inability to keep quiet whilst she’s trying to park the car.”
Him. Giving me a cheeky wink. “Think I’d do alright, love.”
Me. Now causing chaos in the frying pan. “I wouldn’t want you dating anyone locally. There would be a few wild women I would want you to avoid.”
Him. Fiddling with the TV controller. “Write me a list and stick on fridge.”
Me. Chopping sausages up in the pan at speed. “I think you should stick to women in my age bracket.”
Him. Finding sports channel. “If a few wild younger women find me attractive once you’ve popped your clogs, I can’t do much about that.”
Me. Staring down at what can only be described as a sausage massacre in the frying pan. “Would you even know how to fall in love again with someone else?”
Him. No answer.
Me. Lightbulb moment for new story.
Self Publishing & Roller Skating.
In my youth I loved roller skating. Back in the 80s when I was a girl, putting on my roller skates and going out into the street was one of my favourite pastimes.
Everyone I hung out with in the street loved putting on little theatrical shows at the bottom of the cul-de-sac. We’d all have parts in the made up production. There would always be music blaring out from a tape deck, someone having a strop about the part they had been given, complicated dance formations (on skates) and a lot of shouting.
Once everyone calmed down and the audience (our family cat, a few kids from up the street and a dozing relative fresh from the pub) had been shepherded to their viewing chairs the performance would begin.
Before the performance I would be a bag of nerves. Could I pull off my skating moves? Could I do that thing where I go backwards for a bit? Could I lift my right leg out for a few seconds?
Our parents would not watch the production as back in the day they were happy to leave us all to it, whilst they pruned the life out of the roses, got excited about painting the spare room a different shade of blue or arguing about which one deserved to go down the video hire shop and get a break. We were on our own.
I would take a deep breath, stare down at my skates and whisper, ‘I can do this… [enter skating move of choice]’ Then it would be my turn.
Once I got into my skating stride I loved flying across the makeshift stage (someone’s driveway) at breakneck speed, in sparkly leg warmers, to hits of the 80s.
This is all very similar to how I am feeling right now about self publishing.
I have my author skates on and the performance (my book) is about to begin. Currently I am waiting for my time to fly across the makeshift stage. I am on my own here and this is getting scary.
So, I am just going to pull on my sparkly leg warmers and keep looking down at my manuscript, whispering, ‘I can do this.’
I know once I get out there I will love it. *Yikes*
Here’s my fictional series about Harry, my cat and Po, my dog.
When Harry Met Po
This week Po is keen to show you his many faces of story feedback.
As you know Po often listens to my first drafts. His facial expressions signal many things.
This is his your story makes me want to cry face.
If I get this, I know my romance is making him feel emotional.
This is his good romantic cliffhanger face.
If i get this face I know he’s keen to find out what happens next.
This is his bin that dull and dreary romance! story face. 😂
I will be going back to reviewing books on my blog every Tuesday. I am reading too many great books and I need to talk about them.
Please drop me a line if you fancy letting a book of yours join in the fun.
On Tuesday I will be kicking off with Rachel Burton’s The Pieces of You and Me.
On a Sunday going forward I will be going back to my old style of blog post where I concentrate more on an aspect of a writer’s life, writing or romance.
I am hoping Harry and Po will agree to carry on being featured. I have asked but Harry told me they are busy at the pet food bowl.
Have a great week!
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