Friday, December 6, 2013

It's That Time of Year

Hello all!  I know it's been quite awhile since I have posted in here however it doesn't mean my book is no longer available.  With the holidays just around the corner...what better time to get on the book train and get your copy today.   Books are always a great gift and is a gift that can be enjoyed 100 times over.  
I know there are still heaps of you (many of you that I know personally lol) who still do not have a copy.   Digital copies are available on Amazon for your Kindle...don't have a Kindle don't worry print copies are available as well and they make a great stocking stuffer.   Heck...treat yourself and by yourself a copy...it's the holidays you deserve it.

Click Kindle for your digital version and click Print for your very own copy.

Buy a copy today for you and your loved ones!!!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

M

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

A Halloween Tale

Halloween is my favourite yearly celebration.  I love the decorations,  and the eeriness of it, dressing up, horror movies...I can't get enough.  I am obsessed with horror movies, it's pretty much all I watch,  even the bad independant ones.  As long as it looks scary or has a scary name,  I watch it.   I don't know why I love Halloween soo much,  I just love it!!!  Though, I am the biggest wuss.  I hate being scared.  I won't go in haunted mazes,  I don't play hide and seek in case someone jumps out and scares me,  I hide behind a blanket when watching really scary movies,  I hate the dark,  I'm petrified of bugs and if someone tells me a place is haunted I won't go in it. Cemeteries freak me out, you would never catch me in one after dark.  To put it in shorther terms -  I hate being scared!!!  Yet I can't get enough of Halloween or horror movies...makes no sense.

In lieu of Halloween -  my favourite yearly celebration - I thought it would be the perfect time to share a sneak peak of my current project, The Collectable's.  It's a creepy eerie thriller,  something I am not used to writing.  It's completely out of my comfort zone and it is quite challenging, but am really happy with the evolution of a single little idea and the way the charachter's are appearing to me as I write.  It is almost like they are telling me their story and I am just putting it on paper.  

I have 7 charachters with their own tales to tell,  yet they all intertwine with one another. Nothing is ever truly explained and lets the readers imagination come up with their own idea's and thoughts;  though, everything falls into place just at the last minute.

I am not quite sure if it is going to be a book, a novella or a compelation of short stories that intertwine with one another.  I'm more focused on the charachters and their stories.  Once I have them all on paper the flow of everything will be decided.

The charachter you will be meeting is Rebecca, she is the first charachter in the book/novella.  This is where the story starts and where Rebecca's tale begins. 



Night Shift

She opened her eyes; everything was blurry and it was hard to focus.  She went to brush the sleep from her eyes but her hand seemed to be restrained by something.  She tried moving the other hand but it seemed to be restrained as well.  What’s going on? Where am I?  She tried wiggling her arms free of whatever it was restraining them but there was no give and the leftovers of sleep were making her disoriented and difficult to grab her barring’s.  She stopped trying to free her hands and took a few deep breaths to collect her thoughts.  As her eyes focused she realized (the obvious) that she was in a bed but she was  still in her uniform from the previous nights’ shift,  yet she couldn’t  remember even going home let alone going to bed.  She tried remembering what happened the previous night but nothing in her memory seemed to resurface or want to resurface.  As her eyes came into focus she looked at the ceiling noticing the water marks and cracks that went from one said to the other.  This isn’t my room, she thought.  Where am I?
 She looked to her left; there was nothing against the yellow wall.  She had no idea where she was yet for some reason she knew she had been here before but she didn’t know why.  She noticed there was light coming in from somewhere behind her.  She moved her head along the pillow straining her neck so she could see where it was coming from. Her eyes greeted a window, but the window had metal bars running the vertical length of the window.   Panic rose to her throat making it hard to breathe.  She lifted her head as much as she could and realized that not only were her hands restricted but her legs were as well.  Thick leather straps held her by both wrists and ankles down to the thin mattress covered in a single white sheet.  She tried squirming her way out, knowing it was no use and no matter how much she tried she would never get herself free.   

She began to scream, she screamed until one of the nurses opened the door.  “Calm down Rebecca, we don’t want to have to sedate you again.”  Sedate me?  Jo, what’s going on?  Why do you have me strapped in like this and why are you talking to me like I’m a patient; like I’m crazy?” 
 “It’s for your own safety.  You were on first rounds last night and then you started screaming, you wouldn’t stop.  We had to sedate you to calm you down, you just kept mumbling ‘the girl…it’s true…the picture’.  We didn’t know what you were talking about, you weren’t making any sense.  It was a relief when you fell asleep; but then you woke up again talking nonsense and again talking about ‘the truth.’  We tried to get you to explain what had happened but you just began to scream and we then had to sedate you again.” 

She was confused.  She didn’t know what Jo was talking about.  What was true?  What girl?  What picture?  None of it made sense.  She looked at the older nurse with pleading eyes.
“Do you not remember anything at all?” 

She shook her head.
“Well maybe it’s for the best.” She said patting her arm “Now get some rest.”

“Rest?  I want out of these restraints so I can go home!”  She said trying to sit up but the restraints were making it next to impossible.
“The doctor thinks it best that we watch you for a few days. “ 

“What do you mean a few days?  That’s ridiculous.  Come on Jo, undue these restraints and let me go home.”
“I’m afraid I’m under strict orders Rebecca.”  Jo said shaking her head sullenly

“Strict orders?!?  Come on; Jo I’m a nurse not a patient, there is no point in keeping me here.”
“I’m afraid I feel different” said Doctor  Macivoy from the door way.  “After last night you gave us all quite a scare.”  Now at her bedside, putting his hand on her shoulder.  “Even the patients were frightened.  We just want to make sure that whatever it is that scared you so much don’t happen again. Once we are satisfied you are free to go.”

“I haven’t signed myself in here therefore I can leave when I want.  I know how it works.”
“I’m afraid as an employee you don’t have a choice for the next 72 hours.  We have to keep you here for observation, we are obligated not just to our patients safety but to yours as well.  If we discharge you and something happens to you in the allotted 72 hours, we are responsible.  I’m sorry Rebecca but I can’t let you leave.”

“At least let me out of these restraints”
He looked at Nurse Jo.  “I’m sorry Rebecca but I can’t do that.  You could’ve really injured someone last night including yourself I think it’s best you remain in the restraints.”

Rage, fear and nausea released through her veins.  She was confused, she didn’t understand why all this was happening.  What happened?   She started to struggle and wriggle around trying to get out of the restraints.  Her wrists and ankles were starting to feel like fire from her fight against the strength of the restraints.
“Please just undue the restraints.” She said pleadingly.

“I’m sorry Rebecca but I can’t”
She started to panic. Is this how they feel, the patients?  Scared and confused?  Angry?  We don’t listen to them so why should I expect them to listen to me?  Listen to her about what, she didn’t know.  What she did know was that she wanted out of there; fast.  She again started pulling with her ankles and wrists despite the fiery pain. “Let me out of here” she said in a high pitched voice which didn’t sound like her own.  “Let me out! You can’t keep me here!”

“Rebecca honey please calm down.” Said Nurse Jo with worry in her eyes.
“I will not calm down.  You have me tied to a bed against my will like I’m a crazy person.  LET ME OUT OF HERE!”  Knowing, that screaming, was just going to make the situation worse but she didn't care, she wanted answers and she wanted them now! 

 Out of the corner of her eye she saw an orderly enter the door and hand something to Doctor Macivoy.  A syringe; more panic rushed through her. “No please no.  I promise I will calm down just don’t sedate me.”  Tears now drowning her face, but she knew he wouldn’t listen.
 As he leaned in to stab her small bicep with the long pointy needle she lifted up her hips trying to stop the needle from making contact with her skin.  It worked for a few seconds but he was coming at her again this time she tried thrashing her upper body around but that just made the doctor more angry.  She was screaming for them to get away from her but she already knew how the scenario was going to end.

Doctor Macivoy instructed the orderly to hold her down.  His weight on her made her feel more helpless and made her attempt to thrash at them even more obsolete.  She felt the prick of the needle in her bicep and the effects of the sedative working almost instantly.
Doctor Macivoy and the orderly left the room but Nurse Jo stayed behind.  She placed her bum on the edge of the bed and stroked Rebecca’s hair.  She didn’t understand what had happened the previous night to the young nurse.  She was hurt that she couldn’t help her.  She really cared for her and didn’t like to see her.  She would hate to see the job get to her like it did to so many. 

Rebecca, facing Jo, curled up as much as the restraints would allow – ignoring the pain in her arm from the syringe – and just cried.  Why is this happening?  Why am I being treated like I’m crazy?   “I’m not crazy.” She whispered.
 “I know you’re not sweetie.”  The sound of the old nurse was comforting and made her happy that she stayed behind.  Every second she was getting more and more tired and she could feel the heaviness of sleep around the corner and as it crept closer so did the memories of the previous night.

 
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I hope you enjoyed!  Please keep in mind it is the first draft and there will be changes before the final draft is finished.  Rebecca's tale doesn't end here, infact what happened to her explained in the next part of her tale.  Stay tuned.

                                                                             Happy Halloween boils and ghouls.

 


  

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Free for Prime Members!

It's been a month since I have published letters to you and it has gone really great!  It's been exciting getting messages from people saying they have purchased it or they have just finished reading it and really enjoyed it,  they found they could relate to it.  It's been a great month and I thank everyone who has supported/purchased my first book, it's meant a great deal to me and I appreciate and love you all. 

I have been working on another, short story?  I don't know if it is going to be a short story as one idea has grown into something more and keeps growing and I am not sure which way it is going to go.  I have absoloutely no idea when it is going to be done as I can work on it really good for a day or two with my fingers just pouring out ideas and then I draw a blank and can't look at it for a week.  Last week when I (tried) to work on it I just stared at my laptop screen for hours; it was quite frustrating lol but I guess it's something that comes a long with writing; writers block...it's a given!!!

This story is different then what I am used to writing which is usually my travel blog, something thats on my mind or something from personal experience; this is an eerie tale taken from different perspectives.  I have never written anything like it and I am excited about it but I need to be able to keep the eerie/creepy effect through the whole thing so it's a bit of a struggle.  You are all probably hoping for a sneak peak of some sort but its not quite ready for that but I do promise that when I have something that I feel is good enough to let loose I will post it.  But,  on a another note I would like to announce that Letters To You, Kindle version is now available for FREE for Prime Members here so if you haven't purchased it yet now is your chance to get it for FREE!  If your not a  Prime Member you can still purchase the print version here or both kindle and print versions here! 

Well thats all for now, get reading!!!




Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Print Version

As you all know my new book Letters To You: Unposted  was launched yesterday as an ebook!   It was an exciting day as I sat, literally all day starting at the computer screen waiting and watching for sales.  LOL!  As it being my first book I have been really excited and when my husbands cousing bought a copy I was clapping my hands and juming up and down saying "yay!"  like a little kid at Christmas; like I said,  I have been excited!

Today another great thing has happened,  the print version is now available.  I love actual books, the smell, the feel and I know there are still heaps of you out there that still prefer print over ebook, I'm torn, I love them both. 

It's been an exciting two days and would like to again say thank you for everyones wonderful support it's given me the confidence to share this, my first book (hopefully of many) with the world. 

With Love x



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Monday, August 27, 2012

Today is the Day!!!

Well, today is the day, and I am really excited.  I can't believe I actually published my book (hopefully first of many).  It's scary,  putting  something  that you have put your heart and soul into  out into the world for others to see.  Thoughts and fears of what others will say,  if it will sell,  and if others say they like it if they are just saying it so as to not hurt your feelings?  It's my famous oneliner "what did I get myself into?"   But, to be honest,  at the end of the day,  I wrote it because I love to write and thats what is most important.

I really want to thank a few people, first my wonderful husband who sat through nights of me reading and re-reading different versions of the book to the point he could recite it by heart.  He is my biggest fan next to my mum.  Second I would like to thank my mum,  it doesn`t matter that we are currently in different continents but she was always on the other end of the computer willing to help,  thanks for being you mum.  Third my dad for just being proud of me and fourth someone who probably doesn`t even realize they inspired me.  Somone who once told me that my writing is a gift and I should use it to my full advantage.  Dallas!  You have inspired my life in so many ways and without you I wouldn`t be on this incredible journey and probably never have realized my love for writing. Thank you.

Alright, now that I have all that out of the way and without wasting anymore time I present to you my first book available now as on ebook - print version available soon - Letters To You: Unposted  Don`t forget to grab a tissue,  tears are a possibility.

Enjoy!

Friday, August 24, 2012

Sneak Peak - First Chapter

It didn't take me long after yesterday's post to make a decision with my publishing and I have decided to self-publish with Amazon.  I am really excited and can't wait till it is ready to purchase. 

Yesterday I posted the book synopsis to get some excitement started and today I am posting a sneak peak; well, more rather the first chapter to really get some excitement going and to whet your appetites for the full version of Letters To You. 

So get ready and grab a tissue!


July

Her heart was racing so fast she could barely breathe.  It had been eight months since they had last seen each other and now, here they were at the airport already saying goodbye; two days went by so fast.
I have to tell him! She thought.  The thought had been going through her mind non-stop, playing over and over for the past 48 hours.   I know things are not the same with us, but I have to tell him. I won’t feel right if I don’t say something; but I could feel worse after telling him. What if he doesn’t take it well? How is he going to react?  What if this is a bad idea? Maybe I shouldn’t say anything.  Time was running out.  He was getting ready to leave.  I will regret it if I don’t say anything.  I have to tell him!

He looked at her to say goodbye. “Wait!” she said, stopping him before he could say anything. “ I have to tell you something and I know it’s not something you want to hear, but I really need to tell you because no matter which way this goes I will regret it if I don’t say anything.  I have played with it over and over in my head and it’s been eating at me for the last two days.”  She took a breath.
“To start, I want to tell you that you didn’t break my heart (she lied) it was already broken (true but he broke it even more).  I still love you.  I want to be with you, of course not now, it’s not our time, but you are what I want.” 

He just looked at her not saying anything thing.  His face, very subtly, looked surprised and possibly a bit confused, but she wasn’t sure.  She took another breath and continued.
“I can’t sleep, I’m not myself.  I’m empty; I gave you so much; so much that I have nothing left to give, not even to you.  I gave you a part of myself I have never given anyone, and I don’t ever want to give myself like that to anyone again, I don’t know if I will ever be able to.  I’m half a person without you and I hate it.  I hate how I feel without you.  I miss who I am when I am with you and how I feel when I am with you.”

 “I didn’t realize this was so hard for you.  I really didn’t know you felt this way.” He was shocked. Why hadn’t she said anything?  Why did she act like everything was ok? I thought she understood? “You said you weren’t out here for me”
“I’m not out here for you, seeing you, was a bonus. I didn’t…what was I supposed….you…” she couldn’t find her words.  She was shaking with emotion she was losing her train of thought.  She had recited everything in her head for the past two days, she knew what she wanted to say by heart but now it was all a mish mash of words in her head that didn’t make sense and she could feel the tears trying to push their way through.  I don’t want him to see me cry.

I didn’t think your feelings had changed until I realized you took off my charm, apparently, because you need to leave that part of your life behind?  How can you just put it on a shelf?  How can you just put me on a shelf?’  She was struggling even more now and the force of promising tears were taking over.  Don’t let him see you cry, I don’t want him to see me cry.
 “You are basically telling me that you are, or need to get over me, over us!  How am I supposed to feel?  The most important time of my life and you put it on a shelf like it’s nothing!  Like it’s easy for you!”

“How can you say that to me?  That it’s easy?”  He said sounding a little hurt; and he was hurt.  He felt betrayed. How could she be saying all this stuff to me?  The one person in my life I never expected this from.  Like every other girl, telling me things are ok when they have completely different motives. Why didn’t she tell me? I thought being friends was going really great!  How could I be so naïve?  “I’m sorry if I mislead you in anyway.  I thought you knew there was no future for us.”
“What gave you the idea I didn’t want a future with you or that I stopped loving you? Tell me? What gave you that impression?”

“You said you weren’t coming out here for me?  I thought from that you knew there was no future”
“I’m not out here for you, I told you that and I meant it, but that doesn’t mean I thought there was no future, just that we were doing different things for now and maybe later in a few years we would get back together.  Last time…”  she trailed off, she could feel the tears making their way to her tear ducts and she was using all her energy too keep them from making their full journey.  I don’t want him to see me cry. “Last time you said we were just friends and look what happened, what was I supposed to think?”

He reached out his hand.
“Don’t” she said turning away and reaching to grab her stuff.  She wanted so much to feel his arms around her but she was so confused.  How could this be?  What changed?  What happened to the strong love that could never be broken?

“Don’t walk away” he said.  “Don’t do something you might regret.”  She turned to look at him and as their eyes met he reached out to put his arms around her and she let him. He embraced her in his arms, the arms that she loved so much; the arms that made her feel so safe, the arms that she was afraid would never hold her again.   “I love you” he said softly.
 Her heart fluttered.

 “But I’m not in love with you anymore.”
 Her stomach wrenched into a sickening ball adding to the tears that had almost made their way to her waiting eyes. Not yet.

She stepped back, hoisted on her backpack and looked up into his eyes. His eyes were always so powerful with an impenetrable stare that could stop any girl in their footsteps. She loved those eyes just as the moon loves the night and the morning tide loves the fresh cool sand.  She was searching them…for what, she wasn’t sure; but that impenetrable stare that she loved so much was now a searching stare, with hurt and confusion.
 “Do you know the saying if you love something let it go and if it comes back it’s yours?”

“Yes of course I do” he said a little confused at the question that seemed to have nothing to do with the situation.
With everything she had left inside of her, with every last bit of her heart she said “Just remember, I came back; twice!”

He almost seemed to wince with the last word. 
With nothing left in her but her pride she turned and walked towards the terminal; the tears finally finishing their journey and now flowing down her cheeks.

He didn’t go after her.

 

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Lets Get Excited!!!

I haven't given many updates lately,  Im still deciding on some publishing decisions, which way I want to go with this and as this being my first time getting something published Im a little hesitant as I want to make the right decision.  Anyways...I thought - since many of you have asked - that I would share the book description with you all to (hopefully) get you excited!  I know I am excited so  hope this gets you all excited as well, dont forget to leave your comments :)


“I’m not in love with you anymore.”  

 The words we all dread to hear from the one we love; and, for a young woman who has traveled half way around the world and is miles away from home she hears these words coming from the mouth of the man she thought, she would be with forever.  Now completely broken and alone in the world she doesn’t know how she is ever going to heal her heart.

Through personal growth, travel, time and letters written to the man that she loves, she begins to heal and slowly comes to terms with what life has thrown at her; but, will her questions ever be answered?  Will her heart ever stop hurting?  Will she ever get the closure that she wants and end up with her true love?  But, how will any of these be answered if she isn’t even sending the letters?!?