Tuesday, April 22, 2014


All  is peaceful and quiet after the celebration of Easter and its meaning. Back to writing, Phyllis. I have written 12,000 words and decided it was time to really get to know my characters. This always happens to me. I start writing the story and characters emerge and make their presence felt. Then the time comes when I must get to know those characters, who they are, how did they become who they are, did they fall afoul of problems in their life's journey, how did they get to become the character about whom I started writing.

There are three main characters in my book. Phyllis who is 39 years old, divorced. She's a chartered accountant. Has her own home.

Jake Bennett who has suddenly reappeared in Phyllis's life. More about him later.

Angie, six years old, a foundling, whom Jake found wandering on the road side.. Phyllis is forced to to care for Angie when Jake becomes seriously ill and ends up in hospital. Angie is a very bright child. She is a gifted artist for someone so young. She ran away from an abusive mother. It's a mystery to me (the author of this story) how Angie survived for several weeks before Jake picked her up. That I must think about. There is something about Angie - what is it?

Mr. Livingstone has walked into my story and I haven't a clue what to do with him. He's a Shaman, I think. He wants to help Phyllis but she doesn't want his help. Let's think of him as a skilled hypnotist who can tame a rowdy bunch of squawking, wing flapping geese,.

Four characters and the only one I'm sure about if Phyllis. I've been writing a short bio of Phyllis to get to know her better.

Until Jake returns to consciousness all I know about him is what Angie tells me.

There you have it. A story quite different from anything I've written before.

Please buy my books. THE GHOST WRITER MYSTERY is available for purchase from Smashwords, and is also available at ibooks. Price: $1.99.

Also my romance novels available in e-format and trade paperback. A VERY DIFFICULT MAN. ISABELLE'S DIARY.  ISABELLE'S STORY. .RING AROUND THE MOON. TOO YOUNG TO DIE 

Wednesday, April 16, 2014


Yesterday I mentioned the Peace Prayer of St. Francis.

"Lord, make an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow loves; where there is injury, pardon;

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive; it is pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life."

Take what appeals to  you from the prayer.

In past blogs I printed the Legend of the Hummingbird. Here it is again.

Legends say that Hummingbirds float free of time, carrying our hopes for love, joy and celebration.
The hummingbird's delicate grace reminds us that life is rich, beauty is everywhere, every personal connection has meaning and that laughter is life's sweetest creation.

Back to everyday things. I attended a lecture by a Shakespeare scholar on Richard III. I felt my brain shifting into high gear. It was enlightening to have a play analyzed - not too much -but to show how Richard played to the audience to have them understand who he was, etc.

I'm sending one of my unpublished romance novels to be formatted for Smashwords. I'll need a cover. No point having a manuscript lying around when it could be out there in the e-published world.

THE GHOST WRITER MYSTERY. If you are a Mac user you can buy my book at ibooks. Otherwise go to Smashwords and find my story.


Monday, April 14, 2014


If there are living souls out there who might cast an eye on my blog, go to Smashwords and by my e-published book, THE GHOST WRITER MYSTERY. Cost $1.99 I will send happy vibes  as you download my book.

And so to other sad topics. The murder of Jewish people in Kansas as they prepared for Passover. What is it with hatred of Jews? They are a proud and resourceful people who have suffered at the hands of Christians for centuries.

I thought we Christians preached love and forgiveness. Seems we forget the basic teachings of Jesus to love one another. And God is reported to have replied,: "As I have loved you."

In Canada Jewish schools are targeted by witless thugs who probably can't read or write and have never read the Bible. How can hatred of the Jewish people continue generation after generation? It makes no sense to me. How can you hate something you do not know or understand?

Please enjoy this Passover time with Jews and Christians alike. And as Christians, (we seem to be the worst perpetrators) let us love and care for on another. Soon we will be celebrating Easter, let's make it a time of loving and caring for the Jewish people living in our midst.

On to another topic. I am writing a book that is taking me into strange happenings. I feel as if the story is intent on writing it's own content. Yesterday - no point in going into too many details but I came cross the prayer of St. Francis. I meant to download it before I started writing my blog to-day. I think it starts, "make me a channel of your peace..."

I'll print it. It is a beautiful meditation on prayer.


Saturday, April 5, 2014



My book, THE GHOST WRITER MYSTERY, is published by Smashwords.com. It's an e-book ready for downloading on your e-reading device. The cost, $1.99. Make me happy and buy a copy. The story is fascinating and the cover is beautiful.

I loved writing the book, a radical change from writing my romance novels. It was fun and challenging. Imagine Ghost as one of the protagonists. You never see or hear Ghost. Ghost had a notion to write ghostly memoirs and needed a Ghost Writer. Lucky for Ghost, Liz Stanley, a published author, arrived  at the retirement residence for a short stay.

But Ghost sensed a dark aura over the residence. Something was amiss.  Liz's neighbor was murdered. Ghost and Liz, an intrepid pair of sleuths, set about searching for clues leading to the murder. What they found was more than they bargained for; Illegal drug dealing, diamond smuggling and money laundering. Bad news for the sleuths and worse to come.

Are you tempted buy? Go ahead. $1.99.

In the meantime my romance novels continue to sell. A VERY DIFFICULT MAN.  ISABELLE'S DIARY.  ISABELLE'S STORY.  RING AROUND THE MOON.  TOO YOUNG TO DIE.

They are available in trade paperback and as e-books. ISABELLE has been published as a stand alone copy of the two Isabelle stories. It has a very handsome cover. Buy it as a gift for a reader in  your family or for a friend or for your grandmother or a great aunt, if they are  young at heart they'll enjoy ISABELLE.

I am delighted to have written another book in a totally different genre. It was heaps of fun. So download a copy of, THE GHOST WRITER MYSTERY.


Sunday, March 30, 2014


Seems a long time since I last blogged. I wanted to find people interested in the topic of aging. It happens to all of us, kings, queens. dukes and duchesses. You can let a few wrinkles bother you or make more by laughing at yourself. We do have choices. We can be sad or happy. Depressed or  optimistic. It's about dealing with life and how to live it.

Comments. Please.

Depressing article in The times Colonist, our Vancouver Island Newspaper. "SENIORS' HIDDEN DISEASE: DEPRESSION." Suicide among older men is not uncommon. Loneliness is a big issue. "Get out more." Easier said than done if you're basically a shy person who finds it hard to make friends or to mix in a group at a retirement residence. So much depends on your basic personality. And there may be financial difficulties and no way of earning extra money.

We hear so much about thinking ahead to retirement and making sure you'll have enough money to live comfortably. May not luxuriously but comfy.

Because I'm basically an optimistic person I find it difficult to get into the mind of someone how sees black when I see white or red or blue. I had lunch recently with an acquaintance who told me she was depressed, had been since her husband died two years ago. Our lives are never perfect. Loved ones die. How to get over the loss? Make a decision to do so.

Recovering from a devastating loss, the death of a child, for instance, isn't easy, but has to be done or stay stuck in the grief. And what is the point of that? Someone please tell me.

Enough of that. Sort it out and send a comment. Is there one single living soul out there who might come across my blog and comment, good or bad.

Could not walk this morning, strong wind and white caps on the sea . It's after two o'clock and I've lost the desire to put on my walking shoes, put on my coat and cap, grab my walking stick and take off. I walked the halls of the building where I live, that has to do for Sunday, March 30, 2014.



Friday, March 28, 2014


Aging. I am aging too fast. Soon I'll be falling over the edge into immortality. Where there are no computers. No tired brain. Just me tuning my harp and singing loud and long.

Aging. A new movie called, Le Week-End. "Hard-headed look at 30-year marriage earns rave reviews." Here's a quote from the news paper article from the movie director, Roger Michell.
"I think old people are getting younger and old people have more time on their hands than they used..." 

Old people as described in the film are more ambitious for their lives. They want a third act in their lives, which they can now have."

My third act is to continue writing as long as the spirit moves me and fresh ideas spring to life in the stories I'm writing. I am blessed with good health now. I am blessed with a loving family. I  take long walks.

Now if I get my Ghost Writer Mystery e-published I will be renewed and will take some time off waiting for sales. If anyone is out there, watch for my news. I'll puts news on my Blog and on my Twitter account.

To go back to the beginning. If I sing loud and long the angels may beat their wings at me to shut me up.

 In the meantime, continue buying my books. I do love those small royalty cheques. (English spelling) that come in once a month.




Wednesday, March 26, 2014


I am losing my grip on reality trying to down load my mystery novel to Smashwords.Inc.

Just one damned thing after another and I'm about ready to pitch in the towel and go to Amazon.com with my handsome book cover and let them have my manuscript to do with what they will.

That's my miserable rant for to-day. After playing Duplicate Bridge yesterday evening I watched the news at nine o'clock. Suddenly rain is bashing against my front window. I get up to look out. There's a roaring gale blowing. More winter type storm than spring. I wake up this morning and all is calm and peaceful. Where did such a sudden storm come from? We are having weird weather.

But my family living in the Toronto area are having much much worse. Warm spring temperatures have not arrived, instead it's -13 at night!  I wonder if the Arctic ice is freezing? Or is the cold sitting on southern Canada and the northern United States?

Oops.I am supposed to be concentrating on AGING in my blog to lure interested thinkers. As I mentioned earlier, life is a terminal illness. Forget calling living an illness. Life terminates whether we like it or not. The best we can do is the "best we can do." Exercise if  you can. Laugh as often as you can. Smile at strangers. Some will smile back. Others might not. Too bad for them. A smile is like a loving pat on the back. Read a lot if you like to and your eyes are up to the task.

I read three newspapers a day - skim bits and pieces, of course. But the news is so bad. The mud slide in Washington State is a horror story and it's not over yet. I feel for the men and women digging through the mud and debris.

Then there's the missing plane and the search for it in the Indian Ocean. And the Russians playing hard ball in the Crimea and so on and so on.

My son just phoned. He calls every day. Such a lovely man. All the men in my family are loving. So on that happy note I shall go somewhere.


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