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Elen A Celtic Trilogy – available on Amazon

I’m off to Melbourne in the morning; my son Liam and I are driving down (a journey of around 20 hours). We’ll be stopping off along the way, especially when we get past Sydney and start driving into Ned Kelly country! Love history so much…..:)

So before I go I thought I’d share my book Elen. Originally published as a much shorter version, it’s now available on Amazon with an added 12,000 words.

The link to it is below:

 

Bookcover of Elen by Suzanne Bowditch (jpg)

Elen A Celtic Trilogy

 The second book, Alice’s Secret is also available here 🙂

I am researching, drafting and working on my third book, which is the last one of the trilogy, and will be set around the time of WW1.

Enjoy the rest of the week 🙂

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12th August 1989

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Today is my wedding anniversary. My hubby and I took our vows in 1989, so that would be 27 years go today. Along the way we have acquired one cat (now deceased), one dog (very much alive) and two children, a boy and a girl that my mother calls my ‘pigeon pair.

I have much to be grateful for; chocolate, books, sunshine, laughter, family.

So I scrolled through my old posts, and stumbled across a ’12 Things I am Grateful For’ Post, which I think is very fitting for today.

  1. My family. We moved to the other side of the world exactly 10 years ago last weekend; me, my hubby and my two children. The move has made us stronger as a family unit and I’m forever grateful to have them.
  2. My dog. My little terrier Billy is a rascal, but he is also my writing companion and my support.
  3. My computer. Has enabled me to find my creativity.
  4. Writing. I love to write. I am never happier than when I am in front of my computer, my dog on the sofa next to me, creating characters, places and settings.
  5. My love of books. I have read since I was young, and feel privileged every time I find a new author or a gem of a book.I’m currently reading a Tracy Chevalier book, and loving it.
  6. Baking. I love to bake with my daughter. We set out most weekends to look through recipes and spend that precious family time together.
  7. The internet. I would be lost without my friend Google, as he is used so much in research. What was life like before the internet? I shudder to think.
  8. My car. Allows me to travel around the beautiful Gold Coast, and search for inspiration.
  9. Dining out. I love to discover new restaurants. As a family we eat out quite a bit; food helps us to connect and bond.
  10. The area I live in. Also, the world and all the gorgeous places in it. We should all be grateful to live on this glorious planet.
  11. My parents. For giving me life and good advice.
  12. Waking up each morning in a warm bed, content and looking forward to a new day.

June 19 Challenge

June 1-30 Challenge

Day 19 Nineteenth Letter? No!

June 19, 1989. The movie Batman premiered. My Andrew thought Batman a great hero. 

Can you be a blogging hero without utilizing the 19th letter of the American alphabet?

Do not utilize the nineteenth letter of the alphabet when writing your article to be made public on your blog today. The topic of the article may be anything you like. It can be any length. But it cannot contain the nineteenth letter!

Oh no How hard a challenge!

I have come up with wordz that DO NOT have the nineteenth letter in them, but not eazy!!

My family:

My hubby, named Jeff, a welder and an Elvi(s) fan (and a regular good guy).

Me, a blogger, mum, reader, chief cook and writer.

My boy, Liam, an avid reader of the world (Freud, Plato).

My daughter, with Billy, pure love for each other.

My dog, called Billy – a black and white terrier with an attitude.

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Turtle in the Barrier Reef  stuffpoint.com

June 3 Challenge

June 1 – 30 Challenge

Day 3: Three Things You Can’t Live Without

June 3, 1937. The Duke of Windsor married American Wallis Simpson. He loved her so much he knew he could not live without her, so he gave up the Crown of Great Britain to marry her.

What are three things you can’t live without (or wouldn’t want to).

#June 1-30 Challenge

  1. Chocolate. Growing up, I loved Christmas. The thrill of presents and sumptuous food, yes. But the real reason is the amount of chocolate that my parents allowed me to eat! One year, I found a stash of chocolate meant for Christmas day. I opened a Milk Tray box, and ate the top layer. Then I swapped the layers to fool my mother into thinking that I’d had just one or two….! To this day I cannot imagine a life without chocolate.
  2. My family, and my dog. This is a no brainer as far as my family is concerned… I have a little fox terrier dog, Billy, that I adore. He’s wicked and naughty but he comes third after my children.
  3. I love my computer. I’m old enough to remember a time when all I knew about computers was that it was ‘just for boys.’ Girls had to contend with needlework classes instead. Now, I cannot imagine not consulting my computer for anything from recipes, pet tips, film reviews.. its endless. Its also helped me to rediscover my passion for writing.

Memory Lane

12920380_247505245596780_2031494827428401234_nThis is a picture of my grandparents and aunt, taken around 1944/5. My granddad Thomas Morley died a few years after this photo, from the result of shrapnel in his legs.My grandma Jenny Morley never re married. I named my daughter after her. My aunt Pam is around 9/10 years old here.

This is an extract from  a book I have started writing, based on my mother’s family during and after WW2  –

May 1945

‘Come on everyone, we have to get a move on; get ourselves down to the air raid shelter. The bombs are coming!’

Fourteen year old Megan looked up in horror at her Uncle Trevor’s words. She quickly crammed a fairy cake into her mouth, and reached for another. The table cloth slid as she reached across, and the plate holding a large blancmange bunny wobbled in protest.

‘Don’t frighten the children today of all days!’

Her mother’s voice could be heard over her head, admonishing her uncle. They were in the front room of her Aunt’s house, crammed together like sardines. It was her cousin Violet and her sister Phoebe’s joint birthday party; although the families were so close that Violet was more like a sister to her. Megan’s younger sister Daisy sat one side of her whilst her cousin Annie sat to her left. At the head of the table sat the birthday girls themselves. Violet and Phoebe were giggling to themselves, dressed in their best party clothes. Violet had a satin pink bow arranged to the side of her head, whilst Phyllis had a matching bow in a pale green shade. Both girls had been born days apart from each other, in the same front room that was now the venue for the party.

‘Oh, this is exciting!  Her younger cousin Albert squealed.

As the only boy present at the party Albert sat on the opposite side of the table. He gave Megan a kick under the table, and she rubbed at her sore shin. He had on rimless glasses which he hated, and his blonde hair stuck up on both sides of his ears, despite Aunt Dilys’ attempts at smoothing them down with the back of her hand. Just that morning, Uncle Trevor had pulled out the center of the table to accommodate the party, and had borrowed some chairs from his brother David who lived next door, and was also Megan and Phoebes’ dad. The only adult in the room was their grandmother, who sat in the overstuffed armchair in the corner of the room in front of the fire. She had a plate of food on her lap, and a cup of tea was going cold on the small round corner table. At the other corner of the room was the record player. It was Trevor’s pride and joy, and no child was allowed to place any sticky fingers on it or there would be hell to play.  It had a smart walnut veneer, and wrap around doors that pushed open to reveal the record player itself. There were notches along the wood that allowed the records to stand upright, and a small shelf for any bits and bobs. Trevor had his 45’s laid out on this shelf; Elvis Presley, Bill Haley and anything rock ’n’ roll were the favorites.

The birthday party was in full swing when Uncle Trevor made his announcement. Aunt Dilys had put on a good spread, to be sure. There were egg and cress sandwiches, ham and tangy mustard rolls, a pink blancmange rabbit with green jelly grass and a huge pile of Welsh cakes freshly baked that morning. Megan knew they were baked fresh, as she had helped cut them out. The table was literally groaning with delicious food; all arranged perfectly on Aunt Dilys’ white tablecloth. It was not the best fancy table cloth, but her second best; the one with a fine pattern of blue cornflowers on the edges that swayed as if in a breezy field when the cloth moved. There were jugs of diluted orange juice for the children, and Dilys had saved up her rations to buy some decent coffee. A bottle of Camp chicory sat in the glass fronted dresser in her kitchen at that very moment, waiting for Aunt Dilys to open it. Megan had already sneaked into the kitchen to peek under the pristine tea cloth that hide a large round object; the birthday cake. She had not been allowed to have any part in the baking of this delicious concoction, but she and her cousin Annie had watched in awe, as Dilys spread the white icing on top of the Victoria sponge cake, her aunt’s face intense with concentration as if she were organizing the next military campaign. She had adorned it with pink iced flowers, and a few candles that had been found in the back drawer of the dresser.

‘All my ration money gone in an instance – but it’s worth it!’ Dilys had stood back to admire her work, shooed them out of the kitchen and pulled out the bread for the sandwiches. ‘Out you go, you two! Go and find your cousins, but there is to be no dirt on your party dresses, or no cake! I mean it!’

‘Trust the Krauts to spoil good knees up!’ Megan’s gran, known as Nana Florrie, spoke up from the corner of the room.

Down the lane at the bottom of the garden they had run, trying to find a safe place to avoid the bombs. Trevor had been last, as he’d had to practically carry Florrie. The old woman grumbled and groaned, mumbling and swearing to herself.  It was another typical war day as far as she was concerned.

Copyright Suzanne Bowditch, 2016

 

 

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