I love fairy tales. If you’ve read several of my books that probably doesn’t surprise you. Elements of fairy tales sneak into my stories even when I’m not looking. There’s something special about fairy tales; the stories seem to breathe in between sentences giving each listener enough room to find the story they need. Most of the basic tales are ancient and probably stretch back into the mists of unrecorded time. I don’t know if my ancestors told their children Cinderella around the fireside five thousand years ago, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they did. Read more…

A Companion for Life, General

My friend Stephanie mentioned AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com on her site. Whatever you do, don’t look at it if you’re eating anything that might ruin your monitor! Just to give you an idea…this photo below is one of my favorites!!! Read more…

A Companion for Life, General

The Victoria and Albert museum has about seven miles of exhibition rooms crammed with beautiful stuff from all ages and corners of the globe. I can’t imagine anyone being able to see the whole thing in week let alone a day. My visits have been kept fairly short. After about two hours in any museum I start having sensory overload. My eyes start to bug out and images start to swirl into meaningless blotches of painful shapes and colours. Six hours in the V&A and I’d be done for! Can you imagine some poor security guard finding me passed out, spread eagle like some dazed votary infront of a naked Celtic warrior. Have you ever seen the sculpture, “The Fallen Gaul”? I don’t know if the V&A has a copy, but it’s one of my favorite…yes he’s naked and has a wee too much facial hair, but he’s so lovely…even if he is dying. Read more…

A Companion for Life, General

I feel like I’m under some sort of cruel spell…every time I say or think I’m on the last chapter of A Companion for Life, I’ve found myself hitting my head against the proverbial wall until I give in and accept that it isn’t the last chapter. Please let this be the last time I say this, I’m on the last chapter! The story is now over sixty-seven thousand words, almost the same length as Redeeming A Rake. Can you hear the soft thud of my head against the brick wall? The first time I thought I was on the last chapter occurs almost exactly half way through the book. How on earth did I think that was the last chapter?

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A Companion for Life, General