Rae of Light

  As you know, my ART have been hard at work sending their notes on The Witch Adoption Project and the new poetry book is out there to buy. But I thought you deserved a tidbit or two. So here for you is a sneaky peak at a poem from Life Extinct and Chapter 36 of the sequel to The Lonely Dragon . For a look see just click on the relevant picture below. Enjoy! PPP Good News The old cat flap is open once more and Neighbourly Nala continues to visit regularly. Like every teenager out there, she prefers highly calorific treats over those concerned for her dental health. I continue to get new bookings for my spare room through Airbnb and so far have met a lovely sculpture specialist from France and a young man from Hong Kong who is under Nala’s thrall. I’m getting to grips with the whole Going Wide side of things and have joined a fantastically supportive group on Facebook called Wide For The Win . This means my e-books are now available for all e-readers and also reader subscr...

As many of you know, my self-publishing journey began in 2012. It wasn’t planned. I was collecting the usual mound of rejection letters from agents and preparing to paper many a wall with them when the kernel of self-publishing took root in my mind. Once this occurred it was then up to me to navigate this large and daunting world. Very much under the impression I was taking on this monster completely solo, I was astounded to discover many a helping hand. The first of these was my wonderful writing friend Sydnee Blake who gave me the opportunity to participate in an Emily Benet blogging workshop. I was terrified, convinced that setting up a blog was well beyond my scope. Furthermore, what would I have to say to the world? How wrong was I? Here we are 7 years later and I haven’t yet run out of things to say and share. Sydnee, you opened floodgates in me I wasn’t even aware were there. Emily, you gave me the confidence to fight a fear of technology I was certain was beyond me. ...

Once, when I was about 12 or 13 I bemoaned the fact I had no friends.  Around me, my contemporaries seemed to have scores of them.  I felt understandably left out. My mother sat me down and told me she could count her most valued friends on one hand. I disbelieved her. I was at that age when you begin doubting the wisdom of your parents. As you know from  Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend , I’m thrilled to have 5 gems on my bracelet. But with Thanksgiving round the corner, I'm once again celebrating fabulously forged friendships because a good friend is the most priceless gift of all.   As well as the Koh-i-noor diamonds   making up my sparkilicious friendship bracelet, there are other friends who also give me succour in more ways than they might realise. The first group owed acknowledgement this Friendsgiving are the members of my Writing Group in Telegraph Hill.  Without this lot I’d spend a great deal of time writing far too ma...