My first encounter with one of Aimee’s stories was with Isle of Sensuality, which I absolutely loved. Monster of Fame was equally a great read, with characters you can empathise with and vivid settings. The story centres around a talent show, similar to the likes of ‘X Factor’. Funnily enough I’m not a fan of these TV shows but Aimee’s novel follows the lives of one contestant and one of the judges, their backgrounds and their end goals and how these issues conflict with their journey during the contest and ultimately, their relationship. I know when a story has got inside my head, when I find myself wondering how the characters are getting on and picture them as though I’m catching up on a television series. Monster of Fame is the first in The Price Of Fame series and is a lovely heart-warming (not to mention steamy) story and I’m already looking forward to the next in the series, Never Say Never.
As promised, I’ve just uploaded the third chapter of The Gateway.
At present, I’m not planning to post any more chapters on the blog, but will be posting some snippets and extracts as I continue the editing process, which I hope will keep your interest until I decide on my publishing route.
If you’ve not read the first two chapters of The Gateway, or if you want to refresh your memory of what has happened so far, you can do so here.
Or, if you’ve got a great memory, you can find the next installment – Chapter Three – on this link here.
I also have a Pinterest board which I’ll be using for research purposes and adding to as I progress through the story. Pop over and take a look if you have time.
Please feel free to comment, I’d love to hear what you think.
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
As her first novel, Scottish Indie Author Lacey Dearie has created an entertaining read with The Tangled Web. With laugh-out-loud sections and a colourful spectrum of characters, I enjoyed this book which is a fun story, interwoven with several sub-plots. The book is cleverly constructed to include blogs, subsequent comments and email interactions, which are intertwined within the main body of the book. For me, as a reader who gets bored with too much detail, Lacey describes her scenes well, imparting just enough information to allow you to fill in the blanks and see the setting within your mind’s eye.
I would recommend this book for anyone who enjoys chick-lit with humour and characters whose mistakes and choices mirror those we sometimes make in real life.
They say writing can be a lonely occupation, and when you’re at home all day with a little one it’s essential to have something outside of that, or you face going stir-crazy from the lack of adult company. So after some searching on the internet for something suitable, I decided to join a writers group last week.
I almost didn’t make it to the Northampton Writers Group. I had it in my mind that I wouldn’t be able to find the group’s location and was convinced that I would end up trudging back home in a foul temper from a failed mission – which was to find an outlet for my adult self, away from the fun yet challenging world of motherhood. I was already running slightly late and beginning to worry a little about my lateness, however I arrived in the town with five minutes to spare. I ran down the dank, dull stair case of the multi-storey car park then spilled out on to the electric-lit street and was swept up by hordes of people making their way up the road. Almost everyone was protected by an umbrella and as the fizzy droplets of rain began to soak into my hair, I realised the weather was a lot worse than I had perceived. I marched my way up past the theatre, leaving the wave of night-lifers behind as they entered, only to be met with an oncoming sea of more people. As I dodged my way through them, a sharp sting shot through my toe and I yelped, lifting my injured foot instinctively, before ducking into a doorway out of the rain to investigate the source of the attack. I looked around me; it was cold, it was raining, it was dark. And here I was stood in a doorway with one boot off, looking soggy and bedraggled. Perhaps this wasn’t the best time to remove my sock. I pulled at the material around my toe to no avail, whatever had caused me to flinch wasn’t going to reveal itself so I replaced my boot and continued to storm through the weather, which was getting worse. Droplets of water were beginning to gather at the ends of my fringe; before long it would be dripping from the end of my nose. I used the side of my foot while walking to avert any further embedding of the offending foreign object, and ploughed through town, earning myself some rather strange looks for my hurried hobbling. With the greatest relief, the shops were in sight and I knew my destination couldn’t be far away, the details of the whereabouts of the meet at the forefront of my mind. I walked. Then I walked some more. And I walked, and I walked, desperate for shelter as I felt the puddles begin to filter through my boots. My foot began to throb from the effort of walking at an angle and the sting in my toe was spreading with an unpleasant heat. Just as I was about to turn around and head back to the comfort and safety of my car, my destination revealed itself like a light at the end of the tunnel, as if someone above had cast a light on the building to show me sanctuary. Never more pleased to see an unfamiliar dwelling, I hobbled round the house looking for a way in, slightly perturbed at the lack of notices or lights coming from inside. After trying a dark, uninviting front door, I located a door at the side of the building, which miraculously opened for me, where I was greeted (and clearly expected) by the chair-person of the group – Morgen Bailey – and welcomed inside. With the introductions out the way and me dripping all over the floor, I apologised for my drowned-rat appearance and swiftly excused myself as I ducked into the rest room to dry myself off and inspect my wound, where I found… a thorn in my toe. How it got there is irrelevant. The fact that I soldiered on through pain, doubt and pouring rain to get to my destination was probably the most liberating thing I had done all week.
I met a wonderful group of warming, welcoming writers, where we listened, read our work (apart from me who arrived totally unprepared) and paused for a cuppa, a chat and a custard cream (very thoughtfully provided by another member). I’m so glad I ignored my inner doubts and forced myself to go.
Next week is an Easter theme, for which I’ve written a poignant poem and am looking forward to getting some feedback. For anyone who is thinking of joining a writers group, I strongly recommend it. You’ll meet some wonderful, like-minded, down-to-earth characters. After all, we all need that little bit of something for ourselves.
I was very honoured to receive not one, but two nominations for this award, from awesome paranormal romance author Lindsay J. Pryor and comical blogger/romantic fiction author Incy Black, who has recently signed with Entangled Publishing. Lindsay has nominated me for this blog, and Incy has nominated me for the Rambling Writer blog, so I’ll post this entry on both.
A few simple rules apply to this award as follows:
The Very Inspiring Blogger Award:
- Display the award logo on your blog.
- Link back to the person who nominated you.
- State 7 things about yourself.
- Nominate other bloggers (the number seems to vary) for this award and link to them.
So, seven random facts about me:
- My parents told me to be sensible about my education when I was growing up, so I gained a GNVQ in Business and Finance – and subsequently spent most of my life working in customer service.
- I hate working in customer service and intend to succeed as a writer, so I never have to go back there.
- I lived and worked in Bermuda for six months and almost became a very well paid Executive Assistant for a well-known law firm.
- I recently went back to work full time (in customer service) after having my daughter, then five months later wondered what the hell I was doing, so quit the job to concentrate on looking after her and building my writing career.
- And the fun stuff.. I have a very embarrassing video of me starring as Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz school play, which despite my attempts to ‘lose’ keeps coming back to haunt me.
- When I was in college I got thrown out of a lecture for suspected pot smoking because I couldn’t stop laughing (when in fact I used to suffer from hysterics on a regular basis, and let’s face it – everything is funnier when you’re not allowed to laugh).
- I once dated two men at the same time with the same name (although technically, one of them was having some time out, but then I married the other one).
So now I will hand over to the following bloggers, who I personally have found to be a great inspiration:
Thanks for reading 🙂