Linda Huber's Blog, page 47

New land…

It’s been months since I joined Instagram. Yesterday, after months of trial, getting cross, error, and giving up, I finally worked out how to get pics onto my account. You have to use your mobile phone. For someone hopelessly devoted … Continue reading →

Feel-good fiction for Doctors without Borders… special offer!

It feels like a long time ago since February, when my charity anthology, The Saturday Secret came out, published by Fabrian Books. 2017 profits from this book are going to Doctors without Borders, who do excellent work where it’s needed … Continue reading →

Change of direction…

Think of a road, a straight one, like the ones in films, with one lonely car crossing the desert… Your way is clear for miles ahead. Life isn’t like that – we can turn corners and take the road less … Continue reading →

Black and white…

I can remember – just – when my parents had a black and white television. I remember my father’s old camera, too, with its black and white photos, most of which are unfortunately now lost. At some point, a new … Continue reading →

Spooky old house revisited…

Back in the nineties, I spent a week with a friend who had just moved to Biddenham. It’s a good area for a visit from Switzerland – Bedford just a hop down the road, and Cambridge and London less than … Continue reading →

An old book and some new/old friends…

I was in England over the weekend – a flying visit from Zürich Airport to London Luton, and it was my first-ever Easy Jet flight. I was pleasantly surprised – my knees didn’t touch the seat in front, there was … Continue reading →

The Case of the Missing Bride…

…is the intriguing title of Carmen Radke’s historical mystery novel. I read the start in the Amazon ‘Look Inside’ feature, and was instantly hooked. A group of young Australian women, en route for a better life in America, are hidden … Continue reading →

Tiramisu – best recipe ever…

We eat to live in this flat. Even though I’m glued to the set this time every year, watching The Great British Bake Off, I’ve never been a fan of standing for hours in the kitchen, and the characters in … Continue reading →

Home is… (complete in your own words…)

Home is where the heart is, traditionally. Nowadays, opinions differ. Home is where your other half (and presumably also your heart?) is? That’s a bit dangerous, imo. Home is where your favourite armchair is? Nope. My favourite armchair is a … Continue reading →

Pictures of a story…

Most of my books have relatively vague locations. Somewhere in Yorkshire… a few miles from Newquay… between Glasgow and Edinburgh… Chosen Child, however, is set in lovely St Ives, and the main action in my newbie Death Wish takes place … Continue reading →