Saturday, February 14, 2015


This is Valentine's Day and here is a wonderful opportunity to heal the heart of a darling little boy.

The baby,  Grant Weaver and his mother fell into a fast flowing, freezing cold river on Vancouver Island on January 30. Passersby got the baby out of the water in 25 minutes. He was rushed to hospital where he is making a slow recovery from the ordeal. His mother died. His father remains at the baby's side, night and day.

When I saw the baby's picture in the Times Colonist newspaper, a beautiful baby with his eyes closed and narrow tubes up his nose and down his throat my eyes filled with tears. A fund raising campaign has started. I have contributed. Can you help out, it's easy.

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Grant is making progress. Isn't that wonderful? Please help out if you can. Help mend his heart.

This is VALENTINE'S DAY with hearts and flowers and chocolates galore.

Onward to my writing. I'm enjoy writing my Lady Mary mystery. Little gems of ideas pop into my head so I have to backtrack to where they'll fit in. Writing is fun, especially when it's going well, not to much fun when I'm blocked. Doesn't happy often. Mostly when I'm tired and need a break. A fast walk by the sea, breathing wonderful fresh air revives my spirits.

When I say,"fast walk," I mean "fast" for me. I take account of my age and let nature do the rest. I can stop and look for humming birds, the ones that winter here.

The daffodils are in full bloom as are the flowering trees lining many of the streets in Victoria. Absolutely gorgeous.

I'll download the first page of another of my books, either Isabelle's Diary or A Very Difficult Man.

Anita Birt

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Blogging about books - Anita Birt

I received books for my birthday, February 2, and have to find room for them in one of my book cases, a daunting task. Stuck in the back I found a book I borrowed from my Welsh nephew. "Song of the Earth," by Alexander Cordell. Never open an old book and start reading. I am hooked again on the book. I am also reading "Good Morning. Midnight by Reginald Hill. and The New Yorker arrived this morning. And I have the new books to read.

I'm feeling a bit over whelmed. Do you ever get t he feeling there are not enough hours in the day? I made a New Year's Resolution to write a minimum of 500 words a day. As soon as I finish this blog I shall write my 500 words to My Lady Mary Mystery, "Murder on the Canal Boat."

I also have flowers sent for my birthday, some are growing in their pots and need my attention. I am distracted.

Did anyone rush out and buy, "Too Young to Die," after I posted the first paragraph. Or did you purchase, "Ring Around The Moon," when you were hooked on the first paragraph? I'll know when my royalty cheques arrive in the mail. Both books are page turners.

I am away to write my 500 words.


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.

Monday, January 5, 2015


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.


"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?

Tuesday, December 23, 2014


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

Monday, December 15, 2014


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.


Saturday, December 6, 2014


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