Wednesday, 26 February 2020
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Thursday, 23 January 2020
The fog this morning was really thick and the dogs and I took our normal lonely route alongside woodland and farmers' fields. Maybe this is why I'm an author, because not only do I have a wild imagination, but I think I also have good instincts.
Skye is allowed to be off lead almost all of our walk because a) She's well trained and really obedient. b) If we see other dogs, she'll circumnavigate them so they don't come into conflict. c) She doesn't stray any further than 10 paces away.
Beau on the other hand, although 90% obedient, he will if he sees another dog a) act as though he's never been trained in his life b) charge over to say hello, even if its a mile in front c) forget all recall.
So this morning on the walk where we never meet anyone and where Beau would normally be allowed free range, my instinct with the poor visibility was to put him on lead.
First we met a man in the thick fog walking in the same direction as us with three dogs. Luckily uneventful.
Second, we crossed paths with a woman with two colllies, which was also uneventful as I had Beau right next to me.
It was the third encounter which reminded me of my writing.
Skye had paused behind me when I heard the deepest growl ever. There is no sound like a Dalmatian growl, it truly is menacing, especially when they're serious! I turned and peered through the fog initially at nothing, and suddenly a man appeared, charging towards us and Skye's growl hit another level of threat. The poor jogger froze (he may have pooped his pants) and only when I called Skye to my side, gave her the command to sit, telling him it was okay did the man move again.
I didn't apologise for her behaviour, she was impeccable. Her instinct told her to protect me and that was what she did. But she was instantly obedient when I gave her a command. I expect it of her and she didn't disappoint.
I've only known Skye react that way once before when my youngest and I were walking in Ironbridge Gorge and two men slid down the hillside in front of us and it was that reaction, that instinct I witnessed then that forged the basis of the storyline for The Keeper.
Who knows where this story line will lead...
Monday, 18 November 2019
After dropping off a baby hedgehog this morning at Cuan Wildlife Sanctuary, I took Beau and Skye for a walk along Wenlock Edge, one of my favourite places.
My head has been a little empty of inspiration after writing Copycat in four months and then some really hard editing. I don't classify it as writer's block, but just a need for my brain to rest. This is the place to unleash all those ideas again. In the early morning mist with the sun creeping over the Edge you can simply stand and let the silence pour over you. With nothing but gentle birdsong and the snuffling of the dogs. This is my inspiration.
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Tuesday, 12 November 2019
It was the perfect marriage… until they fell in love.
Chaya is a young woman torn between her duty to family and her life in the UK. While her traditional Sri Lankan parents want her to settle down into marriage, what they don’t know is that Chaya has turned away the one true love of her life, Noah, terrified of their disapproval.
Gimhana is hiding his sexuality from his family. It’s easy enough to pretend he’s straight when he lives half a world away in the UK. But it’s getting harder and harder to turn down the potential brides his parents keep finding for him.
When Chaya and Gimhana meet, a marriage of convenience seems like the perfect solution to their problems. Together they have everything - friendship, stability and their parents’ approval. But when both Chaya and Gimhana find themselves falling in love outside of their marriage, they’re left with an impossible decision – risk everything they’ve built together, or finally follow their heart?
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Tuesday, 29 October 2019
In the days before our big thug of a black Labrador arrived, there was this cute little darling. She's the one in the middle at the back and she was probably around 6 weeks old in this picture. Eight weeks old in the next one on the day we brought her home.
Skye was my inspiration for The Keeper and the book is dedicated to her.
And there started the tiny nugget that formed Domino's character in The Keeper. A male Dalmatian, much bigger than Skye, I based him on Skye's dad, a glorious big example so like Skye in looks.
The story of The Keeper formulated some years ago when Skye and I would wander through the deserted woodlands over the far side of The Ironbridge in Shropshire along Benthall Woods. Dark and creepy, the acoustics along the valley give a false sense of security. You can hear the voices of people in the park on the other side of the river at certain times of the day as though they're right next to you. But if something happened, there is no easy way for them to get to you.
It was late in the day, one dismal autumn when Skye and I went for our walk. Ironbridge had an eerie atmosphere that comes when the fog presses down and the streets are deserted. The chatter of the people in the park was subdued and I realised that it probably wasn't a wise decision to take the path I did.
As Skye trotted ahead of me, the hairs on the back of my neck prickled as I felt someone watching me. I froze. Turning my head, I scanned the steep slope of the woodlands above me. There, in the dusky light was a herd of fallow deer. As I watched and waited, they literally faded into the background, their camouflage so effective in the darkening of the day.
I held my breath for so long, before I went on my way not wanting Skye to notice the deer and take chase. But the idea jangled in the back of my mind. What if that had been a man? What if he'd been watching me, waiting...
And so The Keeper began...
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Wednesday, 23 October 2019
When I was sixteen I desperately wanted to join the police force. My father had been in the RAF as had my brother so I was quite accustomed to shift work. My middle sister joined the Force and I really wanted to as well. Unfortunately for me, that year I was too young for the intake and me mam (being from Georgdie origins...) insisted that I do something productive in the intervening year and enrolled me in a private secretary's course at the local college . It was a two year course!
By the end of it, mam pushed an advert for a private secretary under my nose, I got the overpaid job and quite frankly that was the end of my police career.
In the meantime, the 17 year old me met my tall, dark and handsome. A young police officer 4 years my senior, 6'7", dark brown hair, brown eyes. How could I resist?
Some years later, 35 years of marriage and two gorgeous daughters, my poor long-suffering husband is now subjected to nudges at 3:00 am to enquire about police procedures for my latest psychological thriller.
My children and hubby absolutely hate watching thrillers with me, because I always know 'who dunnit' and I can't help but share...
I'm delighted to say that so many people have tried and failed to guess the real criminal in The Keeper. What do you think?
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A fabulous #Halloween #read