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Retreating to Peace Countdown @PeaceNovellas

Counting down #Retreatingtopeace

I have just drafted and finished Devan Coultrie’s Thanksgiving story. I will be writing his Christmas story once I have had another cup of tea and some lunch.  All being well, I will post Devan’s Thanksgiving story when it is officially made public in the coming week. Be sure to check out the Peace Novella Series Page for all things Peace.

This will be his first Christmas Stateside, so I will be reflecting on what it might be like and for him to be so far away from his friends and family.

If you take a look at the Halloween and Diwali stories, you will be able to get a flavour of who Devan is and what is world in Peace, Montana looks likes to him.

Don’t forget, Devan does actually have his own FB page!

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(Does that image remind you of anyone?)

Devan Coultrie was at a loss. His world had been shaken, his heart fractured and emptied by death. In search of a way to heal and shake of the damage, Devan sticks a pin a map with the intention of going wherever it lands. Leaving the shores of the United Kingdom, he ends up Stateside, deep in the heart of Montana. With all of his worldly possessions, Devan drives into Peace and onto a plot to land to start life over.

Like him, the farm and its acreage is downbeat, derelict and defeated. When Aditi Rao arrives in Peace, Devan’s plans for himself and his home are disrupted. He has history with Aditi and she’d quite like to write another chapter. Can he show Aditi that his retreat to Peace is more than just a plot of land and on a different continent? Can he find a way to share his home, his heart and a new beginning?

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Click on the linked image above to pre-order your copy!

If you happen to be a book worm, a blogger and a kindle-owner, did you know about the Peace Reader group on FB?

If you head to the Peace Reader Group ;join, you will get access to ARC’s and other information. It would be fabulous to see people be part of the Peace Community.

The one request?

Review what you read and help spread the word about this rather nice writing project. 

 

PRE-ORDER! Retreating To Peace @PeaceNovella #RTP #PeaceSeries

Ring the alarm and hold the front page!

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Remember that writing project?

The one that I have talking about, posting bits and pieces about. The one with the romance novella, a whole group of fabulous authors and place called Peace in Montana?

Well, here you go!

This is the cover. Yes, it flies in the face of the whole ‘not putting humans on my cover’ argument, but a girl can change her mind!

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Devan Coultrie was at a loss. His world had been shaken, his heart fractured and emptied by death. In search of a way to heal and shake of the damage, Devan sticks a pin a map with the intention of going wherever it lands. Leaving the shores of the United Kingdom, he ends up Stateside, deep in the heart of Montana. With all of his worldly possessions, Devan drives into Peace and onto a plot to land to start life over.

Like him, the farm and its acreage is downbeat, derelict and defeated. When Aditi Rao arrives in Peace, Devan’s plans for himself and his home are disrupted. He has history with Aditi and she’d quite like to write another chapter. Can he show Aditi that his retreat to Peace is more than just a plot of land and on a different continent? Can he find a way to share his home, his heart and a new beginning?

 

The title will be formally released as an ebook in January 2018. Paperbacks are scheduled for Mid-April 2018.

Make sure you get your e-copy and pre-order today

 

Season’s end: A reflective review #gdnbloggers

2017 started with chaos and carnage. My poly tunnel fell victim to unseasonably strong gusts and was rendered kaput. Still hasn’t been fixed.

In real life, I was one third of the way through the first year of a level four counselling diploma, there had been a family bereavement and this combined with a self imposed writing/publishing deadline and increased hours at work.

There were a lot of variables that all combined and made going to the allotment more challenging. This has not felt like a productive year; this has felt like a duff year, with nothing quite coming off as it should.

I did sow seeds, these became seedlings and I split them all with my mum for her plot. It all however felt very cumbersome, as though the universe and I were embroiled in some kind of psychological and physiological tug of war that defied the laws of physics to make time turn to grains of sand.

There simply wasn’t enough time or me to go around. I was focusing on the diploma and it’s process of transformation-still going, now in the second year-writing was and in there someplace, there are projects in the pipeline, some more immediate than others, I have decided not load my writing plate. Then there is the real job, the teaching job that I do three days a week; this ebbs, flows and keeps me going in a straight line.

What I have missed, what my brain and body have needed but not had, is the allotment. And Zumba, but this is another story.

Somewhere in there, is my allotment. My little piece of England, my eden, my demi paradise.

It doesn’t look so pretty, now does it?

If you’d been neglected, unloved and not had your potential actualised, I daresay that is what you might look like.

Over the summer, I did get asked, ‘Punam, what you doing, do you want me strimmer?’

As you might remember, I spent summer doing nothing. I was feeling very spent, as though my figurative lego bricks had been smashed to smithereens and I was trying to put myself back together again. I am still trying to do that!

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I am trying to resume course in the Captain’s chair to be in charge of my own figurative starship.

This includes the allotment.

At the moment, it looks awful; completely and utter derelict, it’s not in the best shape. I guess that reflects me, and the experience that I have had over the last nine months.

I haven’t been listening to myself as much as I should have, and this summer was about resting and taking the best care of myself that I could. My actualising tendency had been battered, bruised and broken in some part. The allotment is choking with bindweed, the raised beds need tidying up and the whole allotment needs to be rebuilt from scratch.

A lot like me, I guess.

The allotment is sizeable, 200 sq metres. It’s got its own micro-cosm, does what it wants, prefers to be negotiated with rather than told what it should do; it has a thing about experimenting, trying it’s best and doing what it can do, rather than what it can’t. It would rather have a go, learn it’s lessons and move on to do what makes it happy.

Remind you of anyone?

As the seasons change, and autumn arrives, my thoughts are still about rest, rejuvenation, about taking stock. In the autumn and winter, we have the natural cycle of things bearing fruit to then reaching the natural end. The allotment may not have done much this year, but it is now time for it to rest and recuperate. I have lots of tidying to do, and with foliage dying back, perhaps that will be easier to do.

That 200 sq metres does look intimidating. I do feel an overwhelming urge of ‘how the flip do I tidy you up, where am I meant to start, and do I have enough hours for you?’

I’m not giving it up, that’s for sure. I have no plans to walk about from this allotment plot. What I need to do, reconfigure things. Take one corner at a time, do one job at a time.

There is no rush.

Well, there might be, when the allotment secretary sends me a warning. He’s been pretty nice about it so far, given how there was some productivity.

There won’t be any breakage of the laws of physics; that never helped anyone, not Sherlock Holmes, Star Trek Captains or Buffy and Angel.

We’ll get there.

Hopefully.

 

Welcome to Peace #PeaceSeries

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Welcome to Peace, a new novella series that will be kicking off very soon!

It all started out with an idea had by S.H.Pratt.

A novella series set in Peace, Montana.

 

 

There was just something about this writing project that hit my radar, so I knocked on the door and asked if there was room for a little one. After the initial rites of initiation and double checking that I was who I proclaimed to be, I was let in and found myself part of a burgeoning group of extremely creative and talented writers that were working towards a very intriguing goal.

This couldn’t be more different could it, from tomatoes, courgettes and chillies?

That really is central to the whole premise of Peace. There are over a dozen writers from the whole spectrum of Indie authors world. Each author brings something different, unique and invigorating to the Peace Series. Even me, I think, with would-be green fingers, muddy wellingtons and inky pens with a mind of their own.

Kicking off from September, Peace starts to bloom-I have to place a gardening pun in there someplace-as the buds that have been forming since last October start to erupt and unfurl.  The first three covers have have been revealed; very soon the books will be released onto Kindles and eventually you will also be able to get your hands on paperbacks. (I do like a good paperback, me).

The first three books are written by A.H.Stagg, Krysi Foster and L.C. Fenton, and below you can find further details about the books and who wrote them.

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L.C.Fenton What Peace Remains

For further details about L.C.Fenton

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Krysi Foster Love in Peace

For further details about Krysi Foster

 

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A.H. Stagg Songs of Peace

For furher details about A.H.Stagg

I do hope to post more details as they are released. However,  if you want to have a look anyway, then please have a look at the Peace Novella Series website. I am hoping that you will, as there is also a Peace Readers group. If you click here,  and tell ’em I sent you! (Seriously, go, Peace needs you, all right?)

You can also find the Peace Series Facebook page, where all details will be posted in due course.

Also, if you happen to know about Thunderclap, you can help support the Peace Campaign. 

My own story is called ‘Retreating to Peace’. For now, I have to keep my counsel and can’t really let any cats out the bag. Yes, I know cliches. I can’t even give you any teasers.

What I can tell you, is that my story involves a character called Devan Coultrie and he has his own FB page. In fact, you will find that quite a few Peace characters do.

Oh, wait, I do have a teaser, just not my own!

This is for Peace in Flames, by the fabulous Caroline Andrus.

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There you have it, an introduction to Peace. In the coming months, I do hope to share more information about the releases whilst counting down to my own release in Spring 2018. In the meantime, go check out the website, you can also follow the @PeaceNovella handles on twitter and Instagram. Go say hello, they don’t bite!

Bank holiday blooms #gdnbloggers

I went to the allotment, thinking that I might be able to pull up the dead grass that has been lying around. That after yesterday, I might be able to continue, even if I did feel as though I had allotment ouchies all over the shop. Don’t get me wrong, it hurts and all over. It is however the sort of ouch you get from having exercised, and isn’t the flaming hot, cayenne pepper hot pain that comes from stress and anxiety. Off I went, and then I got distracted by the roses. Standing there and all pretty like.

 

I am very surprised by how strongly the roses have started off this year. In the space of ten days-perhaps less-I have collected three differently sized bouquets. I love my roses; they are low maintenance in my view, and yield a wonderful harvest without my having to fuss over them. I do feed them from time to time-when I remember-but otherwise, I then to coo over them, and enjoy them as cut flowers.

There have been many instances where I have described the beautiful zingy fresh lemon smell that wafts around the top part of the plot. That is probably the closest, human, verbose way of describing it, other than heavenly and ineffable. On the plot, there are thirty something rose bushes, making the one half resemble a rose garden. When the glads get going, there are is a riot of colour across the plot that breaks up the green. I feel that they are pretty, and whilst not edible, they have a wonderful aesthetic value as cut flowers. Each and every time that I take a bouquet home, I do wonder just how much they would have cost had I bought them. These are not diddy bouquets, and the roses are not the perfect Disn*y beauty and the beast sort. Some are dainty,  others are fuzzy, fluffy and sprawl all over.

Alas, the bank holiday ends; I got soaked through and need a cuppa. Several, I think. I was glad really, to  have had a good day on the plot yesterday. There is still stuff to do, grass to be cleared and seeds to be sown directly; will get to that all eventually. For now, I am going to get a cuppa, and try to choose which colouring book that I want to play with.

Roses First flush 2017 #gdnbloggers

All is not lost; the roses are coming!

 

I don’t meant the red and white ones on the standards of England, but the ones down the plot. These happen to be pink and red.

The month of May has finally decided to shape up and get warmer, and the blooms on the plot at starting to kick off. Roses and Gladioli are the plot favourites, and this is the first flush of the year. The gladioli are only just starting to peek through, and true to their name they appear blade like protruding through clay and raised beds. By now, I have usually sunk loads, and I might still do so. For now, I am over bowled and with the scent of lemons with a small clutch of roses sat on the kitchen window sill-I do most of my school work sat at the kitchen table so I do get to to enjoy it.

I was perhaps a bit over zealous, and have taken the first roses to come through. I will probably wait and let the next batch bloom and blow on the plot. When it is high summer-yes, I know it doesn’t happen often-there is a lovely, heady scent of zingy lemons that drifts around the plot. The blooms also produce bursts of colour that break up the green.

All really is not lost, and in the coming week I have lots of plot related stuff to do. With the bank holiday, the frost window in Birmingham closes so I will be endeavouring to sink tomatoes and squashes. There is also a shopping list, I really want to find some beans and spinach.

For now, happy Wednesday!

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Out thee horrid weeds #gdnbloggers

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Lately, I have spent a lot of time sat at the kitchen table writing. I spent all day Saturday there with my ink pen and notebook, so Sunday was going to be different. Today started with school work-School Work Sunday, as usual-and once that was done, I headed down to the plot.

It has been the mission for the last six weeks to actually remove the dead grass in the raised beds. With one thing and another, but mainly being busy with school work, I may have got a little way laid and lost some of my mojo. Well, the mojo has been low for a while, and I really want to revive it some what. With the grass getting yellower, it was a probably good idea to get rid of it.

 

The plan was to sort out one bed, but with Mum’s help four of the raised beds were cleared. I did the clearing, and Mum did the digging over. I am not really built to dig, but Mum sees no problem with it and followed me with the fork and spade to turn the soil over.  Thankfully, the grass came away fairly easily and now I have a canvas to plug tomatoes and squashes into.  There are three patches of open ground that were also treated, and these will dealt with next. These will be somewhat more challenging-there is digging required-but grass removal in the first instance. Open ground patches do pose their challenges and difficulties as the soil is heavy clay. I did have a thought about sowing spinach in some parts to raise the productivity level. This may involve a combination of seeds and plugged in plants. Whilst Mum tends to have enough spinach and greens to fuel a small planet, there’s never been much on mine. This, therefore, is on the list. Given how the seedlings at home are doing their best not to germinate and grow, there may be wholesale cheating going on with plants being drafted in.

As you can imagine, my hands got a little dirty; a little bloody too, as there was petulant and angry bramble that needed a bit of taming. And talking of a bramble, there were ladybirds having a spot of fun and it didn’t seem right to hack away and interrupt. I went off, to have a look at a couple of roses that had appeared. Roses on the plot, is something that I am looking forward to. They offer a fabulous colour burst and smell rather lovely. Having had a disappointing growing season last year, seeing the roses kick off does rather signal a change.

Petal’s shop is a-go!

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You can now be part of the Petal’s Potted brand, family and the green-fingered Kitchen garden adventure.

 

There is now a shop with all sorts of Petal branded goodies that you might want to invest in.

So without much ado, go and have a butchers.

 

Petals Potted Preserve

Blessed be the Bookstore @Pipe_n_Thimble

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Somewhere across the pond, three of my books are waiting to go to new homes. Then there is the swag that went with them.

I like bookstores.

They are a gateway, a portal to brave new worlds. There is something truly magical about holding a book in your hand and reading the words that dance across the page. You learn, you study, you are educated and entertained. The Power of the word, the book is most likely second to the power of the universe. If Shakespeare and Dickens can decant the power of words so can others, especially Indie Authors.

Sadly, there are not many bookshops around. Independent ones at least, and especially here in the United Kingdom.

Yet  in the US, mother and daughter team Barb and Ellie Lieberman have taken up the crusade to support Indie authors and create the Pipe and Thimble Bookstore.

It was only through sheer fluke that I found the page for the store and asked if they wanted the recently released ‘Fragments’. You can imagine the small victory dance when the gardening books were mentioned.

I sent the books off, I also included some Petal swag and just for good measure. If Dickens-look, there are no parallels being drawn here-could send the story of Nell and across the pond, I fancy doing the same. This is the second time that Petal has landed in California, and the third time for her arrival in the states. All which rather gladdens the heart.

Having seen the pictures of the grand opening that occurred over the weekend, I take heart from being in good company. The Indie Community is amazing, and they have an epic champion in the form of Pipe and Thimble.  I wish Barb and  Ellie all the best, and cannot thank them enough for having taken a chance.

Now, go g**gle the store, and if you are in the same time zone, go visit!

 

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