Just Say It is my first attempt at writing a novel. It is the bittersweet story of Lisa Grant who struggles to overcome the emotional impact her narcissistic mother has had on her life. She holds herself back from committing to a long-term relationship because she is terrified of turning into her mother, until the day she finally manages to say the words I love you.
At dawn one morning I found myself talking to the Universe, well nobody else seemed to be listening and begging it to make my shit state of affairs go away. The mighty Universe must have heard, as shortly after my impassioned plea, I was scrolling through Facebook and found Julianne Palmer, a clairvoyant in Australia. I noticed that one of my friends had liked her page, so I had a look. In the past, I had never paid too much attention to what the stars had to say about what fate lay in store for me, but I was desperate for an indication from somebody, that my life was going to improve. So I took a leap of faith and picked a card.
The mighty M and S Bank Arena in Liverpool was built at a cost of £164 Million. Would you believe that £50 Million of the funding came from the EU? This is just ONE example of ONE city in the United Kingdom that has benefitted from EU funding. So, please remind me again... why are we leaving?
So how come I can remember what my homework was when I was eleven and I can't remember which floor of the multi-story car park I left my car an hour earlier? Decreased blood flow to the brain, apparently, so I’m off to see if I can remember how to stand on my head to precipitate a rush of blood to my brains.
Extract from a frank and honest interview with Jersey Writers Social Group Member, Abigail Summer. TESSA: What was the hardest part of writing this book? ABIGAIL: I wasn’t prepared for the emotional turmoil. Many of the things that Colette endured were my own experiences. Two scenes were particularly hard to write. The first is when Colin opens up to Leanne about his childhood; at an early age, he couldn’t understand why he was dressed as a boy when he identified as a girl. The bullying at school, and the loneliness of his early teenage years.
On our final day in Liverpool, we crammed it all in. The Liverpool Museum, a ferry across the Mersey, duck and Cantonese noodles and prawn toast for a very late lunch, followed by my long-awaited mind-blowing experience.
Music is at Liverpool's heart and you can listen to live music just about everywhere, from buskers on street corners to bands playing in the pubs and restaurants.
I have been back at home for four days after a whirlwind weekend in Liverpool. Since returning home I have been walking around in a psychedelic haze. Nothing to do with mind-altering drugs but the buzz I left Liverpool with, which is slow to wear off. Knocking things off your Bucket List is a pleasurable experience and,... Continue Reading →
I am in boho mode. When I wake up in the morning the first thing I see are a pair of brown legs. As I drowsily come too, I realise they are attached to me. I am in a small corner of the EU that I know and love and feel I should be pretending... Continue Reading →