Welcome!

Hi to all new viewers as we end 2016 and thanks for following. The Sea Scribes had their last meeting for this year today and we are determined to be a bigger presence on social media next year.

My new website http://www.juliecround.co.uk has meant more people have found me and I have had fun on twitter, although I still have a lot to learn about that.

Sorry to those who missed out on the free books on Goodreads. I am selling on amazon but there are still second hand copies available, too.I don’t send ebooks myself. I can’t afford to let any more go as this is possibly my last book. The way I do it every book is sold at a loss and I don’t manage the computer very well.

I promise to let you know how the play is coming on but today I decided to scrap what I had written and start all over again. January will be a new venture in more than one way.

The boiler is fixed, Ben has his chair and we are warm and content again.

Season’s Greetings.

 

 

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Day of disasters?

Last night we lost all electric power except our lights. I went to bed worrying about it and we called the electrician this morning. He said it was the boiler or the pump.

We called the plumber and he said it was the fan in the boiler. He has taken it off to get a new one. I was going Christmas shopping but that looks a nono as the man who is fixing Ben’s rocking chair may bring it back today. Perhaps I’ll go, anyway, although it is raining and maybe we could do without a sausage ring and a meringue pudding.

Twas on a Monday morning the first man came to call-

We need the big chair fixing or through it Ben will fall!

Twas on  Tuesday evening the heat began to go-

There’s something up electrically, but what , we do not know.

Twas on a Wednesday morning and, searching for the fault,

Off went computer, television, fridge Р but all for nought.

So we called out the plumber and just hope it isn’t cold

Lets have it fixed for Christmas,’cos we are just too old

To huddle round the fire (It’s gas) and boil the water so-

We may be forced to go to bed, for warmth, of course, you know.

 

 

 

 

 

Back catalogue

Exploring the new wordpress and hoping to promote my previous books at the same time. This is me a few years ago when I launched the first ‘Never’ book about a married woman who ran away to Worthing and found herself in a mysterious house. It isn’t as dark as most of the other running away books written at the time. My writing is known as easy and gentle reading, but it moves along. Hope you like it.

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Christmas thoughts.

I’m not noted for my sensitivity but, this year, I am very aware of people who are not having a Merry Christmas. Those who, because of loss or illness are finding Christmas extra difficult need our understanding and those who are in war torn countries make one feel how unfair it is for us to be celebrating while they are suffering.I’m not sure about doe-eyed people pleading for charity money on TV but I do like to buy charity Christmas cards, especially as there is such a great selection in the church in town.Maybe we should all look at ourselves and wonder if we are pretending to be having fun, rather than giving joy. It will always be a time to celebrate birth and treat children but maybe it is also a time to reflect on how humans can use religion as an excuse for inhuman behaviour.

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Counting sales

Nearly the end of 2016 and I was wondering about ‘success’ again. How many self published copies constitute success? My first book sold over 200 copies but none of the others have matched that, although I have increased my use of social media. Now I am selling one a week and have 50 copies left of ‘A Lesson for the Teacher’ I guess they will all be gone in a year. The advice is to promote back copies and as I don’t use ‘Print on Demand’ that seems a great idea. There aren’t many of the others left in the loft and, honestly, I shall be sorry to see them go but each book usually finds more than one reader so it is time to let them fly!

I have been trying to take photos with my phone so the next blog may be more Christmassy. Best Wishes to all, Julie.

Funny few days

A whole weekend with no computer as I couldn’t get onto the internet. It didn’t matter as we had a lot of cards to write and two events to attend.

I still keep forgetting to take anything to photograph activities. I did take a picture of the meal we went to on Saturday but it was such a strange day I won’t post it.

The venue was the Green Man at Ringmer and the food was fine but OH, so much more than I could eat! I managed half the starter, half the main meal ( The vegetables were massive and lots left over)and half the Christmas pudding ( which was delicious) Then they served coffee and mince pies. I drank the very acceptable coffee and took the mince pie home. Now I know why some places serve pensioners’ meals.

Last night was the Woodies Christmas party and I wished I had a camera when the flower people came on. We won the first raffle prize and as I didn’t want a big teddy bear I chose the pickled onions! All the floor singers were great and John Cave was as amusing as ever.

As for writing. I think I am going to have to rethink the play and start all over again.I have a story to post for a competition but no more inspiration. If I can stay away from twitter I might be more creative.

Book review. The Mist in the Mirror.

This will contain spoilers. I have just read The Mist in the Mirror by Susan Hill who has a reputation for great ghost stories and this one kept me entranced for a while.

However, even if the author wants to leave the reader with a mystery there is no justification for the ending that leaves so many questions unanswered that it spoils the whole reading experience. I could have lived with the doubts about the identity of the crying boy. Each of us could have their own idea of that – but to have someone inherit a house and then never discover what happens to it is more than I could imagine. Also, what is the significance of the mirror? Is it just a door to the spirit world? Who is the old crone and what part did she play in the cruelty of Conrad Vane? Why are women safe but not men?

It was as if, once the creepy part was over , the author wanted to reach the end as swiftly as possible.There was so much that could have added to the story. It was a gripping read but ultimately disappointing.