Sunday, April 17, 2016

Although I have spent many happy years here, I have now moved on to my own website

All my past blogs are making their way there too. So whether you're looking for new articles or favourites from the past, you can find them all on either my article blog or my writers forum. There is a wealth of interest to entertain and inform. Free downloads and much, much more and I would love to meet you there and maybe chat for a while.

I love my website and I truly feel that I am – at home there!
We all now have two homes, as the world has grown so much bigger. There is the physical footprint world – and the virtual armchair. My footprints graze the world’s surface with successes, hard work and disappointments, and of course I am at home there too. But now we have the comfort of the armchair, where we can sit, smile, and exist on a whole new level. This virtual world is unrestricted, unbounded, limitless and open to infinite imagination.
So my website is my virtual armchair and it is gloriously comfortable. I have no technological expertise, so my armchair has been built for me – just as my country cottage has been built by others amongst the forests of semi-rural Australia. But I am no less at home in either. This website and my virtual reality is where I can celebrate my writing, the characters in my books whom I love so deeply, the flavours and inspirations of my working life, and the pathways which wind through my mind and lead in so many exciting directions.
So come sit with me in my armchair. It is well cushioned, extremely comfortable, and vivid with imagination. The journey starts here, both for you and for me. Who knows where we may end?

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

New Releases..The Flame Eater & Between

Having decided to self-publish rather than stay with my previous traditional publisher, I am now delighted to have the freedom to publish any number of books at any time. Whereas traditional publishers limit an author to publishing one book a year – I can be thoroughly irresponsible and publish two together!

And that is precisely what I have done. I am proud to introduce my two new publications, The Flame Eater, and Between.

These two novels are entirely different to each other. The Flame Eater is now my fourth historical novel In accordance with the others, this mystery-crime-adventure-romance is set in the late 15th century, the late medieval period which fascinates me and has become the period of my greatest research over the years. I may live in a small and very comfy cottage in the semi-rural beauty of Victoria, Australia. But I spend most of my time in medieval London, exploring the alleys and shadowed buildings, the winding power of the tidal Thames, and the palaces of the high clergy and the nobility. It is definitely my second home. Old London may exist purely in my head, but it is very real.

But inspiration varies for every book, and this one was actually born through the appearance of the hero Nicholas, fully formed in my head. The creation of any fictional character is a slightly strange process. People often ask, “Who is this character based on? Do you write about your friends or neighbours, disguising them under false names? Are all your characters secretly copied from members of your family, even the villains?”

Well – no – none of that. Perhaps some writers do this sort of thing, but frankly it is rare. Fictional characters are invariably born purely from the imagination. Some tiny seed roots itself in your mind and there it glues, takes shape and grows until it is a fully formed personality, quite separate from anyone you have ever known. After all, I make great efforts to present my characters as three-dimensional, but they can never be as multi-dimensional as anyone actually alive.

My initial idea stemmed from wondering how a very strong character might cope with being treated as beneath contempt and unworthy of attention by his arrogant family. Most books present such a man as angry, rude and vengeful, someone who will fight to prove his worth and lose his temper at the injustice of his treatment. Invariably he would be shown as impatient and furious. Authors seem to think such a young man will push and shout in order to vindicate himself.

But the haughty, rude and angry personality of so many books does not correspond to how I have discovered reality. I therefore decided that a character sufficiently strong and confident in spite of his family’s stupidity, would actually use humour as his defence rather than his temper, and would simply laugh at any attempts to undermine him. Thus Nicholas was born in my head, and I fell in love with him at once. He is now one of my favourite heroes, and he is certainly unusual.

At the same time, I learned some interesting and little known historical facts concerning Henry Tudor before his invasion of England, and that enlarged my plot. Then the final inspiration – I became interested in the psychology and injustice of the old system of arranged marriages and how terrible this must have been for young women forced into marriage against their will.

I disagree with much of what I have read over the years, for noble and wealthy women of that time were well accustomed from childhood to the idea of marrying a complete stranger, and for political motives, the dowry system and the need of family alliances. . Of course there were young women pressured into marriage against their wishes – but many were only too eager to marry someone of wealth and importance, who would then facilitate their own entrance into the world and enlarge their lifestyle and title. It is also fair to point out that many young men were pushed into marriage against their will. But most accepted the inevitable since a wedding was an alliance and rarely if ever seen as a romantic attachment.  It was usually designed to aid both sides. However, this convoluted range of possibilities began to form itself into an interesting storyline in my mind.

And there it was – The Flame Eater was born.

I love my characters. Nicholas and Emma carry my book to its end, and the romance between them is unusual, unconventional, but – I hope – delightful. Yet there’s more. I don’t write romantic stories without interweaving plots. So here there is medieval history wrapped up in a crime mystery – and the romance weaves through it all.

My other recently published novel Between could not be more different. I have never written anything quite like this before –for a start, it is basically contemporary. This is a dramatic crime-mystery – a who-dunnit – no romance this time although there are many interweaving storylines and the plot is by no means straightforward. Mystery is the main ingredient, but this is no fantasy either. In other words – a crime drama with a twist. And it’s a big twist.

Warning – there’s plenty of bad language. My principal hero swears like a trooper. But this is intentional and very much an essential part of his personality. Please forgive him. My poor Primo is sad, lost and lonely, desperately trying to pretend his strength, and sullen bad behaviour is his defence against a world that does not want him. He knows no better.

My inspiration for this books was also a little unusual. I saw a fairly old film of Johnny Depp’s entitled The Brave. I was unable to sleep, and was sitting up in the early hours one chilly morning, watching late-night television. There were certain aspects of this film which moved me, and in particular the endless drag of hot dusty American roads. They seemed to symbolise a kind of hopelessness and typified the endless stretch of a fruitless life without ever arriving at a satisfying destination. The dust drifted in a hot and aimless wind towards an empty horizon. A sense of utter directionless foreboding seemed to dominate the film. The film is actually full of symbolism, and the futility of that dusty roadway haunted me. So then, since I was half asleep anyway, the plot of my new book started to materialise in my mind. It is absolutely nothing like the plot of the film – but that’s what sparked it off.

The next morning I started writing, and I couldn’t stop for months. I am much indebted to the extraordinary talents of Johnny Depp. My book is thanks to him.

This is a quirky novel. It’s not like any of my others, and it’s not like any other crime-mystery I have ever read. See what you make of it.

I am immensely proud of both books. I never publish anything unless I am proud of it – but the author cannot always be subjective. I would love to know what my readers think. If anyone cares to buy and read my novels, do please leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads, and do please let me know what you think.

An author has a burning need to communicate. My books are my way of communicating with the world. I would be so terribly happy if people cared to communicate back. I don’t want to sit here at the computer muttering to myself. I am talking to you. Please talk back. I would really love that. And I would love it if you enjoy the books I write. They are written for you. 

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Monday, January 11, 2016

STAR WARS is back - Incase you hadn't heard!

In a cinema not so far, far away, I recently saw the new Star Wars film for the second time. And I honestly think I enjoyed it even more than I did the first time. It is pure, unassuming unchallenging and unadorned entertainment – especially for those who saw and enjoyed the original three way back a couple of centuries ago! Or thereabouts. And it seems there are plenty of us.

I was in a hospital waiting room yesterday when two doctors walked past, chatting to each other. One said, “So she’s his sister?” And the other said, “No, I think she must be his cousin.”

I knew exactly what they were talking about. Total strangers, doctors in white coats, in a hospital – and no names mentioned. But I still knew what their conversation was all about.

And by the way – no, she’s his cousin.

But it’s the business of villains, the black and white of good and evil, and the age old battle of light against the dark side that interests me here. It is not immediately obvious why we are so absorbed with villainous evil, when this is something that very few of us will ever actually experience in our own lives. And it is certainly not that we wish to. We hope beyond all else that the vile slaughter of a world war or terrorist hatred, the appalling sickness of a catastrophe such as the Nazi onslaught or the horror of the Rwanda genocide will never, ever touch us. So is it actually cathartic to keep such terrible deeds to the once-removed innocence of fictional theatre, cinema and novels?

We love a fictional villain. He (or she) is also a great deal more interesting to write about. Darth Vader will remain a favourite as do Sauron and Voldemort. - I must confess that I find Voldemort far more interesting than the adolescent Harry. In fantasy, extremes of evil are more acceptable – whereas in a contemporary novel it seems unnecessarily exaggerated to write about a villain of immeasurable wickedness. Yet in historical terms we are fascinated by those least attractive characters such as William the Conqueror, Henry VIII – and poor old Richard III, who was never a villain at all, but who continues to carry the glossy appeal of a terrible reputation.

Making villains believable is quite a challenge to the author – but having someone to hate, a character threatening the heroine, and working against our hero, is essential.

Star Wars has it right. Bring in a little sympathy – a little understanding – and definitely some mystery. But make that villain pitch black and the dark side as dark as possible. Shakespeare was a master. His villains may be wildly exaggerated (why do some people actually believe that his monstrous deformed demon is a historically accurate portrait of Richard III?) but they create the dramatic suspense and excitement that is needed in fiction and theatre. Importantly, even in their impossibly over-villainous portrayals, they manage to pull in our sympathy at the same time as we loathe them. In fact, I can be reading a book or watching a film which fails to impress me – it can even be rather poor – but if we have already been presented with the injustice perpetrated by the villain – then I will feel the need to read (and watch) on simply to see that evil creature receives his justified comeuppance!

In many ways the villain can be more important than the hero and heroine. But in most good books we can be absorbed, engrossed and bewitched by a joyous triangle of hero, heroine and villain – and thus we are cheerfully glued to the pages, awaiting the outcome.

So, who is your favourite villain?

And why?

I’d love to know. 

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Christmas Curiositie's

In the northern hemisphere, winter can be long, dark and bleak. In ancient times this could mean starvation. The land froze and any remaining crops, edible roots and herbs disappeared under the snow. Farm animals were brought under cover, or killed and their meat preserved by smoke. Chickens stopped laying. Wild animals were harder to hunt, as they either migrated south or slunk deeper into the thicker parts of the forest. Sometimes hungry wolves crept from undercover and attacked vulnerable folk living in outlying huts. In those past centuries, poverty increased in winter, the sun barely rose, and older folk died of hypothermia. It was a season to fear.

And so, the human spirit being what it is, from the earliest times it became the custom, then tradition, and finally the accepted religious practise, to congregate and celebrate during mid-winter, so lifting the hearts of an otherwise suffering people. A mid-winter feast could help save lives as well as encourage hope until spring came again.

In early Nordic and Celtic civilisations, this celebration was known as Yule, and it is surprising how many of the customs which originated then, have been carried forward even to today. The ancient worship of the tree, and in particular the evergreen which still carried its greenery amongst other trees which stood bare and stark – although finally brought to England as a Christmas festivity by Queen Victoria’s husband Prince Arthur – has its origins in Nordic times. Other Christmas customs date to the same period and pagan religion – decorations of ivy, holly and mistletoes for instance.

Christianity took the hint. It was easier to convert the pagans to the new religion if some of the most popular old practices were brought along with it. Besides, no date of birth for the infant Jesus is offered in the Bible, and therefore adopting Yule as Christ’s birth came as a sensible adaptation.  

The Christian church brought new power to the seasonal festivities. Feasting and drinking continued of course, including the wassail cup – another pagan custom brought over into the Christmas tradition. This drink, taken from a huge wooden bowl and shared amongst all present, became a medieval delight. It can still be made today and the recipe is simple enough. Cider, or a combination of cider and ale, should be well spiced with nutmeg, cinnamon, ginger, cloves, juice and zest of a lemon or two, and some spoonful’s of honey. Chopped apples are sometimes added. This is simmered for some time and served very warm. Medieval recipes were never exact so adaptations are freely permitted, but few would still wish to share the same drinking bowl amongst the entire party.

 Although there are now conflicting opinions worldwide concerning Christmas, most of us set out to enjoy the season in our own way. Some of us are more religiously inclined – others less. However, its origins are now accepted as specifically Christian and many complain that we are now too materialistic and concentrate our celebrations around eating, drinking and gift-giving instead of the nativity. But drunken self-indulgence was actually the original basis of the period, still occasionally known as ‘Yuletide’.

 Christianity has of course, refined and brought glorious additions and although medieval celebrations were firmly based around the mid-winter traditions of feast and pleasure, the church was central and Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve was a great event. The season started on December 6th and continued officially until January 6th.  Present giving – which at first took place on 12th Night, known as Epiphany, symbolised the arrival of the three kings and the precious gifts they brought to the infant Jesus. Travelling actors set up in town squares and re-enacted the story of the Nativity. Carols and songs of praise were a great part of these plays, and were carried over into the homes of the people who heard them. Mummings, religious and comedy plays were also very much the practise during the medieval Christmas, and all theatre blossomed as a result.

Food, of course, played a major part, and the principal meal on Christmas Day itself was traditionally, although only for those who could afford it or were permitted to hunt it, wild boar roasted on the spit and served whole with or without the proverbial lemon in its mouth. Mince pies were made with real meat which had been minced (hence the name, surprise, surprise!) and cakes, puddings and a hundred other delicacies were indulged on this most lavish day of the year. The medieval royal court gathered and celebrated in extraordinary style, courtesy of the king, but the ordinary folk gathered as well, meeting with friends and neighbours, and even the poor, the priests, nuns, and the beggars of Bedlam were expected to eat and drink and be merry.

The first day of the official Christian season of Christmas was St. Nicholas’ Day (December 6th). St. Nicholas was traditionally the saint who brought rewards to those who deserved them (although something quite different to the undeserving!). Father Christmas, based on the original saint, is a principally American adaptation – but also just another example of how nothing related to Christmas is new.

So whether the festivities marked the worship of the tree and nature, the need to break the bleak subsistence of mid-winter, or celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ – it has been Christmas time we have celebrated since the earliest times.

Saturday, November 21, 2015


A WHITE HORIZON leads us over the Arctic Circle and into unknown ice-lands where the endless wilderness is snow bound, and what lies beneath is hidden. The great white polar bear wanders, master of the sea-ice, and beyond the icebergs, the whales, seals and walrus claim their own dominions. Above soars the sea-eagle, hovering on the low wind. But is there some creature greater than any of these? And does that creature conform to human limitations – or does it transcend conformity?

Humanity has revised its beliefs many times over hundreds of years. As an example, once we thought the Neanderthals were little more than ignorant, brutal and almost mindless beasts. Now we know they were a race of intelligent beings who possibly inter-bred and certainly interacted with homo-sapiens at the time when both lived in fairly close proximity. We may carry Neanderthal genes. Over the centuries we have also discovered many new species of animals, first thought magical or fabricated, until they were gradually accepted as part of the natural fauna of our world.

So what have we missed? What other creations existed in distant eras? What mysteries have still escaped our scientists? What may we still discover?

This book answers these questions and takes you roaming where few have dared go before.

Imagine yourself surrounded, isolated, and half buried in the greatest freeze any land can support. The wind whistles, slashing against you with the force of an ice-army. And yet this is no hurricane. As the long day continues, the wind will strengthen and the gale will take your breath away, pounding you down to the snow. The land is white and everything is frosted. Yet the sky is black, star studded, and cloudless, for this is the endless night of the arctic winter. The bitter cold trickles down the back of your neck, freezing you inside and out. And there is absolutely no escape.
Set against the Nor’Way of the 9th century, as men hunt the white bear for its magnificent pelt, and sail the northern seas to plunder, trade and settle in the land of the Anglo-Saxons, this book explores both history and fantasy. The first of a trilogy entitled STARS AND A WIND, this novel A WHITE HORIZON travels deep within the mysteries of love and hatred, and follows Skarga and her young friend Egil as they face dangers which they could never have imagined before.

A WHITE HORIZON is available  and
Kindle and Paperback editions available., the audio book to follow.

Friday, October 30, 2015

Loving History

We owe so much to all the long struggle of those who lived, suffered and battled in the past, who strived to achieve their best, and finally died within their own developing lands and the considerable limitations and restrictions of their society. Whatever level of civilisation we can now claim, is all thanks to those long gone.

I have enormous sympathy for those who endured torture and execution in times when such things were considered right and just. I will not denigrate their pain and courage by pretending that the whip, the rack and the axe were not as fearsome as I know they were.  And so in my books I do not spare the explanations and the descriptions. Thousands of men and women deserve the honour of their stories told without pretence or a softening disguises. In those past centuries there were times, in particular under certain dynasties, when torture was common enough. There were also centuries devastated by the plague. Two English kings and thousands of their subjects died of dysentery, in all its agonies and misunderstood horror. The small pox was a terrible scourge, and later it was the equally misunderstood syphilis which was the most terrifying disease. But the actions of kings, lords and ordinary folk could be just as fearsome. I do not believe in turning away or refusing to acknowledge the misery, astonishing perseverance and bravery of our ancestors. I believe it right to tell their stories in honest truth, and not belittle their suffering by being too squeamish to describe what they endured.

But it was not all terrible and there has always been love, loyalty, friendship, kindness and determination to survive and improve the conditions of those who needed help. Long before the age of the Welfare System, the poor, the widowed and the sick were helped by their lords and their neighbours, out of loving kindness. And my books also include this care and happiness, and in particular the love – that humanity has always found indispensable to life.

I write historical fiction, and although most of my plots and characters are fictional, I set these stories against genuine backgrounds with genuine historical characters who take their place alongside those I have invented. I am fiercely devoted to the truth and keep my facts accurate. So where some real event of the past occurs on my pages, then I am quite sure I have told it correctly, at least within the limitations of those details still available to us now. But I equally feel obliged to present the fiction as accurately as the fact. We owe a great deal to the past and should honour it with accuracy. Remember, those who lived in the distant years have made us what we are today.

We now strive to live as comfortably as we may, principally because we have learned from the past. Or have we? The Christian Church was once as tyrannical and intolerant as those inspiring terrorism today. Great wars were fought to prove that God was on one side – or the other. Torture was used to convince heretics of their mistakes, and then they were burned alive to ‘cleanse’ their souls. More horror was commuted in God’s name than in the name of human greed and ambition. Although – of course – in many cases the greed and ambition of the old church itself was the direct cause. Over the centuries most countries and religions have developed through trial and error, suffering and grief, pain and experience. It has been our worst behaviour that has gradually taught us better.

In a similar vein, it is the diseases of past centuries which enabled us to develop the understanding of germs and hygiene, to discover medicines, and the humane desire to cure everyone we can. So it is through the ignorance and vice long-gone that we now understand how we must attempt to improve the world and the lives of those who share it with us. Hundreds of years ago we held justice in trembling hands and expected little equality. Medieval status, ambition, avarice and acquisitiveness were considered admirable qualities. A little later, to torture in order to produce confessions was considered logical and necessary – to invade and fight a battle that killed thousands was considered a valid method for proving strength, enacting revenge or acquiring a throne. A woman was necessary for breeding, and could be obtained through negotiation with her parents, while wives, children and servants could all be legally whipped if their ‘master’ believed they deserved punishment. .

I won’t continue. Some men were always kinder than others, and not all women were abused – nor were they all averse to abusing others. But these things were accepted back then – whereas now in the Western World, they are not. Even though they still occur, they are condemned. And that is precisely because we have learned from the past. We are hardly perfect, but it is the effort, failures and successes of our ancestors which have gradually taught us not to fall into the faults they could not escape themselves.

So my books of historical fiction are as accurate as I can make them, and do not quake at the presentation of the truth in all its loving kindness and sacrifice, caring and, yearning, pain, disease, blood and injustice. I will not insult those who suffered by pretending that their agonies were no more than a sneeze or a hiccup. I respect and I salute the past. But it is not only my desire for accuracy that drives my writing. I also adore the challenges of the past, and so both my plots and my characters inspire me. My characters in particular soon become as real to me as the genuine historical figures that appear in my books.

I should love to share my enthusiasm with you. So may I introduce my three historical novels – now available worldwide on Amazon both as ebooks and in print -


1483 and Edward IV wears England’s crown, but no king rules unchallenged. Often it is those closest to him who are the unexpected danger. When the king dies suddenly, rumour replaces fact – and Andrew Cobham is already working behind the scenes.

Tyballis was forced into marriage and when she escapes, she meets Andrew and an uneasy alliance forms. Their friendship will take them in unusual directions as Tyballis becomes not only embroiled in Andrew’s work but also in the danger which surrounds him.

A motley gathering of thieves, informers, prostitutes and children eventually joins the game, helping to uncover the underlying mystery and treason, as the country is brought to the brink of war.

SATIN CINNABAR                           

Bosworth was not the bloodiest battle in history, but it changed the future of England forever.
The king is dead. Long live the king. Recovering consciousness on the battlefield, Alex, seeing the devastation around him, knows the threat to his life is by no means over. But when the great lords of the land make war, everyone is at risk. The local population, the besieged villagers, the respectable wives and their daughters threatened with rape, the ravaged farmlands and the looted properties are considered simply collateral damage. So Kate, frightened but defiant, dresses as a boy to escape the attentions of wandering soldiers, deserters and drunken victors.

Henry Tudor claims victory and the throne. Alex fought on the wrong side and does not expect favour, but what he never expected was to discover the murdered corpse of his favourite cousin. And nor – once discovered – to become the principal suspect.

Kate and Alex meet in unusual circumstances but romance must wait as Alex narrowly avoids execution. First there is as murderer to uncover and a myriad of investigations to instigate into what has happened, a new regime to accept, disguises to adopt and discard, and finally a very different life to understand.


With three older brothers, Ludovic expects no inheritance, no sympathy and no surprises.  He has taken to a life of secret smuggling as his solitary source of income. But he is not the only one in the family with secrets and Sumerford Castle is a home of of brooding unease. Yet amid the conflict, Ludovic finds love, unexpected and passionate. Alysson does not at first appear to be his match, but he is determined to find a way to keep her.

These are dark years in England’s history and with the first of the Tudor dynasty on the throne, the fledgling rule is under threat from other claimants to the crown. One of the Sumerford brothers supports the 'pretender' Perkin Warbeck and gradually draws Ludovic into the conspiracy. Treason, if discovered, means certain death but when escaping from one danger, the twists of mystery and subterfuge can lead to others.

Following arrest, imprisonment and torture in the Tower, Ludovic seems likely to lose his very minor fortune, his barely awakening romance, and possibly his worthless life. But once again, not everything is as predictable as it would seem.