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Playing 'What if'

Like most writers I get asked a lot where my inspiration comes from. The answer is simple. Everywhere. I'm insanely curious (ask any of my friends, they'll tell you I drive them nuts with incessant questions) and I'm an addicted people watcher. My favourite spot in any cafe or restaurant is where I can see people.

And, as soon as I've noted what they're wearing, I'm already wondering what their stories are. Who are they, what do they do, where are they going after this? Do they have partners...that guy over there, well he just HAS to be a werewolf...etc etc. And the what if game takes shape (warning: playing the what if game in public often leads to scribblage on restaurant napkins. Make sure they're paper. Places get awfully tetchy if you try and walk out with their linen napkins.)

The what if game doesn't just extend to people watching. Oh no, I also play it with pictures. Especially, since I'm a cover artist, stock images. Last night for example, I was reviewing stock sites for a cover assignment I have and got lost in all the pictures, my tiny mad brain going ten to the dozen as I was looking. Here's a couple of my favourites.

Brawny guy in hat kind with back.
© Photographer: Frugo | Agency: Dreamstime.com

Sexy torso
© Photographer: Stryjek | Agency: Dreamstime.com

Both just grab my attention visually and from a writers perspective. (huh, I just noticed as well both are b/w. Go figure) Perhaps I'll weave stories about them, the second already has a character just hovering on the edge of reach...


testing blog it!!

I'm over at Author Offerings!!

I'm not sure if I posted this link when it went up what with the mad whirl last week was so here it is :D Rie over at Author Offerings was kind enough to let me waffle on about my latest release Sunlight & Slavery...


Finally back and getting myself sorted

You know, I'm having one of *those* months. You know the kind, the ones where you tread water like mad but never actually get anywhere.

At least, it seems that way. But anyway, let me catch you up on the news. Sunlight & Slavery is out and I've had some fantastic reviews on that one which brings the biggest smile to my face imaginable. On the submissions side, I wrote a story, Faery Dust, for the Last Call series which was just accepted by Changeling Press *VBG* and I also have Hawk's Warden out which I've got my fingers crossed for.

On the writing side, I'm just in the middle of the third in the Moonlight & Magic series, Deception & Desire, but took time out to go away this weekend with the family. I did mean to get some writing done but, for some reason, whenever it looked like I might get the laptop out, brat wanted to snuggle or read a story, or have a nap with Mummy. Naps with toddlers rule big time, even if you do get dribbled on and they snore in your ear. She's normally past the nap stage now but with all we were doing she was worn out and... you know? I really missed nap times with her. When she was tiny we used to snuggle down on the bed at one o'clock and have a sleep. It was nice. Probably why I always get sleepy at one now though...

Sunlight & slavery: out now!!

Sunlight & Slavery

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance

Series: Moonlight & Magic

guard things. Fact of life. Knuckles, head doorman of Moonlight &
Magic, leads a simple life. People cause trouble, he talks to them.
People continue to cause trouble and he proves how squishable most
races are compared to a creature hewn out of stone. Knuckles doesn't do

Until he rescues Neri, a fragile human
woman, quite literally from a fate worse than death. Can a Gargoyle
fall in love? Can a human woman make the leap of faith required to
accept him for what he is?





Messages across the years

I don't often tell people but I am fascinated by where I came from. Not geographically, although that's just as interesting in some respects, but from a people point of view. Who my ancestors were and that sort of thing. Not necessarily hundreds and hundreds of years ago but relatively recently. One of my recurrent 'what if's' is the thought of meeting say my grandmother at my age and having a chat and a cup of tea with her, my great grandmother (the original Mina Carter) and so forth.

The whole idea fascinates me, I mean, I know names and dates... I know where these people fit into the family tree but I don't KNOW them. I have my memories of my grandmother, but they're a child's memories and likewise my mother's memories of my great-grandmother (who died before I was born). But I think it would be wonderful to know them as people, find out what made them tick, try and see things in them that were passed down to me.

They passed on a lot. From someone I got the ability to make ice-cream. Real, thick, creamy homemade ice-cream. It's something I didn't think anything of until someone else told me there was a knack to it, so someone gave me that. I can shoot - used to be a markswoman (which has lapsed because guns in britian after Dunblane, not so easy now) - which I get from someone else. Hard to tell that one actually since both sides of my family have immense military connections. One of my grandfathers was an explosives expert but I've never tried blowing anything up. You never know, I might be good at that too! So lots of little things that I can do, or find easy to learn and I'd love to know where that ability came from. I can pretty much make anything with my hands, so perhaps that's the skill rather than the individual abilities themselves, perhaps it's just an umbrella thing.

Anyway, messages through time.

I keep a book for my daughter. It has photos, the tags from when she was born, little momento's through her life. And I add letters everynow and then, catching her up with where we are and whatnot as though I am talking to her across the years when she is at the age I am now. Telling her all the little things she does that make me smile, recounting stories and how I feel. It sometimes something I feel silly doing, I don't know why but it's something I feel I need to do. So *touch wood* if anything ever goes wrong and she's without us then she can look back and see how much she is loved.

Well, I felt silly about it until today.

I went down to my fathers office to collect some paperwork from there and whilst I was there I picked up an old book. It's a book of fairytales that's been on the shelf in there for years. It was mine from my childhood and I wanted to get it to start reading them to my daughter. Out of habit I opened it up to look in the fly-leaf and there's a message written there I had forgotten all about. It's from my grandmother, to me. It says...

"To Heidi-Sue
From Granny
Happy Birthday
I love you

It's written in capitals, each letter in a different coloured pen and it has three crossed out spelling mistakes. My grandmother wasn't the most literate of people so I know just that simple note must have taken her an age. It brought a tear to my eye because it's my birthday again soon and even though this note must be nigh on thirty years old, it means as much now - possibly more - than it did when the book was originally given.

That's right, Moira Rogers is at it again with the fantastic contests!! Get hooked on a series is the latest over at http://moirarogers.com/?q=node/347.

There's 50 books up for grabs, each the first book in a series. There's some seriously interesting looking books on there, so go take a look, see what strikes your fancy... *wanders off to put her own entry in*