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Blog of the Week 11th March 2019
From my Personal Blog
For the last two weeks I've been busy editing Thread of Hope. I have an excellent editor, Sarah, that I found through Reedsy's services. She knows just how to nudge and encourage me into making it a better book. Now it's back with her for another couple of weeks and final edits and then, at the beginning of April, I'll have the final text done. As you can see, the cover is here and I think it's gorgeous. Publication day, 2nd May, will be with us soon!
I'm already thinking about the cover for book 3, Weave of Love, which is due out in October and I'm busy redrafting the text. The only clue I'm giving you is that I think the dominant colour for the cover will be green.
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In the meantime, here's an extract from Thread of Hope. If you subscribe to my newsletter and my blog of the week (just check both boxes on the form) you'll get these sneak peeks first.
I pulled my hood up in case anyone noticed my hair, and I found a bench to sit on in the central plaza while I thought things through again. My plan had been to steal anything I might need and then catch a train out of here just as fast as I could. That would get me out of the range that Perry could search. I knew now that I couldn’t do that.
As I sat there, I realised the real problem was that I didn’t actually want to leave. Even if I couldn’t have him, Perry was where I belonged, the place I fitted, where I was safe. I needed to know where he was, how he was, that he was okay. And this Great House, these people I’d been with for months now, they were the closest I’d ever felt to having a family. I knew Perry had left his birth family and I’d not been able to understand it. Now I was beginning to comprehend that there could be reasons, circumstances under which that was the only option. But he always knew the right thing to do, he was strong and brave and I wasn’t. I didn’t think I had the strength or courage to walk away from what had been offered me, but nor could I take it up.
Unable to leave, and unable to stay, I sat there on the bench, arms around my knees, paralysed by indecision.
Blog of the Week 4th March 2019
- first published on B for Bookreview