Hi all. PAUL HAS A PROBLEM is
now with the publisher, but the back cover has changed (shown). I think it is an improvement and includes an excellent testimonial. My thanks go to two readers, LIZ JONES and LILIAN SWALLOW, who provided me with valuable feedback prior to publication. These kind people who give up their time to read through my novels before they are published confirm to me whether or not I have a feasible story which makes sense; and sometimes point out serious mistakes which I have missed. So, by the time my novels are published, I am confident I am offering something worthwhile. I am always open to feedback from any reader. One of the benefits of self-publishing is that serious errors can be rectified immediately, even after publication.
Can't wait for the weather to warm up! Julie
The recent stormy weather is perfect for writing. I don't feel as though I'm missing anything if I stay in and write. Mind you we had some lovely hot weather in February and that spawned a whimsical poem. Mainly I've been concentrating on my latest novel. It's now called: PAUL HAS A PROBLEM and I attach the back cover blurb. I'm editing my third draft right now so it should soon be ready for pre-reading. I am always seeking people willing to read through and give feedback.
I can't believe it's a New Year and I haven't yet written a blog. A bit late but best wishes to you all for 2019. I expect it's because I've been caught up writing my new novel and, guess what, I've nearly finished. Although it has a macabre edge, it is also slightly humorous . . .or is it just my strange sense of humour . . .it gets into everything somehow. I've devised two covers so far, and two titles. Daresay there will be others before I make a final decision. I've also been writing and updating poetry. Here's a short poem I wrote after a recent winter walk:
IN PRAISE OF GORSE
When nature wears its winter coat, with collar buttoned high;
When it rolls its sleeves down long, to keep it warm and dry;
When its hues are brown and grey, sometimes snowy white;
When its shades are drab and dull, like a misty night;
One gem stands proud, upright and bright, intense as midday light;
Gorse is like an emerald, a colourful delight.
A spell of warmth will bring its show, when all else is asleep.
Those rays of winter sunshine encourage buds to peep.
Without the Gorse I would be sad. My walk would be so bland.
Yellow's such a sunny colour in a winter land.
Bye for now. Julie