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Happy Halloween?

Hi folks,

I think it must be true that time speeds up as you get older, for it is pumpkin time again, and it doesn't seem that long since the last one finally shrivelled and was thrown away.
Here in England we don't seem to celebrate Halloween with quite the same fervour as other countries, but we try. The shops are full of bright orange pumpkins, both real and plastic, witches, cauldrons and all kinds of scary things, I wonder why we enjoy being scared so much?
I don't think Halloween was originally intended to scare the pants off the population. The word 'Halloween' means 'hallowed or holy evening' and that day was originally dedicated to remembering the dead and honouring their memory, in readiness for All Souls Day (1st November)which is quite a departure from ghouls, ghosts and scary pumpkins.



I have always believed  (I am a bit of a pagan at heart) that it was an ancient Celtic religious festival called Samhain (31st October-1st November) along with Imbolc (31st January-1st February) Beltane (30th April-1st May) and Lughnasadh (31st July-1st August). You will notice that these festivals are meticulously spaced throughout the year, and the equinoxes slot tidily in between and that has to mean something. Not just a scary day if you see what I mean.
There is quite a sad legend about the carved pumpkins or Jack-o-lanterns. A miserly character called Jack was fond of tricking everyone, including the devil, and when he died he was turned away from heaven due to his life of sin.
But the devil wouldn't let him into hell either and he was cursed to travel the earth for ever.
As he left the gates the hell, the devil threw him a hot ember to light his way. Jack put it inside a hollowed out turnip and the legend was born...


Well, a happy Halloween and good luck with your trick or treating whatever your feelings on the subject. I think we human beings are a little obsessed with death because we can't really understand it, and therefore tend to fear it. But we have discovered over the years that if we make light of this fear with a traditional festival or celebration, we can bring it out into the open where we can all look at it in the company of other people.
And have fun at the same time, of course...

See you all next week, God bless...

A Must Read Review...

  “Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality”Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
Midge Rylander
  This book is the journal and letters that the author’s 57-year-old mother, Midge Rylander kept in the last few months of her life.She died of cancer, caused by exposure to asbestos, simply from washing her husband’s work clothes.  A story of courage and determination and an unsurmountable will to live.
I found strong parallels between my own life and this brave lady.  Both of us strong, independent women, who find it impossible to slow down and take life easy, even though we are fully aware it would be better for us. I discovered a similar sense of humour too, and the unshakeable belief that will power alone could make the cancer recede, as she knows other people have done it.
She decided to keep the diary to help others, as her condition was so rare, no helpful information was available. Her bravery and determination to fight for as long as possible, and to manage all the “how’s and when’s” is very inspiring. This woman had fought long and hard all her life, nothing had ever come easy, and so when she declines the chemotherapy, she does so in the knowledge it may well be her last battle.
One question… It would seem from this book that people in this position need to talk to people… not medical people, but those who really know what is going on.  Something that should be encouraged, maybe?
This story reinforces what I strive to remember each and every day.That every day is a blessing, and a gift. We should make it the best we can, as Rachele Baker’s mother so obviously did.

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About the author

Rachele Baker, DVM, Author, ‘Eighteen Months to Live’
Dr. Rachele Baker is a veterinarian and writer living in California. She has been a veterinarian for over thirteen years. Dr. Baker is currently in the process of writing a series of short books about medical problems in dogs and cats entitled My Virtual Veterinarian. For more details about Dr. Baker's works in progress, please visit her website http://rachelebaker.com

http://www.amazon.com/Eighteen-Months-Live-Rachele-Baker-ebook/dp/B00AG9X0R0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1413998554&sr=8-1&keywords=Eighteen+Months+To+Live

My first guest post!

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October 13, 2014 Guest Blog: Me, Myself and Jaye by author Anita Dawes

The other day my sister-in-law, Jaye came into the front room where I was curled up on the couch, reading a book and asked for a fresh up-to-date bio about myself, something she knows I hate to do.I have written several books and most of these Jaye has helped to publish on line. These days I prefer to read, telling myself it’s a kind of research, after not picking up my pencil for some time.
The idea for a book is the most important thing, but first you have to find it, and then write it down. Jaye doesn’t entirely agree with my methods and sometimes I think she might be right. I do spend too much time in other people’s books and I am eternally grateful to one sweet old lady who came to my school and taught me how to read. Spelling is something that still eludes me, and I thank God for Jaye, as she’s the only one who can read my scribble.
Jaye says ideas come easy for me and she’s right, they do.  I don’t mean to sound big-headed, because the thing that doesn’t come so easily, is putting pencil to paper then handing it over to her for checking, spelling and all the things I have trouble with. For in a way, I hate the fact that my notes are so hard to read and the spelling is atrocious. So much so, that if anyone else were to see my scribble, I think I would die of shame.
I have realised lately that reading all these books, and going for long walks is an excuse. I’m just lazy, the ideas might come easy but putting them down is too much like schoolwork, something I’m still allergic to.
Again, Jaye gives me that look. She knows all about my excuses, and I hate it when she’s right. I have just written a short story and have an idea for another, a spooky one this time.Oh no, she’s back again, asking for a two-page funny post for Halloween, and have I finished the updated bio yet?
There’s nothing for it, I will have to sharpen all my pencils, put down the books and put more of my ideas down on paper.Well, I have to do something to stop her begging.




Book Blurb When you think about being in a coma, you would imagine that nothing much happens. Peaceful, perhaps, a bit boring? Maybe.But who knew that being in a coma would be such a traumatic, sometimes violent experience?When Maggie is mown down by a dirty blue car outside her local supermarket, she is not prepared for any of it. Least of all, the sad nightmare world she is forced to witness. Or the sad pitiful child she finds there. Maggie has two battles to fight. Finding her own way back to the real world and somehow bring the child back with her…

Autumn Has Arrived...

  The weather has turned and not for the better. It is freezing and wet outside. Dark, miserable skies that match my mood, and I sense a non-active day descending and I am in no mood to fight. I check my emails and notes, but my heart just isn’t in it. Nothing for it, I would have to take the day off and crawl into a book.The next day the weather couldn’t be more different, but unfortunately my mood hadn’t changed. Normally the sight of a blue sky will do wonders for my get-up-and-go, but I fear it has left me, hopefully not for good.


I get these black moods occasionally, and it takes some fighting to leave one behind, so I concentrated on routine tasks as the brain was refusing to even look at anything else. The general thought was, if I ignore it, maybe it will go away. But despite all my attempts at positive thinking, it clung to me like the smell of onions, long after the meal.The following day it was still hanging around and I had had enough. It put up a struggle no matter what I tried to do, ignoring it hadn’t worked, so I decided to down tools and go for a walk and convince it I didn’t care if it hung around or not. Sometimes this worked, but it looked like rain, so it was more than probable it would all go pear shaped and I would be no better off.Several hours later, after a lot of walking, a cheeseburger at my favourite place, and more than a little rain, I went home, reasonably cheerful and very wet.
Today, there was no sign of it and I was pleased to say the least. I am not happy being miserable, it tends to get in the way of anything productive and I hate that it can do that.There has been a lot of talk lately about depression and how we handle it. I can understand being depressed when things go wrong; when life gets too hard, but why at other times?


Sometimes I am convinced that depression has to be an actual entity of some kind, intent on making us unhappy for reasons of its own and if anyone can come up with a cure for it, they should make them a saint!
I hope everybody else is having a better time of it, and hopefully, I will be more cheerful next time...
 

We Have Lift-off...

Monday I am not expecting to see much of Jaye before Wednesday. She is so busy checking everything is on target for the launch of her first book, Nine Lives . It’s a wonder the PC hasn’t melted, there’s been that much going on! I really hope it all goes well.Lulu, our rescued geriatric moggy, seems to be doing very well too. Slowly her health and coat are improving, and there are definite signs that both Lulu and our own resident beast might be trying to make friends. At least she has stopped hissing every time he pokes his nose around the door.

Tuesday The air in the office/dining room was almost buzzing today. Jaye was still busy making last minute checks on everything she could think of, to be ready for publication tomorrow. I can’t remember being this stressed out when I was about to be published, but I suppose I was. It was a while ago now.I know she is worrying that it won’t be any good, that maybe she should have edited a bit more, but she has been up to her neck in this book for nearly a year now, so it should be more than ready. We shall soon find out, one way or another.
by James Amess
Wednesday When I woke up this morning, the house was very quiet, almost like a church. Jaye was trying to be calm, but was failing miserably to hide her excitement. Amazon had already emailed to confirm that Nine Lives was now live for the whole world to see. Even though I have written several books, I can still remember that overwhelming sense of achievement with the first one. Many people try to write a book, but few actually finish, let alone publish them. I hope it does well, for she deserves it. And I have read it and found it good, so it should.

Thursday Today was a bit of an anti-climax. It was as if nothing had happened and I decided not to say anything. It was business as usual, Jaye doing all the usual things, emails and such. She looked a bit distant, as if something was on her mind. More than usual, I mean. But I had the feeling it wasn’t Nine Lives . I knew she had come to terms with sending her baby out on its own, to stand or fall, whatever would be. She had done the best she could, only time would tell if it was enough.We spent the afternoon helping Anita’s daughter to clear the overgrowth and brambles from her garden, working ourselves to the point of exhaustion. This, I think, was Jaye’s way of moving on. There were alwaysplenty of other jobs to do.

Friday Turned out that Jaye was worried about Lulu. Her ears and eyes were still bad despite our ministrations, and appeared to be getting slowly worse. She had this habit of looking at you with the saddest eyes, as if asking something very important. We had another long talk about the best course of action. A visit to the vet was probably on the cards, for antibiotics if nothing else. What was worrying Jaye, was what else the vet might find on closer examination. Lulu seemed to be okay, considering her 21 years. But we agreed we had to find out, one way or the other.
See you all soon, God bless…

Never a dull moment!

Monday I was going to start the week with lots of good intentions, but somewhere between feeling exhausted from our trip to the New Forest (future post) and the fact that the new baby next door kept us all awake half the night, that original idea took a walk without me.Stuck to routine in the morning, didn’t think I could go wrong there…and then the repairman for the cooker turned up. I wish all my problems could be fixed as fast as this one, it must have taken him all of 10 minutes to whip out the broken thermostat and bung in a new one!
Tuesday Today I was determined to concentrate on Nine Lives . There is still so much editing to do and October 1 is approaching fast! But as I ran the tap before I filled the kettle, something strange had happened. The water was brown. I let it run for a while but it stayed brown. Not much chance of a cuppa at this rate, I thought.An hour later, I telephoned the water company and they couldn’t explain it either. Eventually it cleared, but it makes you wonder what we are actually drinking. A short trip to the local shop for bottled water was in order.In between dodgy water and grooming Lulu, (nearly half of the matted fur has gone now) I did manage to get quite a lot of editing done.
Wednesday The tap water has a strong smell of bleach this morning, so it was back to the bottled stuff. Hopefully the bleach will clear soon and the water will be fit to drink!

Went to use my Dragon recognition software, only to find it uncooperative for reasons known only to itself. Wrestled with it for over an hour before it decided to toe the line. My typing skills have suffered  with my advancing years, so having a machine do it for you is brilliant. If you need to give your fingers a break, you should definitely try it. It’s not very expensive and very easy to use. Like all things digital, it does throw the occasional wobbly, but I couldn’t be without it.
Thursday Today I decided it was time to run Nine Lives through the spell and grammar checker. Two gruelling hours later and what seemed like hundreds of corrections, the readability score was 79.5 which I thought was quite good. Wish I could get a handle on this passive sentence stuff though.Lulu gave us all a laugh last night. The poor frail old lady defied all the odds and staggered into the living room and promptly jumped up on the couch. I just knew there was more to her than she was letting on!  She did look very pleased with herself I must say!
Friday The minute I woke up I had the feeling it wouldn’t be a nice day. I had no reason to think this and no idea where the idea came from. I wasn’t always right, so I tried to ignore it. But the brain must have heard this observation and decided it needed time off, refusing to cooperate in the slightest. When I finally switched on the computer, I found BT had sprung another change. BT Yahoo has now gone and everything has changed dramatically, so going through my emails was a nightmare. Why do they keep doing this? Everything has to be new and different, upgraded and improved, why can’t they leave things alone? Some of us like what we are used to, slipper syndrome I expect…Publication day for Nine Lives next week and there will be a midweek post to commemorate the launch of my very first book.
God bless…
Jaye

One disaster after another...

Sunday   Of all the days for the cooker to decide to die, it had to pick a Sunday. There I was, doing my ‘master chef’ impersonation and everything on the hob was cooking nicely. Then I opened the oven door to check on the roast potatoes. The oven light and fan were working, but the potatoes were cold and raw.Not to be deterred, for I never panic in the kitchen, I sliced and sautéed them and we ended up with a reasonable rendition of Sunday lunch.
Monday started just as brilliantly with bad news.  The cooker cannot be fixed until next week. Apparently, if you can believe it, every repairman in Hampshire is on holiday at the moment.  So great fun will be had by all, as we try to come up with alternative meals that do not involve the oven.Lulu surprised us all today, by finally accepting us as friends and insisted on being fussed. She has come so far in just two weeks, and shows no sign of popping her clogs anytime soon. This is all the more surprising as trying to remove the matted fur from her coat cannot be pleasant, even though I am doing just a little every day.
Tuesday  This is not turning out to be my week at all. Climbed out of the shower, turning it off as I passed the taps, and nothing happened. Well, I say nothing happened, but the water did stop. The shower pump did not however, and sounded as though it would blow up any minute.There followed a scene from a Monty Python film. Me, nearly wrapped in an inadequate towel, tearing about the house, looking for something that looked like a fuse switch, or anything that would shut it off. No such luck, but after a frantic telephone call, someone turned up who knew what to do and I could stop panicking.Makes me wonder what tomorrow will bring…

Wednesday  Just as I thought, today brought more of the same when I tried to renew my driving licence. Anita’s was easy, so I thought mine would be too. Wrong! I need to be certified as fit, and only for 3 years at a time. Well, I wasn’t about to go down that route. I only wanted it for identification purposes anyway. Maybe it would be easier to renew my passport?Turns out it to be very easy, so I could be jetting off to somewhere interesting any day now.
Thursday   I was so determined that nothing would go wrong today, I played safe and concentrated on routine tasks. Things that could not possibly go pear-shaped. Pretty boring really, and by the afternoon I was more than ready for something a little more risky.I looked at the state of Lulu, our ancient rescuee, then went and fetched a brush and some scissors. Some of that matted coat had to go. It wouldn’t be easy or much fun for her, but the only alternative was the vets and an anaesthetic, if she wasn’t already too old for that.It was the most scary thing I did all day, but one that didn’t end in disaster, just one large matt down and several more to go. I hated putting her through it, but you can never be sure if a badly matted coat was uncomfortable or even painful, so it was something I had to do.
There might be something wrong with her eyes, too... Friday Started to come up with some ideas for the Magic Oxygen short story competition. All I need is 4.000 interesting words in the form of a story.  See  http://www.magicoxygen.co.uk/Anita has already entered, so I thought I would too. There is a risk, I suppose, that our writing partnership could turn into quite a competition of its own, but that can only be food for our ambition, don’t you think?


God Bless…Jaye

An interesting week in Hampshire...

Sunday was a quiet day and I managed to get a lot of work done on #Nine Lives . I have grasped the proverbial bull by the horns and pencilled in the 3rd of October as the publication date, which should give me plenty of time to finish the editing and do a final polish.Lulu, our 21-year-old feline visitor seems much stronger now, but we have to keep an eye on her for her meow seems to be broken and we don’t always hear when she needs something. I have tried to clean her up a bit, her coat is in a terrible state, but nothing short of  shearing and a bath will ever get it right, and I keep postponing any drastic measures until she seems stronger.

Monday. While I was following some advice about background images for our website, I managed to pick up some malware that was described as a ‘Trojan’ called ‘Astromenda’. Its mission, apparently, is to infiltrate and crash computers. I was at my wits end trying to find out how one gets rid of such a thing, and finally managed to disable it, but not uninstall. Hope that’s good enough!I followed this disaster with a bout of gardening, and every bramble in Hampshire attacked me and I ended up bleeding copiously. I love to garden, but the amount of brambles we get is downright evil.Didn’t think the day could get any worse, but not wanting to push my luck, I retreated to my book.
Tuesday .  Not sure if I’m imagining it, but my e-mails and social networking seems to be taking longer than ever. Possibly a good sign, at least I like to think so.Lulu is getting stronger every day, so much for thinking she wouldn’t last long. She seems to go from strength to strength, how long can cats live, anyway?Decided to risk giving her a bath, as touching her was not pleasant. I expected all kinds of opposition, but she was really good. Didn’t struggle or complain at all, really surprising. Most cats cannot stand water, but maybe she is too old to care. At least now, when she ever decides to let us fuss her, the experience will be pleasant for all of us!

Wednesday.   Today, I entered Anita’s short story ‘Eye for an Eye’ into a competition at Magic Oxygen. Too good an opportunity to miss, as it was exactly the right word length.This was prompted by the fact we have both managed to be accepted by Chris Graham at The Story Reading Ape website and will be published on the 15th and 30th of October respectively.We are also scheduled to appear on A Woman’s Wisdom on the sixth and 13th, so a significantly busy month all round.  If this doesn’t improve our author platforms somewhat, I can’t think what will!
Thursday .  It was time for my annual MOT at the doctors, where they check I am still breathing and not heading for another crisis.Mainly good news this time, cholesterol is nearly normal and blood pressure OK. The blood tests and things all came back fine. There was a thinly veiled hint about my weight, which I pretended not to have heard, but apart from that, a clean bill of health. So, good news all round.Lulu is starting to really assert herself. Far from behaving like a veritable fossil, she is becoming quite a character. I was a bit late with her supper yesterday and hadn’t heard the muffled squeak that passes as her meow, so the little madam had trotted down to the kitchen and was helping herself to our other cats food!
Friday I had been putting it off, supposedly for Lulu’s benefit, but if I’m honest it was for me too. It was time to try to do something about the state of her coat. Her fur was so badly matted, I wasn’t looking forward to putting her through the ordeal for even if I was very careful and as gentle as I could be, this was not going to be pleasant for either of us.Since she had walked, or I should say ‘staggered’ into our lives, she hadn’t really complained about anything. Even putting the drops into her infected ears was met with resigned passivity, so I was dreading actually upsetting her.I decided that little and often would be best and after ten minutes, both of us had had enough. But it was long enough to have removed quite a pile of hair.
She was looking decidedly better with each day that passed, and at this rate, I shall have to find something else to write about…
http://amazon.co.uk/author/anitadawes

I live in the hope that our cats will end up like this!

Best Laid Plans...

Sunday I spent the morning in my office, checking email, networking and browsing the Web, punctuated with the odd game of Solitaire.I worked on some post material in the afternoon, before preparing dinner. An ordinary enough day for a Sunday really.Then we heard the news that a very old family pet was going to be put to sleep, as the owners were going into sheltered accommodation and cats were not allowed. Not even a beloved and faithful 21-year-old cat that could barely walk, let alone cause any trouble.Without hesitation, Anita said that we would take her.

I thought she must have taken leave of her senses. This could very well turn out to be insanity of the worst kind. You know, where you do a good turn and end up really regretting it.We already had Merlin, a very large cat and a right bolshie character to boot. He was not going to like this new arrival one little bit and I knew we were heading for trouble.
I felt compelled to express my concerns several times. That it would be cruel to subject an old lady to such upheaval…that they may fight like the proverbial, or our monster may leave home. (He had already done that once before) That ‘old’ usually meant copious vet bills, that’s if she didn’t take one look at our brute and die of shock!
I obviously wasn’t very convincing, for later that evening Lulu was deposited in my office. She came complete with bed and bowls and was so pitifully frail she could barely walk, but she had already stolen several hearts, just leaving mine to toe the line. She was white with funny beige patches and the cutest face, but I held on to my emotions, knowing we were in for a rough ride.
Lulu...one very old lady...As if on cue, our brute waltzed in to investigate, took one look and started roaring like the lion he obviously though he was. She promptly hissed at him.  Well, Lulu might look as meek as a kitten and be at deaths door, but she obviously had hidden balls of steel and was not about to take any prisoners.Merlin promptly backed off and sulked in the kitchen. Lulu ignored her bed and staggered under my desk, finding what she thought was a safer place. At this point, my misgivings were jumping up and down like crazy and alarm bells were ringing. This could not end well.  She was too old a lady for all this upset and upheaval.It might have been kinder to take the easy way out, for would you like to be uprooted from everything you loved and dumped in a scary house full of strangers, not to mention the monster from hell?
Monday morning arrived and I fully expected to find her dead, but she was still breathing, glaring at me from under my desk. I noticed that somebody had used the litter tray; hopefully it was Lulu and not Merlin.Breakfast was offered with a certain amount of trepidation, which turned out to be unnecessary as it was scoffed in record time. Nothing wrong with her appetite then which could only be a good sign. She still wasn’t moving very well, and I worried she might be in pain from arthritis. This was reinforced by the amount of hisses I received when I attempted to stroke her.Turned out to be just me she didn’t like, for Anita could stroke her all day without the sound effects.
We decide to play a waiting game, hoping we would instinctively know when a visit to the vet would be required. She certainly loved her food, so that was all good.I spent most of the day editing my book ‘Nine Lives’with one eye on the frail old lady nestled not far from my feet.
Tuesday  was an odd sort of day, at least that’s how it felt. Tried to be constructive, but only seemed to skim over problems, rather than solving any. Lulu didn’t seem to be having a good day either, which was worrying. Our beast was sneaking around like a scared rabbit and was refusing to eat. Probably because Lulu hissed at him on sight. Some tough guy huh?I decided that today I would try and clean Lulu up a bit, her eyes and nose were stained and had been dripping, long overdue for investigation. As for the rest of her, I dreaded what I might find. She wasn’t looking any happier and that was worrying
When the time came, I wrapped her up in an old towel, fully expecting a violent reaction. But she just stared at me. I cleaned her face gently with some special wipes and she continued to stare at me. Didn’t need any words to know what she was saying.She felt like a lumpy bag of bones and I suspected that what I had originally thought was matted fur might well prove to be something else. It was becoming increasingly clear to me that a visit to the vet was more than likely. And the expression in those sad old eyes was agreeing with me.
Wednesday    Merlin decided to quit fooling around and actually eat something, which was a relief. Two sick cats were not what we had signed up for, not at the moment anyway.I thought Lulu was looking livelier today, definitely moving around with a lot more enthusiasm.
For the best part of the morning, I quite forgot she was there, not far from my feet, as I tried to sort out the paperwork for renewing our driving licences. Wondering why it was so hard to do something that should have been simple. It’s the same with making telephone calls these days, by the time you have listened and selected all the options, and then repeated this several times, you have completely forgotten what you were calling for in the first place.
We are scheduled to be featured on several websites in October, and I had been working on our presentation pieces and the fact that we didn’t have any decent photographs of ourselves was becoming a problem. I had tried to take some but the results were awful, so decided we could get some done professionally when we picked up the ones for the new driving licences.Didn’t quite work out that way though, best laid plans and all that, and I promptly went off the idea, again. Didn’t solve the problem though, we have to have them.
Later that day, I decided to tackle Lulu’s lack of grooming. I figured she was over the worst of the shock and wouldn’t mind too much. You never know how a strange cat will behave when you advance on them with intent and I have been clawed and bitten in the past for my trouble. That’s why I wrap them up in a towel before I start. Needn’t have worried though, Lulu seemed to welcome the attention, and handling her didn’t seem to be anywhere near as painful. But the pain in her eyes was still there.
Thursday Today we were supposed to have our photographs taken, but something made us stay at home. Probably caused by how awful we looked in our driving licence pics. Couldn’t seem to summon up any enthusiasm to try and take some of our own either, which was beyond frustrating, for we still needed them. In addition, my knee was playing up again and I could feel a deep depression descending.
The weather didn’t help either, all grey and miserable – enough to drive you to drink!Then the sun finally came out and everything seemed doable. Of course I could take some decent photographs, and what’s more, I would do it before the days end! I spent the next hour with the camera, experimenting with different angles and locations before uploading the results onto the computer. Then I sorted through them, discarding all the ‘Oh my God, not that one’s’ before liking some I took a few weeks ago. I tell you, you couldn’t make it up. Why does nothing happen the way it should?
In the middle of all of this, Lulu took it into her head to go exploring, strolling down the hall as if she had been doing it for months. Very far from deaths door at the moment!
Friday The end of the week has arrived and nothing much has changed. No dramas on the furry front, although I still think one might be imminent. Lulu is just too old with too many things wrong with her to last much longer, but she may well prove me wrong.
I seem to have fallen behind with all the blogging, editing and catching up that was planned for this week and will have to pull out all the stops this weekend. Not a great fan of feeling that everything is out of my control, much better if I choose to be lazy. That way I only have myself to blame…
This is Jaye signing off, blessings to everyone…

Review for "Knight of Light" The first book in The Watchers Series.

The Watchers : Knight of Light       by Deirdra Eden



I had just started reading this story on Wattpad and was really enjoying it, when the author, Deirdra Eden asked if I would be interested in doing a proper review.
There was absolutely no hesitation on my part for I found The Watchers to be spellbindingly well written. From the brilliant dedication at the beginning of the book to the awesome powers of description, this story is amazing. Right from the very first page, you cannot put it down.
The Watchers is all about Auriella and the world of the Neviahan…strong and brave celestial beings; evoking every fairy tale you have ever read and coming up with something really special for all age groups to enjoy.


 
  I especially enjoyed the chapter where Auriella has to be transformed from a grubby orphan into a lady and has to take a bath! Such wonderful description.Deirdra writes like a Disney movie, so many magical characters and elements and you end the book with delight when you realise it is the first book in a series of six. So there will be plenty more to come, and I for one cannot wait!
http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00N4M783S