A fascinating experience

Yesterday I went deep into the bowels of Huddersfield Town hall. It's not a place I have ever visited before. I didn't know any of this existed.
I'd been invited to be featured, as a local novelist, on the Audio Magazine, which is organised by our local authority.
The Town Hall is a grand place, with a wonderful concert hall, organ and marvelous acoustics. Many musical evenings, concerts, orchestras, operas and choirs play there. However I was whisked away far from the grandeur down to a place few ever see!
The small room we were in, used to be the studio used by the BBC when they recorded events in the hall. These days a huge van and trailer park on the street for the outside broadcast.
It really was like being in a cubby hole! There were no windows or natural light at all. I talked about Resolutions, my novel, initially. After this, I was asked to read one of my short stories. We finished by recording some of my poems. These will not all feature on the same magazine, the poems will used over a period of several months.
This is a wonderful organisation. As with many things it could not function without its volunteers. One volunteer may read the news, sport or ex-servicemen's magazine. Another lady talks about local history, places and artefacts. Yet another, will deal with the admin of getting the MP3 players distributed and returned. Each magazine will have a feature, maybe a local author (like me!) or a representative of another organisation, for example, the Royal Society for the Protection of Birds.
I was delighted to know that all the listeners, loved e-books. I assume that this is because the font can be adjusted to each person's sight requirements.
The magazine goes out to between 400 and 500 listeners. Some of them overseas, as far afield as Barbados.
I don't expect the magazine I'm involved with will go out for another couple of weeks, so that brings us to early October. At that time a podcast will be available for a week on the Transcription Service facebook page (KRTN). However I will put a link on my own facebook page at that time. Unfortunately I can't give you an exact time for my piece.
So, thanks to Penny for looking after me and making me feel so welcome. I'm sure everyone of your listeners is very grateful for the work you, your colleagues and the volunteers do.

Book Launch at the Library

The village library invited me to hold my book launch on their premises.  I was absolutely delighted to accept. They even contacted the local Women's Institute to ask if they would prepare some baking for the evening.

Posters and flyers were issued and preparations begun!

My husband kindly made and printed off bookmarks for me, so that I had something to hand out- which also had a timely reminder how to purchase the book!
I was delighted with them.

On the evening itself he and some friends set up the hall. We arranged tables and chairs around which suited an informal get together where we could enjoy the coffee and cakes - the important bits!

I was overwhelmed when my friend presented me with this wonderful cake. It must have take her hours to ice! It seemed a shame to cut into it but it was worth it, it was scrumptious.

My talk seemed to go well. Everyone laughed in the right places and I didn't see anyone nodding off. After a I'd answered a  couple of questions it was time to get down to the serious business of the event. It was lovely to meet up with everyone, eat cake and have a good natter.

I'll leave you with a few photos which tell their own story.




Congratulations and many best wishes

Wednesday August 9th was a special day for me. RESOLUTIONS, was published, as an e-book, by Tirgearr Publishing.

To be published is the dream of just about every writer I have ever met. Few of us really believe it would ever come true. I'm one of the lucky ones - although that 'luck' took five years of hard work. It took five years of re-writing and editing in between bouts of  hiding the manuscript away, in the belief it was total rubbish.

With the encouragement, belief and enthusiasm of family and friends I eventually reached the point where I hoped the novel was acceptable enough to be submitted.

Within a  few days Tirgearr contacted me to say they were interested and August 9th proved just how interested they were.

Congratulations, best wishes and lots of goodwill flowed my way on that day, with messages and presents arriving all day long.

A huge thank you to everyone that contacted me. You made the day totally unforgettable.



http://amzn.to/2uCzJvK -UK kindle
http://amzn.to/2uSAzny -US kindle
http://bit.ly/2wFZ2Pd -    smashwords
http://apple.co/2vtIPxF - apple
http://bit.ly/2uRZ18s    -  kobo
http://bit.ly/2hUZEwR  -  nook

RESOLUTIONS - A short extract for you.

A short extract from RESOLUTIONS (published on August 9th) and photos of the inspiring locations.
Carly settled into the passenger seat and took the opportunity to look at Ben as he drove out of town. He looked tired and drawn, very different from the cheery person she had met in Bella's or the man who had been so full of fun at the fair.
Once they were out on the quiet moorland road, he eventually spoke. His voice was almost a whisper. "I lied to you. I did try to ring you but I didn't want Savannah to know."
Carly narrowed her eyes. “I know you phoned me. I felt an idiot when you denied it."
"I’m sorry."
Why didn’t you want Savannah to know? Is she your girlfriend?"
Ben stared straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel. "It's complicated.”
She pushed him further. "An explanation would help me to understand why you denied ringing me. We've got plenty of time, unless Savannah is expecting you back?"
Ben shook his head. "No, she’s not. Look, I think we should go somewhere where we can talk. We can’t really talk while I’m driving. Do you fancy stopping for something to eat? There’s an old inn, not far from here. Why don't we get some lunch?"
Within a few minutes Ben turned into the car park of an old thirteenth century inn. It perched on top of the moor with sweeping views around it. Carly caught sight of a reservoir, as the weak winter sun gave a slight glitter on water, at the bottom of the valley.
She smiled in appreciation. “This looks lovely. I bet the views are stunning in summer.”
As they entered the inn, she was charmed by the mullion windows, which faced the valley, giving diners a superb outlook. The walls were covered in horse brasses and old sepia photos of the inn in the past couple of centuries.

Drawing nearer

In seventeen days my first novel RESOLUTIONS will be published by TIRGEARR PUBLISHING.

Exciting times!  It's available now on Amazon for the great price of 99p/99c.
http://amzn.to/2uuKa7h

I've had quite a journey learning how to organise some of the pre-sale marketing and PR. My publisher has been very helpful with advice and support.  My local community has also stepped uo to the mark for me.

My husband came up with this lovely frame for me to take to my reading group and WI meetings.
 This created some interest and even convinced a few of the ladies to pre-order there and then from their phone.

The local paper has printed an article about me, which also created interest and a lot of amusement.
I have a few 'events' going into the diary, including a talk for next year and a publication 'party' in my village library.

It's been quite a learning curve, contacting book reviewers and bloggers, all who (so far!) have been very receptive and supportive. Friends and family have been supportive in sharing my posts also. There are many other ideas floating around and I'm off to explore them shortly. First though I have to get ready for my 'photo shoot' which is being sent to the WI regional magazine! Now where's the hair spray?


Resolutions - an excerpt.

Would you like to read a little from the beginning of the book? Well here you go...
 CHAPTER ONE

The large, dimly lit sign appeared momentarily through the driving rain.
YEARDON
WELCOME TO OUR TOWN
PLEASE DRIVE CAREFULLY
WE HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR STAY
Carly Mitchell pulled her car over to the grass verge at the side of the road. Indecision gripped her as her heart hammered against her ribs. Did she drive on into the town, back to the place where she believed she was hated, or should she drive straight through and not stop?
Darkness shrouded the long road across the bleak moors. A thick swirling mist was broken only by the beam of her car’s headlamps. The windscreen wipers were the only thing which moved, as if bored, by the effort of clearing the rain. She stared at the sign until the glare of oncoming headlights made her blink and bite her lip. This is it, her decision, her choice. Could she do this? She nodded to herself. She knew she could now. Twelve months ago she’d have been in pieces at the thought of what she intended to do, but not now. She had changed, grown-up, learned to stand on her own two feet. The old Carly Mitchell wouldn’t have dared make any decision, like this, for fear of upsetting someone. But her life had changed and for the better, and so had she.
Taking a deep breath, she slowed down her heart beat and controlled her shaking hands. A few minutes to recover her equilibrium were all she needed. Then she would drive into the town. She would do what she had come to do and leave. After that people could say and think what they wanted. She wouldn’t care.
It was past midnight when she drove into the quiet town. The wet road glistened under the street lights. Driving down the empty streets of the old Yorkshire mill town, her stomach churned. How well she knew all of these buildings.
 A large Victorian mill loomed up before her. The grey stone walls and rows of neat windows were highlighted by the street lamps. It almost resembled a barricade, another warning. Slowing down to look at the building, she smiled at her own foolishness. You’d never know inside were some charming tourist and gift shops and the little tea shop. She drove over a stone bridge where the road crossed a small river. In the dark she could hear the water as it babbled and gurgled over the boulders that lined its path.
Would she ever be able to walk through this town and into the shops again and receive a warm welcome? What sort of greeting would anyone give her now? What sort of greeting did she deserve? Yeardon had been a wonderful place to grow up. It was one of those towns where you knew everyone and they knew you.
Her mind a maelstrom of anxiety, she tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Who would have believed anyone’s hands could shake so much?
On the far side of the town she turned into a drive, which led down a short, narrow lane to an hotel, a converted mill owner’s house. After finding a space in the car park, she switched off the engine, but remained in the car for a few minutes. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes.
The drumming of the rain on the roof was not re-assuring. The weather seemed to be giving a further warning to leave now while she could. She peered through the rain- splattered screen at the sign above the front door. In copper plate script, it read Resolution Hotel’. The building looked well-kept and fresh. Business must be going well for Jim and Abi.
“Well, here goes.”
Her words, spoken out loud, helped to break the tension as the knots tightened inside her. After all she couldn’t sit there all night, could she? Inhaling deeply, she grabbed her overnight bag and willed her legs to move. Her head down against the biting rain; she ran up the five steps and pushed open the heavy oak front door.

It's here - available for pre-order!

I'm delighted to say that the publication date of 'Resolutions' draws near, August 9th. Meanwhile my first novel is available for pre-order on Amazon.


Please go along and take a look. It's on at the special pre-order price of .99p - an absolute bargin.

Tomorrow I'll be back with a couple of excerpts to whet your appetite

Best wishes
Carol

A fascinating experience

Yesterday I went deep into the bowels of Huddersfield Town hall. It's not a place I have ever visited before. I didn't know any of t...