Books and photos

I have finally finished three rugs to go to the lady who gives them to people in need. I had started them before the hot weather hit making it impossible to work with wool. Now the winter winds have arrived since the rain we had, I have been working on them while watching TV at night. I have another two partly done. Good to work on them in winter because they keep the legs warm while working on them.

These are what I do when I'm not writing. Or I need to take a break from work when the muscles begin to complained I've over extended my time for doing the housework, and gardening.

I write 500 word stories which go up on the ABC site. I also add photos for the picture topic.
I also go to a writing group where we learn more to do with writing.
I have written a few novels which I have self-published. I'd prefer to have a traditional publisher. And an agent. Someone who won't try to change my story line.
I can finish the ones I started a couple of years ago. I lost them all when the computer died. I finally found someone who was able to retrieve my lost work. I have to finish the one I'm working on before I do.
I have just finished on "Fighting for her soul".
This is a story about the break-up of a relationship. The woman has a car accident. While in hospital she is guarded by her spirit and an angel. They are there to stop the devil taking her soul.

This book tells of my life. What I lived through growing up. Living in a tent; caravan; shed; all before we finally got to live in a house when I was thirteen. This is written about things I remember of that time. Not written in the true memoir fashion. The book finishes when my mother dies.

This one is about a lady who is picked to help out the Gods. She is taken around the world on a flying horse. She helps families in need. Helps the sick and poor. She tries to bring peace to the world. This was not written with any dislike for one religion over another. Churches are just buildings. My way of thinking does not enter into the story. The idea was given to me while I slept. I just followed the ideas.

As the title suggests. This story is about ghosts. Quiet funny in places. The woman is an author wanting to write a ghost story. She has her agent find her an old house that is suppose to be haunted. The house she moves into doesn't look like a place where a ghost would stay. Too clean. Not falling down. She soon finds out there are more there than she can handle. The family of them begin to take over her life not giving her much time to write. The story is fast moving with not much "padding".

All my stories are written that way. I don't like parts which slow down the story.

I have a few others in my files which I have had a chance to do much with because they were last. Now I have found them.

Some are written for children in mind.

I have to go find the sun. The room where my computer is is freezing. My legs are becoming chilled. Haven't had time to find out the heaters.

Night out

One night on our trip to the Sunshine coast over Easter, We went to Alfie's Mooo Bar and Grill in Caloundra. A great time was had by all. The food was delicious. The service great. And we all got to talk to Alfie Langer, the man who used to play football. Us ladies received a kiss on the cheek and a hand shake on the way out. Everyone else there looked to see why we were getting so much attention. Especially most of us being over the hill. One lady said she wasn't going to wash her cheek. Ever.