Now I really feel like an Independent Author! No longer am I reliant on Amazon or other sites to sell my book, I’ve taken the plunge into my own eCommerce. Taking control of my life by writing my book was the first step and everyday I walk closer to true Independence.
I managed to upgrade my site and so far so good! I am getting orders and lovely reviews from customers that I met at Sexpo Perth. Juggling my new role as ‘Single Mum’ and my passion for writing is a new and interesting challenge, I want my kids to know that I love what I do and that happiness is the wealth that keeps you going.
‘Thank you so much for writing this book, I’d love to get my hands on the second one, I love reading erotic fiction. I read by sign language to my two deaf friends who are married. I would like to read all of your books, I do hope book two is available to buy in paperback soon’
Wow! I was so happy with this review , it’s that simple email that keeps you going when you wonder if really you should just go and work on the checkout!
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I feel so lucky to be here and yet I’m so far away from anyone I love, this is truly an epic adventure of heart and mind for me at Sexpo Perth. This isn’t how I start my seminar out loud but maybe I should have!
Sales are going well and before I am due to go on some angels come to visit me. One is Madison Missina her strong charisma always projected a few feet ahead, she also talks at the share center and is a proactive safe sex advocate. Madison takes the sexpo tours, holding the hands of the curious, encouraging their intrigue with every step. Then I catch Isabelle Deltore, she looks beautiful as always and tells me how busy she’s been and how she needs a break as always though her energy is high, racing around as fast as her motorbikes! She joins myself and Jack, a historian and we discuss his three published books. Sexpo really is soup for the soul, a mixture of the caring, curious and conscious.
It was an amazing question that my (extraordinarily handsome) E.N.T consultant asked me two years ago. I’d been ill for a while and had lost my self. Although to be honest I had lost my self long before I got ill!
My hubby and I have been through the mill these last few years, emigration, five house moves, working away, illness and redundancy. Basically we’ve experienced life and sometimes it pulls you together and sometimes it pushes you apart. We love each other sure but in love, no. Friends absolutely, lovers no.
It’s a harsh reality that we had to discuss. We are not connected and the more I write and get back to myself the further away we seem to drift. I found happiness in my writing and discovering myself.
‘You have changed so much’ he said. I have he is right and I love this new me but it’s not compatible to him any more, we both seem to accept that.
Not wanting to unsettle our two beautiful children nothing has drastically changed in our set up other than awareness and willingness to talk.
‘It seems everyone has been through this, is going through this or is divorced’ he said after talking to a few of his friends. He seemed surprised to find that there are not many happy marriages around. Everyone is struggling in one way or another, even if it is unsaid.
‘Men just don’t talk about their marriages’ he said.
Where we are right now reminds me so much of my first miscarriage. A sadness that we shared together. My body and mind seemed so disconnected from the world. It was out of my control and yet I was losing a part of me. All of a sudden the women around me shared their truth and experiences of miscarriage and I realised I wasn’t alone. It didn’t change the awful guilt or indescribable confusion about why this would happen but it helped with the isolation I had felt. I know my husbands friends were also willing to share their experiences too and it helped.
As we travel down this new road of ‘uncoupling’ I hope isolation isn’t a destination or even a pit stop. I hope we are not ‘damned’ for our new way of life.
I want to be happy and for those around me to be happy too, it’s that simple. Even when simple seems like a distant dream.
A spilt pot of black ink
Covers your soul
Gone in a blink
Then back with a blow
This weapon is heavy and strong and true
A friend you thought, a part of you
Then it is dashed
And reality changes
Light has entered
The darkness endangered
What an amazing year! My first book published and distributors knocking at the door! Wonderful clients who teach me so much and fabulous new friends and colleagues who enrich this journey.
Next year will see my second book published, writing workshops, more fantastic clients to help work on their books and another Sexpo. I’m sure other exciting projects will come along too, I just cannot wait!
My new workshops will include;
I was trying third person writing whilst away this July in Noosa. I didn’t
publish it at the time because I didn’t like it but it’s grown on me a bit more now.
He walked along the shoreline looking out onto the river, under the surface of the water he knew the fish were territorial. The flat glass surface reflecting the suns glinting rays however showed no sign of this underworld. Just as the pretty girls that walked the riverside their bodies happily bouncing showed no signs of the venom that Tom had experienced. No sign at all on their beautiful faces or their long smooth legs. They should come with warning signs! thought Tom.
Jules had been his latest jilter. Tom was a tall lad 6ft 3, broad shoulders and an even broader smile. Girls fell for him even before he opened his mouth and his Irish lilt spilled out, showering their small pretty ears with gifts of kindness and compliments. The problem was that Tom would bestow these kind gifts on anyone and everyone. They were not precious stones only occasionally found glinting in the sun, they were showers of light that would pour out of him. Sharing was his gift, he knew no other way. At first a beautiful sight but all too soon the receiver of these gems would want them all to herself, would want the sharing to stop.
These wonderful women didn’t think he would stick around. The next pretty girls head to turn was after all just across the road or serving him his next skinny cap.
Noosa was a seasonal resort and Tom hadn’t yet suffered a summer when the stifling heat was like wading through a sickly sweet soup. Tom was a dreamer and the next road trip had always been just a pay check away until now. He had fallen for Jules and had spent slow Sexy evenings sharing wine by the river, wrapping her up in soft blankets so that his hands could wander free.
He had also fallen for Noosa, the river had a vibe of its own different to the beach and the buzz of Main Street. He could easily settle here. What he had failed to tell Jules was that he had citizenship and could stay wherever he chose but he didn’t want her to know, he didn’t want to give anyone that power again and so Toms vicious circle kept turning, except this time he had found its axis.
Apparently Truman Capote was one of the founders of the fictional memoir. What a fabulous idea weaving fiction and fact together most of us do that everyday anyway and sometimes the fabulous freedom of fiction can help you focus on the facts.
Letting fictional characters reveal truths about yourself and yet leaving the reader wondering about exactly which threads are real is genius. As for the author talking to a stranger is so much easier, talking to the reader who we cannot even see is so much simpler, thank you!
When a character knows you enough to take you through all of your trials and tribulations and takes the time to gently reveal a different perspective they become your allies, part of the team. Occasionally the protagonist propels their perceptions with no protection for the author but that’s ok we are just the singer in the band. Thank you Characters.
I believe the writer is in flow when they write from their subconscious not their conscious mind. That is why you cannot edit as you go and also why there are so many mistakes. It’s like a right hander putting the pen in their left hand and finally getting to their truth. Obviously it’s extremely freeing but also confronting and continuously changing. Thank you subconscious.
Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas and On The Road are well known fictional memoirs. I wonder how many or which of Jane Austens novels are fictional memoir? I’m also sure there are many novels that are still sitting in ‘fiction’ whereby even the author doesn’t realise or are not willing to admit to fact. Thank you authors.
My fictional memoir Sharks and Lovers is available to download here Amazon