tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87337422024-03-07T07:46:54.085+00:00Nettie's RamblingsThe ramblings and ruminations of romance author, Lynette ReesLynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676683696180035751noreply@blogger.comBlogger333125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733742.post-54004633985469856242021-05-30T21:23:00.004+00:002021-05-30T21:28:10.830+00:00<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc3Fyf3v9KgrwRi9UDARP1ydUWbMFp43uYh3WOKxzirhh2AyngxifO5jzH37_Bj4GV9Oq9ePdnpWjDaA1kN2cNARIHCvXfF0W-Zzvm17vK4pa3m6mWpQtJN_4tB8XE4osEZtg1/s1800/ADA+proper+kindle+cover.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc3Fyf3v9KgrwRi9UDARP1ydUWbMFp43uYh3WOKxzirhh2AyngxifO5jzH37_Bj4GV9Oq9ePdnpWjDaA1kN2cNARIHCvXfF0W-Zzvm17vK4pa3m6mWpQtJN_4tB8XE4osEZtg1/w426-h640/ADA+proper+kindle+cover.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Available now for pre order!</b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;">When twelve-year-old Ada Cooper’s elder sister, Connie, goes mysteriously missing overnight, Ada and her younger brother, Sam, are forced to fend for themselves until they find her again. Connie Cooper has taken charge of the children since their parents both passed away from consumption a few months previously.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;">Ada and Sam’s only allies are Mrs Adler and her son, Jakob, who live in the same dilapidated apartment building in rooms across the landing from them. Up until now, Connie’s job at the match factory is the only thing that’s kept the family together but now the children are forced to fend for themselves when the rent man, Mr Winterbourne, demands his money, threatening them with internment at the workhouse for non payment. Forced to flee from the man who attacks her when she tries to prevent him from taking her brother, Ada is discovered by Maggie Donovan, a salt of the earth character who lives in a ramshackle house beneath the railway arches. The Donovans are a coster mongering family who help Ada and her brother by providing them with food and shelter, and also set Ada up with a barrow of her own to sell fruit and veg on the streets by day and flowers outside the theatres by night.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;">As all this is going on, in the background is the threat of an evil stalker of lone females known as “Jack the Ripper” who eviscerates his victims in the most despicable fashion during what would later be dubbed by the press as “The Autumn of Terror”.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;">Will Ada and Sam ever reunite with their sister, Connie? And will they both be able to survive the savage streets? Or will Ada’s dream of one day owning her own flower shop turn into a nightmare for her?</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><br /></b></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b><a href="https://www.amazon.co.uk/Ada-Coster-Girl-Lynette-Rees-ebook/dp/B08XBYFS2Y" target="_blank">Click to pre order here!</a></b></span></span></p>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676683696180035751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733742.post-76857053096927131162017-04-11T18:53:00.002+00:002017-04-11T18:53:20.995+00:00What's Left Behind [Trailer]<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I looked at a Bucket List I'd created two years ago and realised I'd achieved most of what I'd set out to do back then. My main aims were to cultivate friendships or let them go if they weren't fulfilling, also to promote myself more as an author and publish more books, which I have done! So it got me thinking that maybe writing things down plants a seed in the subconscious mind regarding these things and to achieving them.<br />
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As one of my Facebook friends said today, "You create your own reality and by writing things down it just makes your intentions more powerful!" -- which I whole heartedly agree with!.<br />
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So here is my Bucket List for 2017<br />
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* To write and publish book #2 in 'The Winds of Fortune' Series<br />
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* To have another Amazon Kindle bestselling book this year!<br />
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* To keep promoting and advertising myself as an author and my books<br />
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* To take every opportunity presented to me to try something new, especially if it takes me out of my comfort zone once in a while!<br />
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* To learn to speak Welsh<br />
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* To invest time in relationships that are worthwhile but let go of those that drain me of my energy or cause me grief in some way<br />
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* To learn to let go of things that don't really matter<br />
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* To clear my clutter including: Clothing, books, papers, CDS and DVDS<br />
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Hopefully, this time next year I will have achieved some of these things!<br />
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Please watch this space!!Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676683696180035751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733742.post-34496821140141211192016-09-27T11:27:00.002+00:002016-09-27T11:42:42.437+00:00Life in the Victorian Workhouse [Part Two]<div class="MsoNormal">
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nastier places to be than they already were, the idea being for work to be
worse inside for the paupers than it was outside. They were given punishing
jobs, such as stone breaking, where big rocks were hit with great force to
produce small pieces which were then passed through a sieve and used to build
roads. Oakum picking was another job for paupers. Rope was broken up into
strands, then yarn and eventually fibres of hemp. These were transported back
to ship yards and used to place in planking where it was rotting away. Jobs for
paupers removed their dignity and certain jobs such as, oakum picking, made their
fingers bleed.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Some people committed suicide rather than face the
prospect of going into the workhouse and that wasn’t unusual. I read of a case
where a husband and wife both took cyanide rather than live that sort of life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A letter from a lead miner aged 69, said he’d rather
die than go into the workhouse. Often people were an accident away from going
in there. For example, if the head of the house suddenly died underground or
got injured, often the whole family would end up interned and divided once
inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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feel insignificant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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had about entering the workhouse, some fears were imagined by people but others
turned out to be true. Fears included:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -18pt;">Being hung from the rafters</span></li>
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -18pt;">Being chained and beaten</span></li>
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -18pt;">Pauper bodies being taken for dissection
by surgeons</span></li>
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -18pt;">Punishments meted out to inmates for
particular behaviours</span></li>
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -18pt;">Held in dark cells for anything from 4
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dissection by surgeons, that was true if bodies were unclaimed by families and
about working too, as described earlier. Possibly some of the other things
could happen too, though being hung from the rafters and chained and beaten
should not have, but of course, who knows? It might have occurred.</span></div>
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</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; text-indent: -18pt;">Lack of independence</span></li>
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1866 from W. B. Brown, Bethnal Green: Where he claims the Master beat a 15 year
old so cruelly she could hardly walk afterwards, but after an inquiry was held
by the Board of Guardians it was said that his accusation bore no substance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Sometimes inmates were
given charge of the sick ward and weren’t paid for it, so they robbed the other
inmates. That was written by a man called John Compre, who was an inmate at a
workhouse between 1858-61. He asked that his name not be given to the
authorities in case it caused any trouble for him in the future. He obviously
feared punishment for speaking out against conditions at that particular
workhouse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A silk weaver
questioned if he’d be able to go back out if he entered the workhouse. The only
way he could get relief would be to sell his tools, but of course, if he did
that and was allowed back out, then he’d have no tools to work with. He asked
that the Poor Law Board write to the Board of Guardians to not keep him a
pauper. This man obviously wanted to work, but his circumstances went against
him. He was interned at the workhouse between 1847 and 1850.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">By 1948, most workhouses
were handed over to the National Health Service where they were turned into
local and regional hospitals. There might even be one in your home town. Even
today, many years after the first Poor Law Workhouse, there is still a stigma
attached to certain hospitals that were once the home of the workhouse itself. Many people tell tales of ancestors interned in one, when they trace their family tree. It’s almost as if we are still living in the shadow of the workhouse today…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The Workhouse was built for the poor and needy, and intended to be so harsh and hostile that only the truly destitute would seek refuge there. It was hoped it would solve the problem of poverty as many rich people believed people were poor because they avoided work, but for many, this simply wasn’t the case. For example, a family could be surviving very well until the head of the house died suddenly possibly in a work-related instance such as a pit accident, some other injury or illness. The mother and children might well end up in the workhouse as there were too many mouths to feed and they couldn’t survive off the parish. Once there, the whole family would be kept apart from one another, sorted into the following categories.<br />
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Men infirm through age or illness<br />
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The idea behind this was so that people didn’t breed, even the elderly were segregated. Each section had its own exercise yard and there were separate boys and girls schools.<br />
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The buildings themselves were stark, foreboding places, undecorated and very much like prisons. High walls encompassed the workhouse cutting inmates off from the outside world.<br />
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Workhouses contained dormitories, washrooms, workrooms, a 'refractory ward' which was for solitary confinement, a mortuary, bake-house, receiving wards, dining halls and a chapel. Any sick or old person housed on the upper floors would be become a prisoner in the ward because he or she might not be able to manage the stairs.<br />
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Space was to a premium. Too many people were crammed into the smallest space possible: for example, eight beds could be put into a narrow dormitory only sixteen feet long; thirty-two men were put into a dormitory 20 feet long; ten children and their attendants were put into a room 10 feet by 15 feet.<br />
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The hospital ward took in all cases, so at any one time there may have been patients suffering from any variety of complaints ranging from dysentery to diphtheria, and let us not forget there were several outbreaks of cholera up and down the land during the Victorian era. But sometimes people were better off in the workhouse if they were ill than if they were outside of it as they may not be able to afford good medical care otherwise.<br />
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Furniture was basic: cheap wooden beds, flock-filled palliasses as mattresses, only two or three blankets would be provided and pillows considered a luxury, sheets were not provided. Most inmates shared beds. There were no comfy chairs just wooden benches, tables and stools. Seats were not upholstered. Walls were bare apart from lists of rules and regulations and various Bible passages were displayed.<br />
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The day began early at 5.00 am with the tolling of the bell. Prayers and breakfast were between 6.00 am and 7.00 am. The inmates were expected to work between 7.00 am and 6.00 pm but they were allowed an hour’s break for lunch between midday and 1.00 pm. Prayers were said between 6 and 7.00 pm. Supper took place between 7 and 8.00 pm and then they were expected to go to bed and sleep, when the whole rota began again with the toll of the bell at 5.00 am the following morning.<br />
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The sort of work the men were expected to undertake was: bone crushing , stone breaking, oakum picking [which was untying threads from ropes used on ships etc’,] and sometimes working in the corn mill or on vegetable plots at the workhouse.<br />
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For women, it often involved domestic duties such as working in the laundry, scrubbing floors, blacking leading fire grates, etc.<br />
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On admission, the inmates own clothing was removed and sanitised. They were searched and washed and made to wear a uniform and their hair cropped to prevent infestation of head lice. Women wore a shapeless dress which reached ankle length, long stockings and knee length drawers and a poke bonnet. Men wore striped shirts and ill-fitting trousers that were made shorter by tying pieces of string at the knee, thick vest, woollen drawers and socks and a neckerchief and, in wintertime, a coarse jacket.<br />
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Meals lacked nutrition for the inmates and often the Board of Guardians got to dine like kings and queens whilst the inmates made do with a thin watery gruel for breakfast, and at other times a thin vegetable soup and piece of bread. Sometimes they had meat but it was very sparse.<br />
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Children were sometimes educated inside the workhouse where there was a boys’ school and a girls’ school, so in that respect, workhouse children might be better educated than those who received no education at all in the community. When children got older they learned new skills and became apprenticed to learn crafts such as carpentry or midwifery. And some workhouses had industrial schools where children learned such skills.<br />
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">It's 1916 and Adele Owen from Merthyr Tydfil in South Wales, is standing at the graveside of a dear family member, whilst another was recently killed on the first day of the Battle of the Somme.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">It's a time when the Suffragettes are campaigning for 'Votes for Women', and although they are making their mark, women have a long way to go to compete with the men of Great Britain. It's a man's world and women usually have to accept their lot in life, or do they?</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Adele is a young nurse who has lofty ambitions -- she yearns to become a doctor during a time when it's quite unusual for women to take up the profession. She has the dilemma of telling her parents of this decision, coupled with the fact she will have to go to London to train.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Once there, at the Royal Free Hospital, she faces opposition from the young men, who are her contemporaries. They think an ex-nurse from a valley town isn't good enough to become a doctor in training, doing all they can to put her off. But unknown to them, Adele has already caught the eye of an eminent surgeon who sees something stoic and worthwhile in her. So much so, he offers to mentor her and plans to take her to the Front with him to work at a casualty clearing station in Ypres, Belgium.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Once there, she is thrown in the deep end, amongst the explosions and horrors of war, not to mention her involvement with shell-shocked soldiers, some of whom, signed up underage to take the King's shilling.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Adele leaves an admirer behind in London, a well-respected physician of his day, who writes to her whilst she's overseas. This will eventually put her in a difficult position where two men vie for her attention. But which one will she choose?</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">And will she survive the Third Battle of Ypres? Otherwise known as the Battle of Passchendaele...</span></div>
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Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676683696180035751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733742.post-10158613087575812742016-08-22T13:22:00.001+00:002016-08-22T13:23:21.556+00:00Blue Skies [Seasons of Change book 3]<div style="color: #3d596d; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25.5px; margin-bottom: 24px;">
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">1896</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Rebecca Jenkin is a nurse working at The General Hospital in Merthyr Tydfil, where she comes into contact with Daniel Evans, an arrogant young doctor. Daniel is someone she prefers to avoid, though with time, his ice-cold exterior begins to thaw as he shows interest in Rebecca, thus begins a courtship between the pair.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">At home, things aren’t easy for Rebecca. Her father is the chief inspector at the Merthyr Branch of the Glamorgan Constabulary. Her Mother, Kathleen, a former songbird of the big stage, is now middle-aged and forced to take a back seat in life to care for her family. It’s become evident her parents' marriage is on rocky ground, as her father’s temper and frequent disappearances, affect a previously happy home.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Rebecca is about to have the biggest shock of her life when she discovers something about her father, something so disturbing, it threatens to tear the family apart. Then not long afterwards, there’s yet another shock in store, which will cause double the trouble.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Rebecca faces the dilemma of leaving the town she loves to settle in a quiet farming community in West Wales, somewhere she’d never thought she’d see herself living in a million years. And the person responsible for this move is someone she thought she’d never fall in love with.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">There’s just one problem, he’s a married man...</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Will she be able to resist him? Or will her strong feelings for an unavailable man, cause her to ride the waves of temptation?</span></div>
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Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676683696180035751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733742.post-70053336618308639112016-08-21T18:24:00.000+00:002016-08-21T18:24:13.708+00:00White Roses [Seasons of Change book 2]<div style="color: #3d596d; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25.5px; margin-bottom: 24px;">
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Merthyr Tydfil 1867</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">There’s a new emerging star of the stage, called, ‘Kathleen O’Hara’.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Unfortunately for Irish-born, Kathleen, although she’s described as having the ‘Voice of an Angel’, as she successfully performs on the stage at The Temperance Hall, Merthyr Tydfil, it’s not plain sailing. She has the wrath and jealousy of operatic diva, Bella Montovani, to contend with. Up until now, Bella, has had top-billing at the theatre, but she views Kathleen as competition. The young Irish woman is better looking and her voice draws an appreciative audience, whilst Bella’s popularity wanes.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Newly-married Kathleen, also has opposition from her own husband to contend with. He’s just landed a job with the Glamorgan Constabulary, whilst she has the chance to head for the London stage, causing conflict between the pair.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Will Kathleen pursue her dream and head for London without her husband or stay put on the Merthyr stage?</span></div>
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Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676683696180035751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733742.post-9803144502319450642016-08-20T14:08:00.000+00:002016-08-20T14:08:13.305+00:00Black Diamonds [Seasons of Change book 1]<br />
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">A tale of passion and compassion and most of all, one woman's brave heart.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Merthyr Tydfil, Wales, 1865. When Lily Jenkin begins her first day working for the Morgans at their corner shop in the little village of Abercanaid, she has no idea of the calamity that lies ahead of that fateful day.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">It is a day of tragedy at the Gethin Coal Pit that brings her into contact with the new handsome, chapel minister, Evan Davies, for the first time.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Although a dark cloud of death passes over the village, Lily and Evan draw close to one another as they help the villagers deal with the tragedy, forming a bond which could lead to love. However, there is a gossiping old crone in the village who will do her best to cause trouble for the pair by hook or by crook.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">Lily has the opportunity to escape the valley of the shadow of death to make a new home for herself in Great Salt Lake, America. Will she take the chance to go to ‘Zion’, following her Mormon relatives, and more importantly, will Evan, a Welsh Baptist minister, go with her?</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">The Seasons of Change Series:</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">1. Black Diamonds</span><br /><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">2. White Roses</span><br /><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">3. Blue Skies</span><br /><span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;">4. Red Poppies</span></div>
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Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676683696180035751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733742.post-26059745528547996022016-08-13T14:17:00.001+00:002016-08-13T14:17:35.266+00:00Four Kindle books in saga series £7.49!<br />
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A tale of passion and compassion and most of all, one woman's brave heart. 1865 Merthyr Tydfil, Wales. When Lily Jenkin begins her first day working for the Morgans at their corner shop in the little village of Abercanaid, she has no idea of the calamity that lies ahead of that fateful day. A day of tragedy at the Gethin Coal Pit that brings her into contact with the new handsome, chapel minister, Evan Davies. Although a dark cloud of death passes over the village, Lily and Evan draw close to one another as they help the villagers deal with the tragedy, forming a bond which could lead to love. However, there is a gossiping old crone in the village who will do her best to cause trouble for the pair by hook or by crook. Lily has the opportunity to escape the valley of the shadow of death to make a new home for herself in Great Salt Lake, America. Will she take the chance to go to ‘Zion’, following her Mormon relatives, and more importantly, will Evan, a Welsh Baptist minister, go with her?</div>
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Merthyr Tydfil 1867 There’s a new emerging star of the stage, called, ‘Kathleen O’Hara’. Unfortunately for Irish-born, Kathleen, although she’s described as having the ‘Voice of an Angel’, as she successfully performs on the stage at The Temperance Hall, Merthyr Tydfil, it’s not plain sailing. She has the wrath and jealousy of operatic diva, Bella Montovani, to contend with. Up until now, Bella, has had top-billing at the theatre, but she views Kathleen as competition. The young Irish woman is better looking and her voice draws an appreciative audience, whilst Bella’s popularity wanes. Newly-married Kathleen, also has opposition from her own husband to contend with. He’s just landed a job with the Glamorgan Constabulary, whilst she has the chance to head for the London stage, causing conflict between the pair. Will Kathleen pursue her dream and head for London without her husband or stay put on the Merthyr stage?</div>
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1896 Rebecca Jenkin is a nurse working at The General Hospital in Merthyr Tydfil, where she comes into contact with Daniel Evans, an arrogant young doctor. Daniel is someone she prefers to avoid, though with time, his ice-cold exterior begins to thaw as he shows interest in Rebecca, thus begins a courtship between the pair. At home, things aren’t easy for Rebecca. Her father is the chief inspector at the Merthyr Branch of the Glamorgan Constabulary. Her Mother, Kathleen, a former songbird of the big stage, is now middle-aged and forced to take a back seat in life to care for her family. It’s become evident her parents' marriage is on rocky ground, as her father’s temper and frequent disappearances, affect a previously happy home. Rebecca is about to have the biggest shock of her life when she discovers something about her father, something so disturbing, it threatens to tear the family apart. Then not long afterwards, there’s yet another shock in store, which will cause double the trouble. Rebecca faces the dilemma of leaving the town she loves to settle in a quiet farming community in West Wales, somewhere she’d never thought she’d see herself living in a million years. And the person responsible for this move is someone she thought she’d never fall in love with. There’s just one problem, he’s a married man... Will she be able to resist him? Or will her strong feelings for an unavailable man, cause her to ride the waves of temptation?</div>
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It's 1916 and Adele Owen from Merthyr Tydfil in South Wales, is standing at the graveside of a dear family member, whilst another was recently killed on the first day of the Battle of the Somme. It's a time when the Suffragettes are campaigning for 'Votes for Women', and although they are making their mark, women have a long way to go to compete with the men of Great Britain. It's a man's world and women usually have to accept their lot in life, or do they? Adele is a young nurse who has lofty ambitions -- she yearns to become a doctor during a time when it's quite unusual for women to take up the profession. She has the dilemma of telling her parents of this decision, coupled with the fact she will have to go to London to train. Once there, at the Royal Free Hospital, she faces opposition from the young men, who are her contemporaries. They think an ex-nurse from a valley town isn't good enough to become a doctor in training, doing all they can to put her off. But unknown to them, Adele has already caught the eye of an eminent surgeon who sees something stoic and worthwhile in her. So much so, he offers to mentor her and plans to take her to the Front with him to work at a casualty clearing station in Ypres, Belgium.<br />Once there, she is thrown in the deep end, amongst the explosions and horrors of war, not to mention her involvement with shell-shocked soldiers, some of whom, signed up underage to take the King's shilling. Adele leaves an admirer behind in London, a well-respected physician of his day, who writes to her whilst she's overseas. This will eventually put her in a difficult position where two men vie for her attention. But which one will she choose? And will she survive the Third Battle of Ypres? Otherwise known as the Battle of Passchendaele...</div>
Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676683696180035751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733742.post-38294480763054930542016-08-10T20:02:00.001+00:002016-08-10T20:02:25.021+00:00Midnight Wishes and Mistletoe Kisses<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZQcyhj3uwNg" width="480"></iframe>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676683696180035751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733742.post-69537590178551201292016-08-10T15:05:00.001+00:002016-08-10T15:05:54.352+00:00Seasons of Change Novels<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/unEeeujVhCk" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">BLACK DIAMONDS</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">A tale of passion and compassion and most of all, one woman’s brave heart. 1865 Merthyr Tydfil, Wales. When Lily Jenkin begins her first day working for the Morgans at their corner shop in the little village of Abercanaid, she has no idea of the calamity that lies ahead of that fateful day. Soon a dark cloud of despair will engulf the village as the mourn the loss of 34 boys and men in an awful pit disaster.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">WHITE ROSES</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Merthyr Tydfil 1867 There’s a new emerging star of the stage, called, ‘Kathleen O’Hara’. Newly-married Kathleen, also has opposition from her own husband to contend with. He’s just landed a job with the Glamorgan Constabulary, whilst she has the chance to head for the London stage, causing conflict between the pair. Will Kathleen pursue her dream and head for London without her husband or stay put on the Merthyr stage?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">BLUE SKIES</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">1896 Rebecca Jenkin is a nurse working at The General Hospital in Merthyr Tydfil. Rebecca faces the dilemma of leaving the town she loves to settle in a quiet farming community in West Wales, somewhere she’d never thought she’d see herself living in a million years. And the person responsible for this move is someone she thought she’d never fall in love with. There’s just one problem, he’s a married man… Will she be able to resist him? Or will her strong feelings for an unavailable man, cause her to ride the waves of temptation?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">RED POPPIES</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">It’s 1916 and Adele Owen from Merthyr Tydfil in South Wales, is standing at the graveside of a dear family member, whilst another was recently killed on the first day of the Battle of the Somme. It’s a time when the Suffragettes are campaigning for ‘Votes for Women’, and although they are making their mark, women have a long way to go to compete with the men of Great Britain…</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Available in Kindle and Paperback formats from Amazon!</span>Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676683696180035751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733742.post-85674955852317325592016-07-10T11:14:00.000+00:002018-08-06T15:04:54.824+00:00The story behind the 'Seasons of Change' series of books<div style="color: #3d596d; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25.5px; margin-bottom: 24px;">
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I began writing this series of books ten long years ago! I'd been reading a lot about local history and something that struck a chord with me was The Gethin Pit Explosion of 1865. Actually, there were two explosions that caused a loss of life at that particular pit, the other was just a couple of years previously. It got me thinking though, what would it be like for the small village community of Abercanaid losing all those lives, particularly after the second explosion where 34 men and boys died. It was just before Christmas that year, so the village would have been shrouded in grief.</div>
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At the same time, I was tracing my family tree and was flabbergasted to discover that one line of my family had been Mormons who were fervent believers. One had even set sail for Utah to live out in Great Salt Lake and helped build the Morman Tabernacle Church.</div>
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I read about the treatment of Mormons in my home town of Merthyr Tydfil. They were treated quite badly as people stoned them on the streets as they preached the word.</div>
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So I combined my research about the Gethin Pit Explosion and pioneer Mormons in the town to form the fictional story, Black Diamonds. I explain it as 'a fictional story set around real life events'.</div>
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I decided to write the story for the Nano Wrimo Challenge which takes place in November every year. The idea being to write at least 50,000 words of a novel in one calendar month. I achieved that goal and wrote around 58,000 words but hadn't completed the book. In fact, I abandoned it for around 7 years, not showing it to a soul! Then I started up a creative writing group on Facebook and posted chapters of the book for people to read and comment. I was amazed how people loved the story, so whilst they were still reading early chapters, I got on with completing the book and posting new chapters. Quite soon, it was complete!</div>
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You can read my first blog post about Black Diamonds here:</div>
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And so, 'Black Diamonds' was born. It's had some really great reviews. One lady told me she went to visit her elderly father one day and was concerned as his curtains were still drawn. It turned out, he'd been having a lie in as he was up all night reading Black Diamonds!!</div>
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Following on from the great feed back from that novel, I wrote another called, 'White Roses'. The story is set further down the ancestoral line, so it becomes a saga series. </div>
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In this one, a young Irish woman has ambitions to sing on the London stage, but her husband who has just joined the Glamorgan Constabulary, forbids it. She's already singing on stage locally in Merthyr Tydfil and he believes that should be enough for her to contend with. That particular book is set both in Merthyr Tydfil and London. It's a story of passion for something that burns like a flame within Kathleen O'Hara's heart and soul. A flame that will not dim but her husband, Dafydd, also has ambitions to succeed within his own career and lives in a world where women stay put at home tending to the needs of their menfolk. Will Kathleen pursue her dream and head off for London without her husband or stay put on the Merthyr stage?<br />
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The third in the series is 'Blue Skies' which is about a young nurse working at The Merthyr General Hospital. That book was very emotional to write and is set in Merthyr Tydfil and Cardigan. Two very different settings -- whilst one is a heavy, bustling industrial town, the other setting is in a farming community near Aberwystwyth. That's where my grandfather's family originated from. I often remember him talking about the 'Cardis'.<br />
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Back in those days women didn't have much in the way of rights regarding divorce or their own children and property, though an amazing lady called, Caroline Norton had helped bring in a new law which helped women more than in previous times. Divorce was still a dirty word and women were expected to lie in the beds they'd made for themselves.</div>
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Writing those particular books has made me realised how difficult life was for women. They were expected to be 'Angels of the Home' whereas men were expected to be the 'Head of the House' and quite often their behaviour wasn't challenged at all. Which brings me on to the next book in the series. This one was probably the most emotional of all to write...</div>
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The fourth book in the series is 'Red Poppies'. The story begins during the Great War and actually starts not long after the Battle of the Somme has taken place. It's the story of a young nurse who wants to become a doctor. She meets a lot of opposition along the way. It's set in Merthyr Tydfil, London, Ypres and Northern France.</div>
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I hope you'll enjoy the series which was very emotional for me to write. Maybe as some of it was close to home with the setting being my home town and the links to my family history and the topics involved. Basically, they are stories about four strong women who battle against the odds in a man's world.</div>
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They've been discussing adult bullying in the work place on Loose Women on ITV today. It's surprising how much of it goes on and it's only something I've come across more recently.<br />
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I worked at one place where someone in a powerful position and their side kick mercilessly bullied several members of staff, there was a high staff turn over at that place, something that should have been picked up by someone in authority! When good staff are forced into resigning [which is what seemed to happen] then there's something wrong.<br />
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* Excluding members of staff. By this I mean when the person being bullied [they often picked on one person forcing them to leave and then turned their attention on someone else] that person would be left out of certain things or topics of conversation.<br />
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* Sending someone to Coventry. The pair would not speak to the particular staff member. One woman who had been forced into resigning was ignored for the last few days she worked at the office. She wasn't allowed to tell us she was leaving and when she'd left, the following Monday, we all received letters in our pigeon-holes informing us she had left her position.<br />
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* Not being allowed a say. Staff members weren't allowed to discuss work related issues. One meeting was held where I gave several suggestions of how working conditions could be improved, after that, we were never allowed another meeting.<br />
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* The poor woman who was forced to resign was shouted at in front of other people, victimised and made to feel she couldn't do her job properly, even though she had once worked for years in a responsible position and I felt she was very good at her job.<br />
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* Undermining. Anything worthwhile the woman did was undermined. She created a new filing system, which was changed.<br />
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* Given too large a workload. The woman was also given too many jobs to do, so she became highly stressed and when other members of staff offered to help they were told they couldn't.<br />
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I've used just an example of what happened to one good member of staff there, there were many others who were forced to resign, including myself eventually, even though I was well thought of by others. I was told I could go back there at a later date. No idea why but I didn't take them up on that offer. I wanted out. Things had changed a great deal and there were many 'working practices' I wasn't happy about. So I just accepted the cheap bunch of flowers they gave people when they'd outed them and the crappy card, pasted a smile on my face said, 'Goodbye!' and dumped them in the nearest bin!<br />
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I finally discovered why the woman was set up to fail, they wanted her out of the job so it could go to a family member.<br />
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Manipulation of the highest order!Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676683696180035751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733742.post-63526477441216741672016-07-06T11:06:00.002+00:002016-07-06T11:06:32.996+00:00It Happened One Summer<div style="color: #3d596d; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25.5px; margin-bottom: 24px;">
I was looking at some old blog posts today and realised it's ten years since my first book launch -- I remember it as if it was yesterday! It was held in a local castle for the charity I was working for at the time as I donated all proceeds for that first book to them.</div>
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It was a momentous day for me. I'd never been involved in anything quite like it before, or since to be honest. Although there have been other book launches and signings since, and I've enjoyed them all, there <span class="text_exposed_show">is nothing quite like your first!</span></div>
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There were a lot of people there for that launch on July 3rd, 2006, including my family, colleagues, dignitaries, press etc. If I'm honest, it was a little nerve wracking as I wasn't that used to public speaking and the thought of doing so in front of so many people set my knees a trembling. Thankfully, no one noticed as I stood behind a table when I spoke about my book. <i class="_lew" title="smile emoticon"><i class="_4-k1 img sp_fM-mz8spZ1b sx_5371b4"></i><span class="_4mcd">:)</span></i></div>
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All books sold out that day, there wasn't even one left for the mayor, we had to order more. One young woman who had been queuing for ages for me to sign her book, informed me that it was her grandmother who started the cancer charity in the first place. I felt honoured to sign a book for her.</div>
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That book was, <em>It Happened One Summer</em>. It really did happen that summer for me! It was the summer my first ever novel was published.</div>
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If you fancy reading this book...it's available on Kindle and in paperback, though now has a new cover as I parted company with the original publisher. That's another another story in itself! I was fortunate to find a better publisher in New York, who published that book along with its follow-up, <em>Return to Winter</em>. That second book was also sold to raise funds for the charity. Both books are very close to my heart, as you can imagine. Since that time I've now republished them myself as I have more control over my books that way, although I still have two publishers for other books written under a pen name.</div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A, I’ve always
written as far back as I remember, I just think it comes naturally to me—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">as natural as taking a breath in and out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Q, How long have you been writing? </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A, I remember writing short stories and making little
books when I was in primary school. I always had a lot of imagination even back
then.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A, Romance in the following sub genres: contemporary,
suspense, comedy and historical. I also write crime fiction under the name,
‘Lyn Harman’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A, I get ideas from everywhere and anywhere! I got the
idea for The Honey Trap from a newspaper article about honey trappers who set
up cheating partners for their wives and girlfriends. I suddenly thought: <i>What if one of those honey trappers
accidentally set up the wrong guy? <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">I sometimes get ideas for historical stories from
actual events, for example, I’d read about the 1865 Gethin Pit explosion in the
village of Abercanaid where I live [which happened just before Christmas that
year] killing 34 men and boys and thought, “What would life be like for the
villagers at that time? And so, ‘Black Diamonds’ was born, which was the first
of the ‘Seasons of Change’ series of books. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Studying photographs are a good source of inspiration
for stories and also listening to music as I let my imagination run riot!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b>Q, How do you plan your story line?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A, I don’t. I rarely plan. I’m a
fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants type of writer. What I do though is think of a
beginning, which often comes from a question I’ve asked myself about a
situation. I also usually have an ending in mind and work from A to B. I find
working that way I often surprise myself. For example, in my most recently
published novel, ‘Red Poppies’, something happened which shocked me. It was a
discovery about one of the characters that suddenly popped into my mind. I had
to run with it. When I write I see events unfolding before my eyes like
watching a movie on a big screen. I like to surprise myself as I tend to think,
<i>no surprise for the writer, no surprise
for the reader.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A, I try to work full time most days, though part of
that time might be spent on promotion or editing and revision too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A, I write best early morning or very late at night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A, Don’t just talk about writing, do it! You can’t fix
a blank page. Write and give yourself permission to write rubbish to begin
with. You can always go back and amend it. Set your subconscious mind free and
don’t edit and revise as you go along as it will kill the story stone dead.
It’s a good idea to take the Nanowrimo Challenge. This is a writing challenge that
takes place throughout November every year. The idea being to write at least
50,000 words in one calendar month. You can sign up for it online. In fact I
know of someone who completed it in the early days and she eventually became a
New York Times Best Selling Novelist! Her name is Lani Diane Rich. That
Nanowrimo inspired novel became her first best seller called, <i>Time Off For Good Behavior</i>. I was
fortunate to interview her for an article for, Writers’ Forum magazine a few
years ago. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A, No, I’ve also written articles for magazines and
websites. I also have several blogs. Two are to promote my books and there I
write about all sorts of things. The other, is a Jack the Ripper blog. I used
to run a ‘Catfished’ blog based on the well-known MTV show, ‘Catfish’. It was
very popular and received lots of comments from the ‘Catfish’ themselves. I
ended up closing it down though as several TV companies kept badgering me to
provide them with people for the UK version of the show. The trouble was they
needed the people who’d been catfished [i.e the victims] but only the catfish
were contacting my blog and then for obvious reasons, they were anonymous! So,
I wouldn’t have been able to contact them personally if I wanted to!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>Q, Would you
like to go into print? </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A, I’ve been fortunate to see my work in print since
around 2001 one way or another, whether it’s been printed in a magazine in
Australia, Canada, America or over here in the United Kingdom or in book
format. Seeing my work in print was the icing on the cake for me!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A, Yes, I love tracing my family tree [which was the
inspiration for one of my books], local history and history in general. I also
love music, all sorts, my tastes are very varied. I love anything from The
Beatles to Beethoven!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A, I like walking or listening to relaxing music.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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or to help other authors? </b><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">A, Yes, never give up. Be persistent as persistence
wins the day. I didn’t get published immediately. In the early days when I just
wrote articles and short stories, I had to keep sending them out, but found
after several rejections, I eventually found some editor somewhere liked what
I’d written. If I’d have given up at the first hurdle I’d never have seen my
work in print. The same with my books…in the beginning I tried several
publishers until I found a fit. Nowadays, I have two publishers, one in the US
and the other in the UK, and I’m also an Indie self-published author too. I
find it gives me more freedom to do what I want with my work. I don’t have to
restrict myself. Of course, self-publishing is a lot of work but it can be very
rewarding. These days you don’t have to keep trying to get published as you can
do it all yourself by using publishing platforms such as Amazon Kindle [to
publish your ebook] and Create Space [to go into print]. Some self-published
authors like, Rachel Abbot, have even made the best seller lists. So publishing
isn’t as limiting as it was for me in the early days when I started out trying
to get published. I say, if you’ve got the talent, go for it. Join some sort of
creative writing group, whether it’s at your local library or online. It will
keep you motivated and you’ll learn from other writers. Better to learn the
truth about your work from strangers rather than to have friends and relatives
tell you how great it is because they don’t want to upset you. If you feel
inspired by reading this, then do something about it as soon as possible. I
joined a creative writing group run by my local library back in 1999 and I
literally haven’t stopped writing since, even though that same group no longer
exists!<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;">She had to admit, she’d shed more than just a tear that night and fallen onto her bed thoroughly exhausted. The bed itself was little more than a narrow camp bed, with a couple of army blankets to keep her warm, but it was a better condition to sleep in than those who slept on the floor on pallets who were at risk of being woken by rats that often found their way to the encampment. Though the relative few she saw, were nothing compared to the ones the soldiers themselves described in the trenches as being as 'fat as cats'.</span></h4>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;">“Och, <span data-mce-style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">Adele, wake up. We’re expecting another few ambulances full of injured men. I’ve brought ye a cup of tea before they arrive.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;"><span data-mce-style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;"><img alt="imagesEIHQLYFQ" class=" size-full wp-image-520 alignright" data-mce-src="https://lynetterees.files.wordpress.com/2016/06/imageseihqlyfq.jpg" height="197" src="https://lynetterees.files.wordpress.com/2016/06/imageseihqlyfq.jpg" style="float: right; height: auto; margin: 16px 0px 16px 16px; max-width: 100%;" width="255" />For a moment, she thought she was still dreaming, until she opened her eyes and saw Morag, a young Scottish nurse from Dundee, holding out a tin mug of tea in her hand. Adele sat up and took it gratefully from her, it would be many more hours before she’d have the chance of another.</span></span></span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;">“<span data-mce-style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;">Thanks so much, you’re very thoughtful.”</span></span></span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;"><span data-mce-style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;">Morag sat in a chair sipping her own tea, it would be hard work for her too later. Harder in some respects as she had to run hither and thither, looking for this and that for the medical team, whilst they only had to attend to the task-in-hand.</span></span></span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;"><span data-mce-style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;">The nurses, though, sometimes did the doctors' jobs if they were not around and were well-experienced. She knew that herself from the time she’d spent as a nurse back in Merthyr. The ward sister there could diagnose as well as any of the doctors, and more often than not, was correct with her diagnoses.</span></span></span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;"><span data-mce-style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;">At first light, the ambulances arrived and the stretcher bearers brought in the casualties to the clearing station. Adele had had hardly any time to draw a breath for the first half hour or so, the large tent was in chaos as the injured were sorted into those requiring immediate surgery and those that could afford to wait. All the other casualties were in another tent. Some could wait, others were already dead by the time of arrival or else on the brink. Often Adele heard one or another of the men cry out with delirium, their limbs shivering, lips trembling. Shell shock, they called it. Some of the poor men would never be the same again. Fortunately, for some, with the right help, support and guidance, they became physically whole again, though they’d never forget the mental anguish, ever.</span></span></span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;"><span data-mce-style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;">Worst of all were the firing squads—who on the command of a senior officer would shoot a deserting soldier, as they brought shame on the army and could prove a security risk if they fell into enemy hands. Adele often wondered if those poor men were just shell-shocked and refusing to take any more, their bodies shutting down, their need to escape, their only outlet from a hell on earth. Life in the trenches was arduous. Often they were stuck in inches of wet muck with no means of washing, changing or drying their clothing. Although they were told to change into clean socks and dry their feet, it didn’t always happen that way and as a result, many soldiers developed something known as ‘trench foot’, a painful condition. The constant mud and rain had exacerbated the condition for many. Often the foot would crack and change colour, then swell up as blood vessels and nerves were damaged in the process. If untreated, then gangrene could set in resulting in amputation to save the soldier’s life. One soldier arrived at the clearing station and his toes fell away when his socks were removed, the stench being unbearable. Adele had to inform him that his limbs had to be removed as soon as possible.</span></span></span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;"><span data-mce-style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;"><img alt="images6KVD8ABO" class=" size-full wp-image-531 alignleft" data-mce-src="https://lynetterees.files.wordpress.com/2016/06/images6kvd8abo.jpg" height="180" src="https://lynetterees.files.wordpress.com/2016/06/images6kvd8abo.jpg" style="float: left; height: auto; margin: 16px 16px 16px 0px; max-width: 100%;" width="281" />The sounds and smells they endured as they worked at the encampment was like nothing she’d ever witnessed before. Here, there wasn’t much cleaning up of areas, like at the hospital. It was very rough and ready, often a quick sweep and mop of the floor were all they had time for. No time to disinfect operating tables as time was of the essence, a delay could mean the difference between life and death. Often wounds were already infected from mud and manure from the fields, the medical staff were really up against it.</span></span></span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;"><span data-mce-style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;">One young man lay on a gurney whimpering in the corner of the tent. There was no time to attend to him. Adele wished she could split herself in two, realising that a lot of her decisions meant the difference between life or death. She was in the midst of suturing a wound when the young lad cried out, “Mam! Where are you?”</span></span></span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;"><span data-mce-style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;">Morag left the operating table as Adele was able to manage alone for a while. She knelt beside the gurney and took the lad’s hand. He wanted and needed his mother, but she was in a distant land. Adele watched Morag stroke the soldier's head and softly kiss his cheek. A smile appeared on his face, he held out his arms as if he was embracing someone, and then he was gone, in the belief his mother was him. If there’d have been time, Adele would have wept, but there were many more casualties to attend to and she just didn’t have the time to spare. No time to ponder her decision on whether she’d have saved the lad if she’d operated on him first. Only God knew the answer to that.</span></span></span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="color: #000000;" style="color: black;"><span data-mce-style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: medium;">Adele didn’t have the time either to dwell on her dry mouth, aching back and limbs, and her growling stomach. Something spurred her on, propelling her to get through the day’s work. James Bellingham was beginning to leave more and more cases in her capable hands to work at another hospital over the Belgian border in Northern France. That one was in a large château that had been taken over for the war effort. The men were transported there by ambulance and even trucks after their operations. If then found to be chronically unwell, they were shipped back to Britain, where special hospitals were set up to deal with the aftermath of burns, amputations and shell shock.</span></span></span></div>
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It's 1916 and Adele Owen from Merthyr Tydfil in South Wales, is standing at the graveside of a dear family member, whilst another was recently killed on the first day of the Battle of the Somme.</div>
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It's a time when the Suffragettes are campaigning for 'Votes for Women', and although they are making their mark, women have a long way to go to compete with the men of Great Britain. It's a man's world and women usually have to accept their lot in life, or do they?</div>
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Adele is a young nurse who has lofty ambitions -- she yearns to become a doctor during a time when it's quite unusual for women to take up the profession. She has the dilemma of telling her parents of this decision, coupled with the fact she will have to go to London to train.</div>
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Once there, at the Royal Free Hospital, she faces opposition from the young men, who are her contemporaries. They think an ex-nurse from a valley town isn't good enough to become a doctor in training, doing all they can to put her off. But unknown to them, Adele has already caught the eye of an eminent surgeon who sees something stoic and worthwhile in her. So much so, he offers to mentor her and plans to take her to the Front with him to work at a casualty clearing station in Ypres, Belgium.</div>
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Once there, she is thrown in the deep end, amongst the explosions and horrors of war, not to mention her involvement with shell-shocked soldiers, some of whom, signed up underage to take the King's shilling.</div>
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Adele leaves an admirer behind in London, a well-respected physician of his day, who writes to her whilst she's overseas. This will eventually put her in a difficult position where two men vie for her attention. But which one will she choose?</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Who is Jack the Ripper? It is a question that has held a long fascination. The identity to the perpetrator, of a series of gruesome murders, targeting female prostitutes in London’s East End in 1888, is one of the great mysteries. The police had several suspects, including murderers, and insane butchers, but none could be proved. Some of the more recent theories include that the murders involved some sort of cover up involving a royal conspiracy. In fact, almost every figure from the Victorian age has been named as a suspect at one time or another. They include the portrait artist Walter Sickert and Lord Randolph Churchill, the father of British Prime Minister Winston Churchill. Liverpool cotton Magnate, James Maybrick has been named and even author of ‘Alice in Wonderland’ Lewis Carroll have been put forward as the elusive Jack the Ripper. All these theories are intriguing. However, the links between these suspects and those horrible sexual lust murders of at least five women in the parish of Spitalfields are tenuous at best. One would think that all the theories involving suspects who were barristers, doctors, actors, writers, and artists, that the reading public would have had enough but the appeal in trying to solve this very cold case and unravel this secret seems to be growing. A novel and imaginative approach is to imagine the perfect suspect. A suspect whose life’s circumstances and connections to the murders would make anyone, from a learned historian, to the amateur sleuth, sit up and take notice.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">A great location would be Providence Row night refuge. This was a homeless shelter, situated at the other end of Dorset Street, and the street that the final Ripper victim, Mary Kelly was killed. The refuge was about 80 meters from where her body was found. What makes this place ideal is that it was run by Catholic nuns and was seen as a model shelter. It’s residents needed references to get in and because it was situated in the heart of Spitalfields, surrounded by dozens of illegal brothels, and overcrowded tenements, overrun by every sort of criminal, the chances that the police would search these premises is next to none. Another great thing, about the Row, was that it was probably unique in having an open door policy at night. This meant that a resident could leave anytime, after dark, and return with no questions asked. It would be perfect for the suspect as a base of operations for his nocturnal murderous exploits.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">But what about the suspect himself? Many people back then and people now, believe that the Ripper must have had some sort of medical ability. An attacker, who easily removed their internal organs, quickly overcame all the women. It would a tricky job, in the dark, which is why people think he must have had some knowledge of anatomy. My perfect suspect would have some. In fact, because I can be generous, I will not just make him someone who trained as a doctor, I will have a student of surgery. I will give him several years training at a very fine institution; a medical college that promoted practical work on cadavers over theory. I will let him keep the tools of his trade. I will say my suspect had a dissecting scalpel and I will make sure it is sharp enough to shave with.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Having the location of the suspect and his ability figured out, I should think about his motivation. It should be a strong motive and sets him on a course of destruction. First, though I need to have him be able go unnoticed. Maybe I could make him a police officer? No, on second thought, scrap that. An officer could not freely be at the scene of all the murders. It would be bound to raise questions. I could make him a foreigner who is visiting the area, but that won’t do either. I need him to know the streets well and the language. To be fair, for these most English of crimes, I will make him an Englishman, and I have it that he is a vagrant. That way he will have an intimate knowledge of the streets, having wandered them and slept on them. He would also go unnoticed amongst his many thousands of homeless companions.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Getting back to his motive, I will have that he was in a relationship with a prostitute just beforehand. She will have been one who he trusted. One who showed care and affection to him, but I will have it that, without warning, she betrays and abandons him, leaving him heartbroken. My suspect will already by a troubled man, who has had at least one mental breakdown before hand and suffering from some traumatic incident in his childhood. The prostitute who has made him bitter could by why he is in Spitalfields. He is wandering the streets to try to find her. See, that makes it, at least in his eyes a tragic romance, and everyone likes a love story.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">B</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">ecause I am limited only to my imagination, I will make him a very literate man. A rare thing in the city of London at the end of the 19th century. That way he can write down what he was thinking and we can read it. Imagine being able to read the confessions, first hand, of Jack the Ripper himself? I will bless him with a flair for the dramatic. I will have it that he even writes dreadful things that seem to describe the murders themselves. His writings will be no-holds-barred. He writes poems, for example with scary titles, like ‘The Nightmare of the Witch Babies’ in which he describes hunting down and disemboweling prostitutes. To add a touch of horror, I will have him describe his joy at ripping into the victim’s uterus just so he can find if they have a featus and kill that too. Just to spice things up a bit, I will make it that he has a secret drug habit, one that lets his imagination go full throttle. Opium will do best. All the great writers back then were on the stuff. With his opium at hand and some talent, he would write lines, something suitable poetic and old fashioned, like the following.</span></span><br />
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<i style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">‘Swiftly he followed her<br />Ha! Ha! <br />Eagerly he followed her.<br />Ho! Ho!;’<br />‘Lo, she corrupted!<br />Ho! Ho!’<br />‘And its paunch was rent<br />Like a brasten [bursting] drum;<br />And the blubbered fat<br />From its belly doth come<br />It was a stream ran bloodily under the wall.<br />O Stream, you cannot run too red!<br />Under the wall.<br />With a sickening ooze –<br />Hell made it so!<br />Two witch-babies,<br />ho! ho! ho!’</span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I will have him write about how he came to decide to kill these women. I will give him military airs, as if he thinks he is like some great knight or soldier, who thinks it his duty to kill Prostitutes. I will have him grow to despise this profession and write that they are worse than any disease he witnesses in his medical training. He will write horrible things about them, but since he fancies himself a writer, I will make his prose suitably intelligent and elegant. Something like the following would be just about right.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> 'These girls whose Practice is a putrid ulceration of love, venting foul and purulent discharge- for their very utterance is a hideous blasphemy against the sacrosanctity [sacred ways] of lover's language.’</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> When he writes of his decision to slay them he will say of himself,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> ‘He proceeds without hesitation and without remorse, "more than an executioner might feel," in a career of bloodshed, … he foresees the necessity for further murders on his part; this belief that he can commit the crime and yet escape its infamy, the necessity of engaging boldly in bloodshed. His natural disposition is that of a soldier, bold, decided, instant in action, accustomed to go straight and openly to his object. Moral scruples cannot restrain him; he has completely set them aside, has resolved to jump the life to come. The murder is done, and he ceases to waver. …He faces all the sequel of his crime as a commander, once having decided to give battle, accepts and meets all the chances of the battle. Thenceforward he sets his face towards crime as he was accustomed to set it towards fight;’’</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> He will be boundless in writing. He will write about killing them in his poems, essays and plays. Without seeming to sound absurd, I will even have him write all about it in short story, where his ‘hero’ talks about how he psyched himself for the kill. Being a 19th century kind of guy, when spiritualism was all the craze, I will have his story be suitably dark and gothic,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span><i style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> ‘No; the first step includes all sequent steps; when I did my first evil, I did also this evil; years ago had this shaft been launched, though it was but now curving to its mark; years ago had I smitten her, though she was but now staggering to her fall …When at length, after long wandering, I retraced my steps, I had not resolved, I. had recognized that I could resolve no longer… I swear I struck not the first blow, Some violence seized my hand, and I drove the poniard down. Whereat she cried; and I, frenzied, dreading detection, dreading, above all, her wakening, struck again...There was a buzzing in my brain as if a bell had ceased to toll. How long had it ceased to toll? I know not. Has any bell been tolling? I know not...Or—was it the cathedral bell?... Silence now, at least; abysmal silence; except the sound (or is the sound in me?), the sound of dripping blood; except that the flame upon the altar sputters, and hisses.’</span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I am almost done with my perfect suspect, but the problem is he is too good. It would seem foolish if the police could not eventually find this man. He needs some sort of alibi, a way to cover his tracks. I will make it that people think he was gentle. I will say he was looked like a religious man, an almost holy man, as if he could have been a priest. Lastly, I will have him taken from the streets and far away right after the last murder. A naive editor could rescue him, from homelessness? An editor who sends him to some remote monastery in the hopes he can be rehabilitated from his drug habit and become a writer. He could live out the rest of his days, in seclusion and under his editor’s watchful eye. He will live just long enough to gain a reputation as a literary figure, and odd genius and then die quickly and be buried at a small funeral. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">It would make a great story; an amazing story. There is only one small problem with this suspect. One that I cannot fix, that nobody will able to fix, even with all the imagination in the world. This suspect happens to be real and what I have told you, his background where he was, his skills, his scalpel, what he wrote, his rise to fame. It all happened. His name was Francis Joseph Thompson.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Born in Melbourne in 1970, Richard Patterson independently determined that Thompson may be the Ripper in 1997. Patterson's continued research has made him a guest speaker at the 2005, UK Jack the Ripper Conference, held in Brighton. Has has been invited to speak again on his book and his latest findings at the 2016 Conference to be held in London. He has had articles published on the theory in newspapers, magazines and journals. He authored the Francis Thompson page on the Ripper Casebook, the world's most visited Ripper website. His research into this suspect has made news headlines around the world. Media interest includes, The UK Express, The Lancashire Evening Post, The UK Daily Mail, The UK Huffington Post, The Christian Science Monitor Magazine, The New York Daily News, The UK Sun, The UK Daily Star, The Examiner.com, The UK North West Tonight News & Sydney’s 2UE Radio Station, The Echo, and The Northern Star. Patterson's research relies on press reports, police documents, letters, biographies, uncut-volumes, and the first hand examination of historical and artifacts relating to the case. These include the Ripper’s infamous ‘Dear Boss’ letter of which Patterson personally handled, at London’s Kew Archives. He also visited the Burns Library at Boston College in the US, where Patterson read Thompson’s notebooks of 1888, and many other original documents including Thompson's private letters.His self published, 2016, book, 'Francis Thompson - A Ripper Suspect' has now been signed to the publisher's Austin & Macualey. There is much more for a reader to examine including article and images and film on the theory at the website to his book and theory at: <a href="http://www.francisjthompson.com/">http://www.francisjthompson.com/</a></span></span><br />
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did you get the idea for your book from?</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c82505;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><b><span style="font-family: "optima" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My daughter had a dream about my late husband, where he gave her the
message 'Wear bright colours for me' that became the title. I was
also inspired by my grandsons and his friend Isla, who have been
extremely close since nursery school. They are inseparable. They made
me think that they could have met in a previous life....</span></span></b></span></span></span><b style="color: #c82505; font-family: Helvetica, serif; font-size: 21.3333px;"><span style="font-family: "optima" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I had read a great deal about reincarnation and was interested in the subject. I wanted to write something about it. </span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "optima" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Are the characters based on anyone you know?</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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weren't intentionally ( except Alex and Isla as the two children, but
not older), However, some of the characters reminded me of some
people, although I'm not saying who! </span></span></b></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "optima" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What are your thoughts on reincarnation?</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c82505;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><b><span style="font-family: "optima" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">After
all the research, I am very open minded. There could possibly be
something in it. </span></span></b></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "optima" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What are your thoughts on Karma?</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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don't think it's the strict karma of some beliefs, but I do believe
that some things are destined and you get good or bad things happen
to you relating to past deeds. </span></span></b></span></span></span>
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you think there's a lesson somewhere in your book?</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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I actually think it's a very moral book. The message seems to be that
certain behaviours and values bring rewards, whilst others bring
punishment...in some form or another. </span></span></b></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "optima" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Which time period did you prefer?</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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liked them all. I really enjoyed researching each and every one. If I
had to choose, it would be the gypsies in Victorian times. </span></span></b></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "optima" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Have you any plans for further books on the topic of reincarnation?</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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have some ideas, but it depends on the success of the first book. I
would like next time to have one person who remembers their previous
life or lives and tries to solve mysteries from them. </span></span></b></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "helvetica" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: "optima" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">9What is your writing day like?</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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disorganised. I get up and deal with correspondence first. From then
on its anyone's guess. If I have time I will write for an hour or
two, then do chores etc. If not, the writing will take place later in
the day...sometimes in the middle of the night. Other times if I am
deeply into a book, I might write for most of the day. </span></span></b></span></span></span>
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thriller. I will then start on the third book in the 'French Letter'
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Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676683696180035751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733742.post-87602456223077005742016-05-22T16:47:00.002+00:002016-05-22T16:47:38.790+00:00Great New Dark Fantasy Novel!<div style="color: #3d596d; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25.5px; margin-bottom: 24px;">
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<span data-mce-style="font-family: Arial;" style="font-family: Arial;"><strong>Be Careful What You Wish For by <a data-mce-href="http://ex-l-ence.com/SuZanne-Ahlin.php" href="http://ex-l-ence.com/SuZanne-Ahlin.php" style="color: #00aadc;">SuZanne Ahlin</a></strong></span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="font-family: Arial;" style="font-family: Arial;">Suddenly, in the body she’d had when forty years younger, she finds herself thrown headlong into a life that she could only have dreamed about… if her dreams had been particularly bizarre fantasies.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="font-family: Arial;" style="font-family: Arial;">As part of a worldwide community of witches and warlocks, along with a selection of vampires, werewolves, and other mythical species, all of them ruled over by the mysterious ‘Regime’, her life becomes anything but boring.</span></div>
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<span data-mce-style="font-family: Arial;" style="font-family: Arial;">Throw in some grisly deaths, mystical spells, and an uncertain romance to season this supernatural adventure, and you have all the right ingredients for a tale to entrance, captivate, and entertain.</span></div>
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<strong>**</strong> <strong>Visit the publisher's website to view a video of this book and link to an extract! **</strong></div>
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Lynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15676683696180035751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733742.post-31160807496015307642016-05-17T15:27:00.003+00:002016-05-17T15:29:56.642+00:00New Blog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've got another new blog as well as this one. I've started a Word Press one. Well reactivated an old one I had as I've been told Word Press is better for writers. Anyhow, we'll see how it goes. So far, I've posted the usual sort of posts I post here, but the good thing about it is, it seems to be reaching more people I don't know, and will post directly to my Twitter, LinkedIn, Facebook, Google Plus accounts etc.<br />
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<span style="color: #444444; line-height: 16px;">30/May/2016 - 9/June/2016</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">30th May <a href="http://www.beingannereading.blogspot.co.uk/">www.beingannereading.blogspot.co.uk</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">31st May <a href="https://lynetterees.wordpress.com/">https://lynetterees.wordpress.com/</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">1st June. <a href="http://www.facebook.com/loveinfinitybookblog">www.facebook.com/loveinfinitybookblog</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">2nd June <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Annie-Whitehead-Author-566498500155270/">https://www.facebook.com/Annie-Whitehead-Author-566498500155270/</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">3rd June <a href="http://www.lindasbookbag.com/">www.lindasbookbag.com</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">4th June <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/1696091207322805/">https://www.facebook.com/events/1696091207322805/</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">5th June. <a href="http://robertcubitt.com/bobs-blog.html">http://robertcubitt.com/bobs-blog.html</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">6th June <a href="http://wp.me/P5Zl8B-2t">http://wp.me/P5Zl8B-2t</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">7th June. <a href="http://www.bibliophilebookclub.com/">www.bibliophilebookclub.com</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">8th June <a href="https://rozwhiteauthor.wordpress.com/">https://rozwhiteauthor.wordpress.com</a></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">9th June <a href="https://www.facebook.com/BookloverCatlady">https://www.facebook.com/BookloverCatlady</a></span></span></div>
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