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Clare writes inspirational romance, usually of a suspenseful nature. Her books are available through her publisher Pelican Book Group and Amazon. She is married with three kids and lives in the UK. She loves watching sci-fi, crime drama, cross stitching, reading and baking.

Wednesday, 31 March 2010

yay slideshow works

Finally sussed out the slide show so it works. :D It shows pics of Woodley aka Headley Cross.

The kids hols start today, so even tho it means I have almost 3 weeks off work, means I have kids under my feet for 3 weeks too.

Tuesday, 30 March 2010

Pre-contract form done

Pre contract form filled in and sent back. A very basic author site is up and running and I mean very basic. It's a blank page with my bio link on it.

I'm useless at html. Can't even put tabs on here lol. Never mind do fancy things.

But still. It's there and once things get rolling season for miracles will be added to it.

authors site

I have to make my author page now :D. Only I seriously have no idea how to do it. Blank pages I can manage. Links I can manage but posh sites with tabs and picutres and stuff... no...

help....

Friday, 26 March 2010

I did it

All I want has been pre contracted by white rose press :) It needs a new title and prob lots of edits but I don't mind one bit :)

Now all i need is my comp fixed cos that decided to pack up and die last night after an overhead thunder storm, hail and tornado watch! yeah, in March.

hubby thinks its the power supply unit, so he ordered me a new one. should come tomorrow hoepfully

Tuesday, 23 March 2010

three

Yes, three m/s's currently submitted. And prob 3 rejection letters coming my way in the next few weeks. But do I care?

ye...uh, no. I have this BIG folder called NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN on my USB pen. And this is where a copy goes before the one on the HD goes in the recycle bin and my dalek voice exterminate, anihilate, destroy's it. ;-)

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

Easter or when the assistant pastor got hungry


I know its a couple weeks off yet, but every time I see daffodils I'm reminded of Andrew Page, our then assisstant pastor.
I was 16 so this is many years ago now. Andrew is now Pastor of his own church, ironically the same one this happened it.
Picture the scene. 500 ppl in the congregation, and a load of over excited children as its Easter.
Andrew starts the children's talk by asking what the children had had for breakfast. Cornflakes, toast and so on. He picks a daffodil from the flower arrangement on the platform and breaks off a piece of the stem and eats it.
He continues to talk about breakfast, all the time breaking off pieces of the stem and eating it. Then he moved on to Easter Eggs. How many and what kinds. How many had they eaten. Was chocolate better than cornflakes for breakfast.
He pulls off the petals one by one and eats them.
Silence fills the church, and I mean you could hear a pin drop.
He continues to talk and eat until he's eatne the whole flower!
A pause. Then he looks out over the congregation and asks "What have I just done?"
No one answers, until one brave child at the front (no not me) raises a hand and says "You ate a daffodil."
He nods. "yes. Now I bet all the grown ups are thinking its a fake flower, rice paper or marzipan. It wasn't. It was a real flower and yes I know they're poisonous."
He pauses for a mometn then adds. "There are 500 of you here that saw me do it. You'll go away and tell your frineds, Andrew Page ate a daffodil and they'll tell you your mad, because its not possible."
Another pause. "500 people saw Jesus after he rose from teh dead. No one believed them either."
And for weeks after he'd find tulips or other flowers in the pulpit with a note saying 'in case you get hungry during the sermon.'

Monday, 15 March 2010

grrrrrrr

spent way tooo long trying to get my pics to show in the slideshow. I have no idea What I am doing wrong, but it won't work.

Saturday, 13 March 2010

harder than it sounds

I've caught so many errors already. Writing someone who is deaf from their pov is a lot harder than it appears. For example -

A bang almost like a firecracker, came from just behind him and he jerked, shock written across his face. Another bang. Then he fell sideways landing on Dinah. She dropped her phone, the camera going off again as she did. Automatically she cradled the dying man, landing on the floor with him.

So what's wrong with that? She's deaf, she won't hear it.

So it becomes.

A flash came from just behind him and he jerked, shock written across his face. Another flash. Then he fell sideways landing on Dinah. She dropped her phone, the camera going off again as she did. Automatically she cradled the dying man, landing on the floor with him.

Friday, 12 March 2010

titles are irrelevant, so are lightbulbs

So how many borg does it take to replace a lightbulb?
Replacement is futile
Darkness is irrelevant
Prepare to be assimilated.

On a different note - I have great problems inserting photos. I read a blog on here the other day, one by Robert Leeshock actually, that had photos scattered all across it, but can I work out how to do that? Uh, no. I had to cheat here and place the pic then press enter several times so I could write above it. Whether it will work is another matter.

Anyway - meet Yannick Bisson. He's in Sue Thomas FB Eye and the Murdoch Mysteries, both of which are airing here atm. He's the hero of the latest novel. A short - well by my standards - for one of the prompts on the White Rose Blog. Course whether it gets published or even submitted is neither here nor there.



Right now hero doesn't have a name, actually hasn't even said anything, tho he did walk into the heroine and vanish without apologising. And all I know about the heroine is that she has a name and a dog. Which admittedly isn't a lot, but its something. Oh and I have the prompt which is:
“Dead guys don’t usually show up for breakfast,” she said, staring at the very-much-alive man who stood in front of the pastry counter.
So this hero will be dead at some point. Haha.
And I really should have picked a name for the heroine that I can spell.
Well this isn't helping. The kids will be in soon, poor hubby is upstairs dying... don't laugh, ManFlu is potentially fatal! Or so he reliably assures me.
Daughter number one is alternating texting me and him asking the same question - and getting the same answer from us both. Such a hard life. She's forgotten what grounded means. sometimes you think it'd be worth saying yes for some peace, but do I want her brought back by the boys in blue again? uh, no. (long story, not going into it here. )

Wednesday, 10 March 2010

look a post


The view from the bedroom window. I do so love sunsets.

Still here and still writing. I'm on the 4th draft of Freddie now and wondering if I should change the title to something else. Like After the Fire or A still small voice. I'm leaning towards the later, but I don't know.


I'm struggling with the synopsis. They only want a 700 word one, but want a blurb and tagline with it. :O I can't write blurbs and honestly had to look tagline up in the dictionary and really am none the wiser.

In other news:

Mum and Dad are back from Auz and complaining its cold here. Well yeah, tis still winter in the UK. Theoretically its spring, but its very chilly when leaving the house at 7am to walk to work to cope with 16-18 4-11yr olds before school starts. Today was manic. Fun but manic.

Sat here now with Freddie open to edit, a tub of ben and jerrys cookie dough ice cream and Earth Final Conflict on the music player. I would normally watch Sue Thomas FB Eye right now, but managed to see it at lunch time, so EFC it is.

Tis mothers day here this weekend and I'm being spoiled with a box set of EFC season 4 which has Finally made it to region 2.

Although rumour has it that Liam gets killed off in this season. I hope not. Will be watching with a huge box of tissues just in case and may not surface again for days if its true. I've avoided reading the epi guides on line as i prefer to watch them rather than read about them - if that makes sense.

What i really want to know, however, is how do cables manage to tangle themselves up? I fold my laptop cable. I slid it into the case. Get it out again the following day and its totally knotted. Is there a pixie that goes around tangling cables? Is it related to the pixie that eats socks when you wash them so you only end up with odd ones?

hmmm ice cream with a wooden spatula??? uh noooooo. It should be a plastic one. Going to find a spoon and then go back to my editing.