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AUTHOR INTERVIEW: Dreena Collins – Stories for the Modern World

For the first Author Interview of 2020, it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to one of my fellow Jersey Writers Social Group members, Dreena Collins. In September last year, Dreena entertained a packed Maria Richie Room at the Jersey Arts Centre, during the 2019 Jersey Festival of Words captivating us all with her engaging wit, and her passion for creative writing. During 2019, Dreena self-published three volumes of her excellent short stories and flash fiction, The Blue Hour, The Day I Nearly Drowned and, most recently Bird Wing. The Amazon reviews alone are glowing.

So, you’ve finished writing your novel? Well, here is Cautionary Tale

I am just about to come to the end of what will be the final edit of… Draft number 12 of my first novel… I think it’s number 12, but I’ve lost count. So I’m a long way off seeing my book in print, let alone watching Renée Zellweger win another gong for playing the part of my MC and thanking me in her acceptance speech.

ANY BETA READERS OUT THERE?

I am half-way through yet another Just Say It edit. I should be finished by the end of the week and wondered if there are any Beta Readers out there who might have the time to read through it for me. Its currently 90,540 words. Just Say It is about the volatile relationship between Lisa Grant has with... Continue Reading →

BOOK TRAILER – An Honest Review – The Novel

BOOK TRAILER. An Honest Review is a murder mystery spoof. The Arcadian community of Didsbrook is shocked and appalled following the death of the Doyenne of Didsbrook, Jocelyn Robertshaw, much-loved retired thespian turned author. The bumbling DCI Humphrey Middleton is assigned to the case and his investigations lead him down several blind allies and one particular garden path. Cue 20-year-old Lucy Fothergill, fresh out of University after three years studying Creative Writing and Drama. It doesn't take her very long to find out that something surprisingly sinister is lurking beneath the peace and tranquillity of Didsbrook.

2019 – An Honest Review

As 2019 draws to a close, is been a year rejections for Just Say It, my pantser-style first attempt at a novel.  But I am, older, tougher and wiser now; I can take criticism on the chin (crying emoji!).  So, I will say goodbye to 2019 feeding off the constructive criticism and positive feedback I've received during the year.

BROKEN

The last two weeks of my life are a blur. Flickering in my mind like a black and white cine film. I am running. Travelling at night under the cloak of darkness. Slithering out of the United States, escaping from the injustice thrust upon me.

STAR-CROSSED LOVERS

Elizabeth was born in her grandparent’s cottage on the Ditton Hall Estate owned by Viscount Rutherford.  Her mother, Gertrude, was the eldest daughter of Walter Clemmens, Rutherford’s gamekeeper and her father, Edward Campbell, was Rutherford’s son. Poles apart on the social scale, but bound together by a love so strong nothing could tear them apart.

New Life

8th October 1959 The day a young Margaret Thatcher first became an MP for Finchley, Elizabeth's waters finally broke in front of the Aga in the kitchen.  She was way over her due date, and Anna had rung a few times during the proceeding weeks, asking if she was okay and offering to chat about... Continue Reading →

For Gemma Dupont – Please care, and share. Thank you.

Earlier this year, I met Gemma Dupont, who is a part of my Word Press blogging family, as well as a fellow aspiring author.  Enthusiastic, bright and bubbly; her motto has always been… caring is sharing. Gemma very recently finished writing her memoir, Perpetual Helix, all bar one final, professional edit. She is so close, yet so far away from achieving her dream to see it in print. This week, Gemma has received a truly devastating diagnosis. Stage 4 lung and brain cancer. Gemma urgently needs an editor who would be willing to get the manuscript to the stage where Gemma can, at least, self-publish, as a legacy for her partner and her children.

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