I have always been an avid reader and prior to becoming an author I would never leave a review at the completion of an e-book. I know that books are subjective so I felt it would make little difference to someone what I had to say about the book I had read.
Now that I’m a published author my perspective has changed completely. I never realised the weighting that Amazon puts on books based upon the number of reviews and their star rating. The best way you can support an author is to leave a review. It helps their ranking and affects the way Amazon lists the book and recommends it to readers.
If you appreciate the creative skill, the time and effort an author puts into writing something that has transported you into your imagination, please take a few minutes to leave a review.
If you are interested in reading my new novel ‘In Another Life’, it will be free on Amazon Kindle this weekend (Aug 6 & 7). I hope you enjoy it and please leave a review!
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I’m really excited to announce that my latest novel, ‘In Another Life‘, is now available on Amazon Kindle.
Lily hopes to find a connection with her late mother by doing a past life regression. She is taken back through her memories from childhood and then back to a previous life in the early 20th century in the country town of Bathurst in Australia. Lily is shocked to find out she was a male in her previous life and her Dad from this life was her brother.
After the regression, Lily researches the places she saw in her memories and discovers her little sister from her past life is still alive as an elderly lady. Curiosity gets the better of Lily and she meets her sister from her past life to see whether they have a connection in the present.
As an indie author, I would really love your support in reading and sharing this new novel.
My ten year old son recently began limping and telling me he had a sore foot. He is extremely active so I put it down to a stone bruise or something innocuous. I finally decided to take it seriously when he was hobbling around like an old man when he first got up in the mornings. It was the end of the summer sports season and he was nearing the finals for all his sports. It also coincided with the start of training for his winter sports. Every day of the week he was exercising and it was at that point that he was diagnosed with ‘Severs Disease’.
The name conjures images of a contagious infection where the foot is severed from the body, but thankfully it’s not as disturbing as that! Put simply, it is when the growth plate in the heel grows faster than the achilles tendon can stretch and is very common in active kids after they have had a growth spurt. The only course of action was to rest and to do stretches to help the achilles lengthen. As he already wears orthotics in his shoes, these were raised slightly in the heel to relieve the tension in his tendon.
To my son’s horror, the diagnosis of severs required him to limit his activities. He had to give up rugby training, competing in his school cross country and sat out a game or two of basketball. After reducing his sport, which let’s be honest is like a cruel form of torture for an active ten year old, the pain subsided.
Severs is a condition that will flare up off and on as he grows and he just has to manage it with ice packs to reduce swelling and stretching exercises.
As a side note, the podiatrist mentioned to me that kids that get ‘Severs’ often then get another growth related disease called ‘Osgood-Schlatter Disease’ a few years later in life when the growth plates in their knees start to give them pain. He advised that my son should try to build up his quads to help support his knees before the pain sets in.
So if you have an active kid complaining of sore heels or knees there is a good chance that they are suffering from good old growing pains!
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Hot off the presses is my new short story ‘Spirits’.
When four women travel to tropical Mexico they find themselves in heaven. Their days consist of sipping margaritas on the beach and dining in cute cantinas being serenaded by mariachi bands.
Their holiday turns into their worst nightmare when they are kidnapped and held for ransom.
This short story details how each of the women deal with this traumatic event.
$1 at Amazon kindle store now.
We’ve done it – we’ve managed to raise one child to become an adult. It’s a strange feeling to think that our daughter is no longer legally a child and is responsible for herself – well sort of! My daughter would like all the freedom that comes with being an adult but isn’t so keen on the responsibilities.
It only seems like yesterday she was a newborn baby swaddled and nestled in my arms. It’s hard to comprehend that she is now an adult. I still want to wrap her up and keep her by my side, but while that isn’t possible, I am at least proud of the woman she is becoming.
It really doesn’t matter how old your child is, you will always want to protect and care for them. My daughter is currently on ‘schoolies’ (an end of school tradition where kids go on holidays to celebrate graduating). This is the first time she has holidayed without a chaperone and I must admit I’ve had sleepless nights wondering if she is ok. It’s not that I think she will do anything stupid but where you get a group of teens conglomerating under the influence of alcohol and god knows what else, there is a propensity for trouble. I just don’t want her to get caught up in any violence or drink spiking etc. I know that as our kids grow up I have to learn to give them freedom, but until she is back home safely I think that I will feel uneasy.
It’s hard to believe I have an eighteen year old daughter as I still only feel eighteen myself. I look forward to the progression in our mother/daughter relationship from me being the disciplinarian to being more of a friend. In fact, since she has finished school I’ve noticed a shift in our connection, as she is now happy to hang out with me for a coffee and she has begun to confide in me more.
Parenthood is a journey through your kid’s different phases and now we embark on our next phase.
So today we celebrate our daughter’s milestone birthday in her absence and can relax in the knowledge that we’ve succeeded in getting our first born to adulthood. One down – three to go!
I’ve been busy writing another short story so while I’m polishing that, I’ve made my short story ‘Horrorscopes’ free on Amazon on 26th and 27th July.
When a frail old man is refused service in a cafe, as he can’t place his order electronically, he is ridiculed by the waiting patrons. In a rage he slams down a tattered old magazine on the counter before storming out of the cafe.
As each of the waiting customers reads their horoscope in the discarded magazine they are surprised to find how accurate the prediction is, although not in the way they first thought.
Warning: You may never look at your horoscope in the same way ever again!
As I sit in a park writing this post I silently giggle to myself at a well meaning grandma wrestling with ‘pop up’ soccer goals.
My amusement stems from the countless times I’ve found myself in the same position with pop up goals, sun shelters and tents. It’s like the inventors of these products number one priority when designing was how they could best humiliate parents in public.
I once literally wrestled with a sun shelter for at least half an hour on a crowded beach. It first brought sniggers from my husband but by the end of the ordeal I was sure that I was entertaining the whole beach. I didn’t want to give in! Eventually I succumbed to following the instructions which I found printed on a tag inside the bag and low and behold it actually collapsed into a neat circle to be packed away within seconds.
I thought after that experience that I had learned the key to collapsible shelters but to this day every time I touch one of those things it ends in frustrated groans. There must be a sweet spot that I can never seem to find.
I’ve now just watched the granny carry the soccer goals (fully open) over towards her car. At least she has the sense to give up early. I feel bad that I haven’t offered her assistance but given my track record I think she’s found the perfect solution!
Surely I’m not alone in this frustration. Have you had a similar experience?
Our kids’ school has a program of outdoor camps that all high school kids attend each year. The camp in year 10 is considered the hardest of them all. It really puts the kids out of their comfort zone camping in wilderness areas without amenities where they have to trek, carrying all their gear and supplies.
Our second daughter just returned from her camp and immediately burst into tears. She was not physically or psychologically ready for the stress of the camp and she returned exhausted, bruised, hungry and tired.
I tried to buoy her spirits by sprouting words of wisdom like ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’, ‘it’s character building’ and ‘it will be something you will remember for the rest of your life,’ all true statements, but at the same time a voice in the back of my head was thinking thank god it wasn’t me, because over my dead body would I want to hike 30km in the rain with a tent and supplies on my back.
Our eldest daughter had a similar experience, but had no tent; she had to sleep under a tarp and was so cold that she and her best friend shared a sleeping bag in order to share their body warmth. She did caving where she had to squeeze through a crevice called the ‘birth canal’ (where one of her teachers was too large and had to reverse up the cave and hike overland to meet the group at the other end). She returned home saying it was the worst experience of her life, however now that time has passed she is a bit more diplomatic in her description.
Don’t get me wrong I do think it is a great program that teaches our kids resilience, perseverance and an appreciation for all the comforts they have in life – I’m just glad I don’t have to do it!
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My daughter has just received her first hand written letter from a pen friend in England. This arrangement came about through a friend of a friend and both the girls on opposite sides of the world are excited at the opportunity to form a bond with each other.
The letter my daughter received was like a piece of artwork. It was beautifully laid out and the girl’s handwriting is so neat and orderly. I must admit, I think my daughter was a bit intimidated by how gorgeous the letter was, as my daughter doesn’t have the neatest handwriting as she has always been too focused on the content than the style of her writing. Also, she relies heavily on typing as she uses computers for all her assignments at school.
In an age where handwriting is becoming a bit of a lost art, I’m thrilled that my daughter will get the opportunity to express herself through writing, rather than through electronic media. Not only does a formal letter require proper handwriting, the language is also more formal – there won’t be any acronyms like IDK, BBS or LOL, nor any emoticons with winking eyes and tongues sticking out!
The lovely thing about the letter my daughter received is that the two girls seem well suited with their intelligence and interests. I’m looking forward to my daughter learning more about this girl’s life and how it contrasts to her life. Her pen friend is an only child, whilst my daughter has three siblings. The other girl lives in a quaint cottage in a village with only two roads whilst we live in a large two storey house on a busy road in a suburb just outside of a large metropolitan city. I’m sure their correspondence will be an educational experience for them both.
I just hope they continue to write and that these letters build the basis of a lifelong friendship. Wouldn’t it be lovely if one day they arrange to meet up either in Europe or in Australia to cement their friendship!
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Just letting my followers know that my new young adult book “Music Score” is free on Amazon.com today.
I’d love you to read it and leave feedback.