Friday, January 23, 2015

Blogging my books - Anita Birt

My romance novel, RING AROUND THE MOON. First page

Beth glanced at the clock on the dash as she pulled into the parking space beside Quest Cottage. Midnight.

The drive from Heathrow airport had been hell on wheels. Bumper to bumper traffic on the motorway had delayed her planned arrival  in Cornwall. Achingly tired, she cut the engine, rolled her shoulders to get rid of the crick in her neck and got out of the car.

Bathed in the silvery glow of a full moon, the thatched cottage was fairy-tale beautiful with a trellised front porch laden with summer roses. Faint traces of their scent lingered on the still night air. Flower filled window boxes trailed blooms from the ledges of two windows set deep in the whitewashed walls. Behind he curtains, welcoming light gleamed.

Cool. She wouldn't have to poke around in darkened rooms feeling for switches. She'd make tea and have something to eat before getting her suitcases from the car. The estate agent handling the rental had promised to stock the cottage with food and Beth's longing for a thirst-quenching cup of tea had passed the point of no return.

Patting her stomach she whispered to her baby. "I've got to remember I'm eating for two and I'm starving." Her whispered words drifted into a silence so intense she could hear herself breathe.

Life had stirred for the first time on the flight from the States and Beth hoped the little one didn't feel as jet-lagged, lightheaded and hungry as she did.

Filled with mellow thoughts of thatched cottages the promise of restful days ahead she lifted the latch on the gate.
Rusty hinges squeaked as she pushed through. Key in hand she hurried up the flagstone path to the door.

"Elizabeth is it really you?" A man's questioning voice shattered the silent night.

Buy my book and read my time travel romance. RING AROUND THE MOON. It's a page turner.

www.anitabirt.com


Monday, January 5, 2015

ANITA BIRT'S - NOTE BOOK

TOO YOUNG TO DIE - A mystery/murder/romance all in one book. Here's how the book starts:

"Keep singin' lady." The armed man sitting across from Ellie in the nursery casually pointed his assault rifle at her.

Ellie cuddled the whimpering baby and tried unsuccessfully, to stay cool and remember the words of the old nursery rhyme. "Rock-a-bye baby, on the..." Her voice cracked on the first line.

"Sing."

"Can't sing. Can't breathe. Throat's too dry. Can I get a drink of water from the bathroom?"

He shambled to his feet. "Don't move. I don't hurt ladies and babies."

"Then what the hell are  you doing here?" Ellie shifted Nicki from one arm to the other and gulped air into her oxygen-deprived lungs.

"Don't give me that crap. You're up to  your neck in this, same as the rest." He slung the weapon under his arm. "Sing to the kid while I get you a drink."

"I can't."

"Do it. Keep the kid quiet." He lowered his brows. His eyes sank into the folds of scar tissue. "Sing about the mocking bird, you sang it before."

Ellie cleared her tense throat. "Hush little baby, don't  you cry...that one?"

He nodded and propped his beefy shoulder against the door. "My old lady used to sing it to my little sister."

The gorilla had a human mother. Hard to believe he hadn't come fully formed from the lab of a mad scientist.

That's the first page of TOO YOUNG TO DIE  Buy my book. Ellie has to save the baby. But how?

www.anitabirt.com

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

ANITA BIRT'S - NOTE BOOK

Are  you still there the countless readers of my blog who are too shy to comment or too busy to type a comment or too weary of this world to do anything.

IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS and we are supposed to be full of good cheer, liquid or otherwise. Liquid is better. It works fast.

We are having west coast winter weather, grey skies and lots of rain, not very cold and that is a comfort. No snow to shovel so we are blessed in that regard.

The book I'm writing is coming along. My daily output is slow so I'm trying to write at lease two pages a day or three when the spirit moves me. When I was much  younger and writing romance I'd write for three to four hours daily. Age is taking its toll but I'm blessed to write at all.

A cozy English mystery. I"m not editing myself as I write. This is a first draft for goodness sake, I'm not expecting a miracle to surface and do the writing for me.

If this was a proper blog I'd deal with a topic engaging readers. I have stepped back from life and find many topics of limited interest.

Big News! Luke Magnotta has been charged with murder and sentenced to life in prison. It took the 12 jurors seven days to reach a decision. The case was complicated. Read about it or watch it on television if you're a Canadian.

I'm away. Have a pleasant holiday. Take time to sit back and think about who you are and how you became who  you are.

Anita Birt
www.anitabirt.com

Monday, December 15, 2014

ANITA BIRT'S - NOTE BOOK

Alas this blog is dying an indecent death through lack of interest on my part  and the absolute absence of  comments from someone - anyone - a talking gorilla, any comment is welcome. So before I consign this blog to a blog grave on which will be written, "No one cared so I'm going to the great  blog heaven in the sky."

Christmas is fast approaching. Are you ready?

I urge you to give copies of my romance novels to the woman in  your who likes to curl up with a good read while you pour her a glass of chilled white wine or a gin and tonic or a Scotch on the wrongs or a hot toddy made with whisky, a squeeze of lemon, a little brown sugar and pour in boiling water, just enough! Don't drown the Scotch.

A VERY DIFFICULT MAN, a historical romance.

ISABELLE'S DIARY, a contemorary  romance

ISABELLE'S STORY,  historical romance linked to ISABELLE'S DIARY

RING AROUND THE MOON , a time travel romance. Very romantic!

TOO YOUNG TO DIE - a page turner involving a nanny, a baby and thugs threatening to kill both of them. It's a romance! Enjoy its twists and turns.

For to-day my Blog lives but it will die unless you send in a comment. I feel like Tinkerbell in Peter Pan. Remember when we thought she was dying. If we wanted Tinkerbell to live we had to clap our hands!! I clapped like mad so did my children and grandchildren.

Save my blog. Send in a comment.

Anita
www.anitabirt.com

Saturday, December 6, 2014

ANITA BIRT'S - NOTE BOOK

My blog to-day is about feet. Your feet, my feet, all God's children's feet. Give a thought to your feet. I thought abut my feet a couple of days ago and wondered at the miracle of my feet. I walked when I was a year old, I walk on the same feet to-day. Think about that.

My feet are no longer things of beauty but they still work and don't crave a lot of attention. I think of all the places I've lived and all the places I've visited. Did you trod jungle tracks? Snowy mountains. Farmed an acre or two. Climbed trees. Hung upside down on railings. Ran from a bully. Kicked a football. Jumped rope. Tip toed watching for Santa. Danced in high heels.

Imagine the working feet of a ballerina.

Have a look at your feet before you go to bed. Sit on the bed and hold a foot. Examine it and wonder at the miracle of that foot . Examine the other one and think about where it has been and what it has experienced.

Feet develop hurtful things like bunions, corns, hammer toes and sundry other ills but with care they will still do what they are supposed to do. Stand up! Walk!

How are  your feet? Have you noticed them to-day? Acknowledge the miracle of your feet.
As I'm typing I'm wiggling my feet in my shoes. Same feet I started with over ninety years ago.
Still working. Still taking me on long walks. I think of them as miracles.

Think about your feet.

I leave you thinking. 

Anita Birt
 www,anitabirt.com




Monday, December 1, 2014

ANITA BIRT'S - NOTE BOOK

So much to think about and without the ways and means to do anything about it. Gwyn Morgan has an article in the Globe and Mail titled. "Maybe it's time to rewire and unplug the next generation."

Are young people? Can they Internet addicted? Are they distracted by their gadgets to the extant they have lost the skill of thinking clearly and solving problems. Are their brains trained to think in bits and pieces?  I quote from the column. "It's dangerous from a social standpoint because constantly distracted people who are incapable of long-form thinking will have difficulty managing their lives."

"Business in a globally competitive world requires  undivided focus, analytical accuracy, creative problem solving, innovative thinking and team working skills."

Did that make you think?

Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat, please put a penny in the old man's, if you haven't got a penny,  a ha'penny will, do if you haven't got a ha'penny, God Bless You.

An old poem that just popped into my head.

Buy my books on line. Give your friends a treat. All my books are available in trade paperback.

 A VERY DIFFICULT MAN.  ISABELLE'S DIARY.  ISABELLE'S STORY.  RING AROUND THE MOON.  TOO YOUNG TO DIE.

The Isabelle books are available in a stand alone book -  ISABELLE. A contemporary and historical romance novel. A great gift.

Anita
www.anitabirt.com


Thursday, November 20, 2014

ANITA BIRT'S - NOTE BOOK

Have you done your Christmas book shopping? For the women in your life who enjoy reading well written romance novels, I suggest you give them a treat, wrapped up under the tree one of them will find, A VERY DIFFICULT MAN, a historical romance. It takes place in an English country mansion, 1865 but all is not peaceful and quiet. A wounded soldier returned from the Crimea does not want a companion foisted on him by his worried family. A female? Probably belongs to the Temperance Union. He makes her life as miserable as possible but she fights back.

My book is selling well in England. I promise your friend a great read.

Now back to the present time. Already the shops are dressed for Christmas. It's important to order your books early so they will arrive for Christmas but isn't November a bit early for Christmas trees with jiggling bells and candles flickering? They've already had the Santa Claus parade in Toronto so the one in Victoria will not be far behind.

I think my granddaughter Melissa will have a difficult time keeping three year old Willa from spinning like a top as she listens to Christmas songs.

My little Great Granddaughter in England is too little to figure out what's going on. She's been to London but the Queen wasn't in. I wonder if she saw the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace?

Must go and write in my diary and think about the review I must write for Richard Flanagan's book, The Narrow Road to the Deep North. It won The Man Booker Prize for fiction. I recommend it.

Anita Birt
www.anitabirt.com