Thank goodness I’ve not been filmed over the last two weeks since my shoulder operation. It means my right (writing) arm is in a sling and typing, trying to put on socks and knickers with one hand has been a challenge. I know it’s no big deal really but the timing is bad. My first historical novel, “Tuscan Roots”, has been reissued by Endeavour Press and keeping up with the publicity on social media with one hand has been difficult. “Life is a challenge – meet it…” [Sai Baba]. A twee rhyme my mother wrote in my autograph book (remember those?) when I was ten keeps coming into my head: “Life is mainly froth and bubble, two things stand alone: kindness in another’s troubles, courage in your own…” My wonderful, kind husband has certainly been my right arm/shouldering the load and all the other corny puns I can think of and I am extremely lucky.
Anyway – here is the new cover and I think it’s great, although I also love the original cover depicting our eldest daughter walking round the hilltop village of Montebotolino.
Just as I was feeling despondent and frustrated about missing the targets I’d set myself, up popped two e mails from my editor at People’s Friend. I had sold two more stories. That softened my mood.
Publication day came on Friday December 10th. I’d done as much as I felt I could. How lovely are fellow authors and amazingly generous bloggers who post reviews, share and comment. Thanks so, so much. This time last year I only knew budgerigars tweeted and I was wary of engaging with strangers on social media but this time this year I have virtual friends in fellow authors and readers who seem like real friends to me in their generous giving of time. Checking their details I see they are spread all over the world: Canada, the Bahamas, USA, France, Belgium, Switzerland, Australia, New Zealand, Greece, South Africa, Italy, Great Britain, India…I used to grumble about the intrusion of social media, the adverts for anti-wrinkle cream, Viagra, shopping for “ladies of a certain age” but I’m now relishing all the opportunities offered (except the Viagra). I’m loath to write onwards and upwards, but I just have…