I’m delighted to welcome Christina Courtenay with a guest post and giveaway as part of the blog tour organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
In the 860s AD when the Vikings first started to settle on Iceland, it was completely uninhabited. There had apparently been a few Irish monks who had somehow made their way there to live in isolation, and possibly the odd ship that had been blown off course, but unlike most other places that were colonised, the newcomers didn’t have to fight anyone for possession of the land. It was just there for the taking. That must have been an amazing feeling!
The Tallapoochee Farmers Bank opens at 8.00 a.m., and every morning Jasmine sits in her car and waits for Kay-Lee to come open the door. At the edge of the Tallapoochee National Forest, the morning air holds traces of ragwort, dogwood, and these vagrant pink flowers that pop up at the edge of the road. Oxeye daisies clinging to gravel lean in the wind as the trains clank by. Alabama is beautiful like that, like flowers clinging to gravel. Like Jasmine.
I’m delighted to welcome D.A. Baden with a guest post as part of the blog tour for her novel, Habitat Man, courtesy of Rachel’s Random Resources.
Habitat Man…Fiction as therapy for both the reader and the writer.
It’s hard to escape the climate crisis and biodiversity crisis. Everywhere we go we seem to be confronted by dreadful images of whales swimming in plastic, forests on fire, barren ground cleared by deforestation. It’s particularly bad for me in my job as a sustainability academic. To keep myself positive and sane, I focus my attention on some of the solutions out there. I try to keep up with the latest sustainable innovations, but it is the numerous wonderful projects and people who are working locally in their patch to turn things around that really fascinate me.
I’m delighted to welcome Jim Alexander with his guest post about writing Good Cop (a sequel to GoodCopBadCop) which was published on 7th October.
Over to you, Jim…
Picture the scene. I’m sitting across the table from someone. Let’s call him Person A. Person A asks me if I’m working on a sequel to my novel GoodCopBadCop. No spoilers here, but there could be an argument (at least that’s Person A’s view) to suggest the ending to GoodCopBadCop is ambiguous. And that, naturally, I should be thinking about a sequel. At the time in response, I’m pretty adamant. I’m not interested. I leave Person A in absolutely no doubt that there is no prospect of doing a follow-up. I’m done with that particular chapter (or collection of chapters).
Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for GLORIA, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources. I have a guest post from the author, Katherine Shaw, to share.
Over to you, Katherine…
The Magic of Amsterdam, and Why I Chose it as the Setting for GLORIA
If you take a look at the book cover for GLORIA you will quickly spot one thing – it is set in Amsterdam! Or…more accurately…the final third of the book is. All of my promotional materials – bookmarks, stickers, ad graphics – contain artwork of the city, so I thought I’d use this blog post to share why I love the city, and why I chose it as the setting for my debut novel.
Today I have a guest post from Angela Britnell as part of the 1Day Blog Blitz for A Cornish Summer at Pear Tree Farm, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
Nessa launched into the usual spiel she gave new arrivals as they walked along and rattled off the history of the farm with its Vivian family connections going back to the seventeenth century. ‘Were you thinking of a tent or caravan?’
‘I haven’t camped since I was a Boy Scout so I reckon a caravan will suit me better.’
I’ve started with this quote which shows my main characters, Nessa and Ward, talking shortly after they meet. I must admit it amuses me that camping in various forms is at the heart of my new trans-Atlantic romance ‘A Cornish Summer at Pear Tree Farm’ because I’m so not a camping person! When my ex-country music star hero Ward arrives in Cornwall from Tennessee he only comes to visit the land from where his distant ancestors emigrated centuries ago. The last thing he intends to do is buy a rambling old house and decide to set up a fancy bed & breakfast and glamping business but somehow that’s exactly what happens. Nessa’s small, somewhat old-fashioned campsite is situated down the road from Tregereth so he books into one of her caravans while he starts work on his new property.
I’m delighted to welcome Hana Sheik with a guest post for the Mini Blog Blitz, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
Over to you, Hana…
Doubt, the Writer’s Menace
Today I wanted to share a quick story about how I got my debut Harlequin Romance/Mills & Boon True Love, Second Chance to Wear His Ring published from first chapter to full manuscript and several revisions. I’m going to take you on the emotional rollercoaster ride I’d been on, so strap in and enjoy.
Welcome to the 5 day Mini Blog Blitz for Mum’s The Word by Lorraine Turnbull, organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
Mum’s the Word starts with a murder, but although the tense and tantalising question from the beginning has to be ‘Does she get away with it?’, the novel is peppered with everyday life and some good old fashioned Scottish humour. I didn’t want to put readers off with descriptions of blood and gore or gratuitous violence; life is tough enough at the best of times, so many hours of reading, rereading and rewriting took place to achieve the right sort of balance. Yes, it’s a book for women – only women can truly understand the hollowness of an empty marriage, of working in what is primarily a man’s world and facing their golden years knowing the best is behind them.But I hope the story is also uplifting and holds the hope that no matter what age we are, we can all hope for a ‘happy ever after’.
I’m delighted to welcome Joy Wood with her post ‘You’ve Got To Be In It To Win It’ for my stop on the blog tour organised by Rachel’s Random Resources.
Over to you, Joy…
All of my life, I’ve loved words. I can remember as far back as being at infant school, probably about seven or eight, and we’d been asked to do a poem in “our best handwriting”. The teacher told us that there would be a competition and the best three poems would be read out to the class. I was fortunate to be one of those three, and while I can still see myself stood at the front and all my classmates sat at their desks, I have no idea what I wrote about. But it must have kick-started something in me as I always loved words and English language all the way through school.