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January 23, 2015
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January 17, 2015
Anna_Parker_Naples is now on goodreads
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She is very talented and she reading Garden.
I am so very excited....
jane
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She is very talented and she reading Garden.
I am so very excited....
jane
January 16, 2015
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January 9, 2015
Audiobook
I am so excited to announce my publisher Autumn Orchard are tuning my book Garden into an audiobook and are conducting auditions for the narrator as we speak!
January 8, 2015
The trouble with being a dog person
The trouble with being a dog person is that the dividing line I had between people and dogs has become a little blurred.
I constantly talk to my dogs as if they were people and I am starting to worry I’m using the same tone with my work colleagues. Like, when one of my colleagues does something good,
I say, ‘Well done,’ a little to enthusiastically, and immediately start rummaging through my pockets looking for a reward or treat to give them, only having to stop myself just before I hand over a humbug or a button or whatever else comes to hand.
And when I am out walking the dogs and come across a new dog, I always stop and talk to it, as if they can understand what I’m saying and nod and smile at the dog, a bit like those old ladies do, when they come across a baby in a buggy.
‘Hello there, aren’t you beautiful? What a lovely waggy tail.’
Sometimes I get so carried away with the doggy conversations, that I forget to address the owner at all.
On my walk this morning I met a darling dog I had fussed before, but today it just marched past me, not even glancing in my direction.
‘Say hello then!’ I shouted after it;
‘Hello,’ said the owner meekly.
Other than for my need of these constant doggy conversations, the main problem I’m having at the moment, is that one my dogs, is on a diet, and I hate to throw food away; so have been eating it.
I was telling my daughter that I had put on 7lbs.
‘7lb’s!’ She said. ‘Oh my God, that’s the same weight as a baby, you have put on a whole baby!’
I had not thought of it like that. But at least, I comforted myself with the thought; I am not a completely mad doggy person. I have heard that some people spend thousands on designer dog clothes and collars.
I don’t dress my dogs up! Except at Christmas and Halloween, but that does not count.
As most of my clothes are from charity shops I don’t feel able to splash out a lot on the dogs and anyway I am not sure they would appreciate designer labels; plus it takes an endless stream of doggy treats just to get them to keep their antlers on at Christmas time, and when I left them unattended with the snowman hat, they ripped it to shreds between them.
In truth, being a dog person is deeply much more worrying, as I am beginning to fear that I like dogs much better that boyfriends, and I am worried that I will end up like one of those sad cases, where a single woman is found weeks later dead in her flat, half eaten by her cats!
jane :)
I constantly talk to my dogs as if they were people and I am starting to worry I’m using the same tone with my work colleagues. Like, when one of my colleagues does something good,
I say, ‘Well done,’ a little to enthusiastically, and immediately start rummaging through my pockets looking for a reward or treat to give them, only having to stop myself just before I hand over a humbug or a button or whatever else comes to hand.
And when I am out walking the dogs and come across a new dog, I always stop and talk to it, as if they can understand what I’m saying and nod and smile at the dog, a bit like those old ladies do, when they come across a baby in a buggy.
‘Hello there, aren’t you beautiful? What a lovely waggy tail.’
Sometimes I get so carried away with the doggy conversations, that I forget to address the owner at all.
On my walk this morning I met a darling dog I had fussed before, but today it just marched past me, not even glancing in my direction.
‘Say hello then!’ I shouted after it;
‘Hello,’ said the owner meekly.
Other than for my need of these constant doggy conversations, the main problem I’m having at the moment, is that one my dogs, is on a diet, and I hate to throw food away; so have been eating it.
I was telling my daughter that I had put on 7lbs.
‘7lb’s!’ She said. ‘Oh my God, that’s the same weight as a baby, you have put on a whole baby!’
I had not thought of it like that. But at least, I comforted myself with the thought; I am not a completely mad doggy person. I have heard that some people spend thousands on designer dog clothes and collars.
I don’t dress my dogs up! Except at Christmas and Halloween, but that does not count.
As most of my clothes are from charity shops I don’t feel able to splash out a lot on the dogs and anyway I am not sure they would appreciate designer labels; plus it takes an endless stream of doggy treats just to get them to keep their antlers on at Christmas time, and when I left them unattended with the snowman hat, they ripped it to shreds between them.
In truth, being a dog person is deeply much more worrying, as I am beginning to fear that I like dogs much better that boyfriends, and I am worried that I will end up like one of those sad cases, where a single woman is found weeks later dead in her flat, half eaten by her cats!
jane :)
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happy reading :)
cheeper link for paperback
https://wordery.com/garden-jane-yates...
and its number 1 on British #steampunk chart list on Amazon
happy reading :)
January 3, 2015
two poems that i had almost forgot i wrote. just after my mum died
Two Poems for my Mum
The Jam in the fridge
I have my mums jam in the fridge
I imagine the sun was shining when she first picked the fruit
I bet she was smiling when she boiled the sugar and fruit to make the jam
Then carefully put it into jars and stuck hand written labels on
She loved to give
And would like to watch the faces of the lucky receivers
Made with love and thoughtfulness
A fair lady who always made enough for all to have an equal share
She grew up in the war, when jam was a treat
When the world for a child must have seamed a mad and troubled place
Today it appears a mad place to me
My sisters refuse to give me anything of my mums, now she has passed
I said to my daughter last night
Would you like cheese sandwiches for school for school tomorrow?
‘No Thanks ‘ she said
I’d like the Jam from the fridge.
Jane Yates (Marion Edward) 24th Sept 2010
Greif is a funny thing
Greif is a funny thing
Today I forgot to feed the dog
She sat there by her bowl her sad eyes looking up
The gilt that overwhelmed me was soon fixed with some food
And then a wagging tail and off to find her squeaky duck
All forgiven and forgot
Greif is a funny thing
I can’t talk to my sisters, but pour out all my troubles to a stranger on a bus
I walk places; I forget why I was going there
Lose my purse and can’t answer the phone
For a brief moment forget you’re gone
Then without control crumple to my knees
Grief is a funny thing
I can’t sleep in my bed at night
But full asleep in a chair in a public place
And wake myself up snoring loudly
Worrying that every ones been looking
And that I may have been talking or worse dribbling
Grief is a funny thing
Where nothing makes sense but everything is clear
Like who your friends and foe are
Those who send hate or send cheer
Those you want to hang around with
And those you wish would disappear
Grief is a funny thing
Everything distracts you, I hear my self endlessly saying ‘sorry what’
It makes you forgetful; I’ve even forgotten what I was going to write
It was on the tip of my tongue but I can’t recall the words
I guess I just want to say,
I never imagined you would go away
Grief is a funny thing
Is not all bad, as it makes you remember
The picnics and plays and off happier days
I was pleased the last time I saw you, you said you where happy
I try hard to remember you smiling; I just wish I could do the same
But then grief is not a funny thing
Jane Yates (Marion Edward) September 2010
The Jam in the fridge
I have my mums jam in the fridge
I imagine the sun was shining when she first picked the fruit
I bet she was smiling when she boiled the sugar and fruit to make the jam
Then carefully put it into jars and stuck hand written labels on
She loved to give
And would like to watch the faces of the lucky receivers
Made with love and thoughtfulness
A fair lady who always made enough for all to have an equal share
She grew up in the war, when jam was a treat
When the world for a child must have seamed a mad and troubled place
Today it appears a mad place to me
My sisters refuse to give me anything of my mums, now she has passed
I said to my daughter last night
Would you like cheese sandwiches for school for school tomorrow?
‘No Thanks ‘ she said
I’d like the Jam from the fridge.
Jane Yates (Marion Edward) 24th Sept 2010
Greif is a funny thing
Greif is a funny thing
Today I forgot to feed the dog
She sat there by her bowl her sad eyes looking up
The gilt that overwhelmed me was soon fixed with some food
And then a wagging tail and off to find her squeaky duck
All forgiven and forgot
Greif is a funny thing
I can’t talk to my sisters, but pour out all my troubles to a stranger on a bus
I walk places; I forget why I was going there
Lose my purse and can’t answer the phone
For a brief moment forget you’re gone
Then without control crumple to my knees
Grief is a funny thing
I can’t sleep in my bed at night
But full asleep in a chair in a public place
And wake myself up snoring loudly
Worrying that every ones been looking
And that I may have been talking or worse dribbling
Grief is a funny thing
Where nothing makes sense but everything is clear
Like who your friends and foe are
Those who send hate or send cheer
Those you want to hang around with
And those you wish would disappear
Grief is a funny thing
Everything distracts you, I hear my self endlessly saying ‘sorry what’
It makes you forgetful; I’ve even forgotten what I was going to write
It was on the tip of my tongue but I can’t recall the words
I guess I just want to say,
I never imagined you would go away
Grief is a funny thing
Is not all bad, as it makes you remember
The picnics and plays and off happier days
I was pleased the last time I saw you, you said you where happy
I try hard to remember you smiling; I just wish I could do the same
But then grief is not a funny thing
Jane Yates (Marion Edward) September 2010
