Posted on October 20, 2017 by Rebecca Bryn Image courtesy of petelovespurple via Visual Hunt. Back in the good old days, I suppose I’d have been about three and sitting in a little metal chair on the back of Mum’s sit-up-and-beg Raleigh, shopping was quite a different experience. We went to the corner shop, the greengrocer, or the … More Stark Naked in Tesco
I’ve had a shadow at my side for most of the last sixty-odd years. It’s taken different shapes and sizes, but it has been a comfort, a non-judgemental inspiration, and an ever-cheerful devoted friend. My present shadow has been my constant companion for the last fourteen years. She’s a small chocolate and tan collie-cross rescued … More The shadow at my side.
It’s odd the subjects you get led to when researching for a novel. While looking into the events of 1929 for The Chain Mistress, which may not be it’s final title, I came across a butterfly by the name of Clarence Hatry, who flapped his wings with dire effects. Hatry, son of a Jewish immigrant … More A butterfly’s wings, cause and effect, and why fraud is dangerous.
Anna is eighteen, and hasn’t had an easy childhood. Diagnosed with ADHD, she’s been on medication since she was twelve. She’s an intelligent , caring young woman, who has already had more to cope with than most people have in a lifetime, but she was coping with it well and had her future mapped out … More When life crumbles around you – parents, PLEASE have this conversation with your children.
I have read a lot of series in the past and marvelled at how they were put together, how events from the first or second books played a pivotal role in the later books. How on earth did the authors weave these books together so flawlessly? Having written several stand-alone books and two historical series, … More Writing a series – different approaches.
It’s what my ex mother-in-law used to say when I phoned her and asked her how she was. ‘I’m a mess of minor miseries.‘ At ninety-seven, having lost her husband of sixty-nine years, she was more than entitled to have the occasional moan, and I like to think I was a good listener. She was … More A Mess of Minor Miseries
You wouldn’t think that was a big ask, would you? George’s hens, along the far side of Chapel Lane, lay the most beautiful eggs, so after a request from my husband for more eggs, I set off with the dog, a carrier bag, and an empty egg box to fetch some. It’s a bitterly cold … More Half a dozen large eggs, please.
‘Should lost out to want, as usual. She grabbed a coat, her car keys, and Aunt Siân’s digital camera and headed for the hills. The sketch she’d made of standing stones in the mist was atmospheric, but she needed to see the stones again within the landscape to understand them. She parked on a rocky … More Solstice, catkins, and the silence of the stones.
Well there are a few things that make me angry and depressed, I suppose – child abuse, animal cruelty, crime, polluting our planet, fly-tipping, and social and ecological irresponsibility, but I’ve just discovered one more. First, let me put it in context, so you understand why, despite it being none of my business, this made … More There aren’t many things that make me angry and depressed, but…
When the sun comes out my spirits soar. Yesterday, it rained all day. Rained cats and dogs, and dog and I got soaked walking. It wasn’t that I didn’t have enough to occupy me indoors so much as that the dreary light sapped my resolve, and my husband and I sat around moaning about how … More When the sun comes out…