Twitter...

I've put a little post about Twitter and promotion at The Heroine Addicts blog.

Turning Points

Sorry for the silence recently...busy times family-wise....over at the The Heroine Addicts I have written about turning points which touches on a little bit about the things that have kept me from blogging recently.

This week I was able to attend an RNA meeting and the wonderful award winning JoJo Moyes spoke...later this week I'll type up my notes and share her words of wisdom with you - promise.

Music, Setting and A Gorgeous Cornish Sunset

I've posted at the Heroine Addicts Blog here about music and books and setting....

Unfortunately I only had my blackberry with me and the camera isn't too good in low light but the sunset the other night was stunning....

Knitting and Editing

I've blogged about these two diverse things over at the The Heroine Addicts. All this thinking about knitting has me absolutely itching to kni,t but must stay focused on the editing then I can knit! On twitter @katkalina suggested I knit a sweater for each book...they might be on to something...

Back and over at The Heroine Addicts

Tanzania and the safari were divine and my first post about it is at the Heroine Addicts. I promise I will tell you all, but right now I'm still trying to narrow down the 3500 photos to 20 so that we can enter the photo competition for the lodge we stayed at Beho Beho....it might take a while....

Cringe

I have blogged about poetry today over at the The Heroine Addicts. In it I foolishly present another challenge and as I never posted the result of the last one on Frenchman's Creek (turned out to be too painful for posting) I feel I can't shirk out of this one...however the problem is that I haven't written poetry in a very long time. Poetry was the medium of my tormented youth...it was way to express what I couldn't utter in any other form...it was navel gazing for me that is...

But as I haven't written any in at least two decades I have no choice, but to inflict on you a work from that angst riddled time...warning - weak of stomach read no further - normal service will resume shortly.....

The Orient expressed
By others
others explaining others
the orient repressed
knowledge incomplete
Not in but out
Out looking in
looking not being
Others can't be others
Others can barely be themselves
They know only others
What others are to them
Defines what they themselves are
they think
The Orient expressed
Expressing others as not them

2/12/84

And if that last one wasn't cringe making enough...

unfinished time
muses speak
language incomprehensible
Apollo plays a lute unheard
bodies decay uncaressed
moulding in their lust
catacombs filled with forbidden thoughts
Calvary stares at earth with living crosses
4/85

Anonymous is a Woman

Anonymous is a woman
Her beauty grows that way
Sweetly unsung she rise
To each break of day

Anonymous is a woman
Her beauty is rarely seen
The clouds on the horizon
Makes the world's 'clear' vision a distorted dream

Anonymous is a woman
Her beauty always forgotten
Among the numerous weeds
Where true brilliance is lost among the rotten
10/10/84

And with that I will go and douse myself in cold water and leave writing poetry back where it belongs in my university years...back to the mundane clean up of A Cornish House....

The Heroine Addicts, Settings and Frenchman's Creek

One of the delightful by products of this years RNA conference was making an acquaintance a friend - Susanna Kearsley. I had met her in the pub after the awards lunch two years ago. I was surprised (she lives in Canada) and delighted to see her at the conference this year. The friendship grew from breakfast and not only breakfast but daily breakfast at McDonalds of all places....to make a long story short Susanna suggested that a few of us do a joint blog - the Heroine Addicts and thus it was born. The Heroine Addicts are Susanna, Julie Cohen, Anna Louise Lucia, Brigid Coady, Christina Courtenay and moi.

You can find the blog and my post of settings here.

Hope everyone is having a wonderful summer...

Now back to the laundry