Kindle Countdown Deal – Make a Joyful Noise

‘Make a Joyful Noise’, the musical romantic comedy about a choir at Christmas, is reduced to 99p (under $2) from today until early January as a Kindle Countdown Deal in USA and UK.

Download a copy now and find out if the choir get what they deserve for Christmas!

Make a Joyful Noise August 2013

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‘Infant Barbarian’ – two short stories to download FREE!

‘Infant Barbarian’, a pair of short stories, is free to download to your kindle or other ereader from Friday 29th to Tuesday 3rd December.

The stories deal with everyday family situations and their sometimes surprising resolutions.

In the first story, Old School, we meet an interfering mother-in-law who is due for a shock. The second story introduces us to an Infant Barbarian spoilt by an indulgent parent. Justice is again dispensed in an unexpected way .

This is a very quick read, ideal for a snatched coffee break. Enjoy!

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Author Interview with Julia Hughes

Today I am delighted to host author Julia Hughes as part of her ‘Celtic Cousins’ Reloaded Blog Tour – A Ripple in Time.’

I have long been a fan of Julia’s adventure stories and am delighted that she found the time to answer my questions.

When did you start writing?

Almost as soon as I could hold a pencil! When my sons were small, I’d bang out short stories on an old manual typewriter and send them off to “Women’s Magazines”. That was over twenty years ago, but I can still recall the excitement of receiving my first cheque and seeing my name in print!

What authors inspire you?

Those who are not afraid to take chances and write outside the mainstream. Although having said that, I thoroughly enjoyed “No Country For Old Men” by Cormac McCarthy, but only managed to struggle through the book because I’d previously watched the film.

What is your favourite book?
“To Kill A Mockingbird” by Harper Lee. No other book comes close. When re-reading, I’m constantly amazed at how she allows her reader to see the world through a child’s eyes. I first read this classic at the age of ten, or thereabouts, and immediately identified with Scout.

What is your favourite piece of music?
Claude Debussy, “La Mer”

If you had to choose a new national anthem, what would it be?
I’m with Billy Connelly. I think the theme tune from “The Archers” is more suited to our country!

What is your favourite poem?
Walter De La Mare’s “The Listeneners”. It’s haunting, and although the traveller has fulfilled his promise, it’s way too late.

Have you any advice for other indie authors?
LOL! I wish I felt qualified to give out advice! My own novels are a mixture of organic and structured writing. Whatever rocks your boat, but until you start getting words down, the story won’t get written. Carol Rivers swears by putting glue on her seat, and that one works for me too!

How important do you think marketing is for authors these days?
Marketing isn’t going to work unless you have a book readers want to read. Yes it’s important, but don’t expect things to happen over night. Instead of marketing, I enjoy opportunities such as this, to be able to appear on popular blog sites, and hope your lovely readers will want to check out my books.

Thank you Julia! I love Debussy’s ‘La Mer’ too. You will find more information about Julia’s blog tour on the fantastic site Words Unlimited.

I thoroughly recommend the ‘Celtic Cousins’ series; you can download Book 1 ‘A Raucous Time’ FREE and Book 2 ‘A Ripple in Time’ will be available again from 10th October – just see below! And don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter giveaway for a truly unique prize.


A Ripple in Time: Synopsis

Celtic Cousin Wren makes a psychic connection with a girl emigrating to America in 1912. Through his eyes, she is able to foresee the fate of the ship taking her across the Atlantic. 
Consequently, RMS Titanic steams safely into New York Harbour: an anomaly which creates devastation for future generations. Twenty-first century Britain still has an Empire, and World War One continues to ravage Europe. 
Wren must somehow turn back time, and repair history; even if it means sacrificing everything he loves.

From the author, Julia Hughes: 

An iconic image of the last century, the Titanic represents hope, ambition and tragedy. It also marks the beginning of the end of an era.  However, “A Ripple in Time” isn’t all about the Titanic. It’s about making unbearable decisions, taking chances and allowing faith, and love to grow. 
 

About this book:

“A Ripple in Time” is a time travel romantic adventure. Protagonist Wren Prenderson was nominated for “Best Hero” in the E-Festival of Words 2013 Awards Hall, and voted by readers into joint second place. 
“A Ripple in Time” has been newly re-edited for a smoother reading experience on your ebook reading device, and is Book two in “The Celtic Cousins’ Adventures” series. 
Book one, “A Raucous Time” is free to download from Smashwords, and Barnes & Noble. “A Ripple in Time” is available from all good virtual bookstores, including: Nook Books, Amazon, WH Smith and Smashwords from October 10, and in paperback from December 10. 



WIN! A customised copy of “A Ripple in Time” FREE entry: unique to you, as your name will appear in print as a passenger on board RMS Titanic. Paperback to be released on December 16. 

 




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‘Make a Joyful Noise’ FREE to download 23rd – 27th August from all Amazon sites.

My novel ‘Make a Joyful  Noise,’ a musical romantic comedy set in a choir, is free to download to your kindle for five days, starting today.

Make a Joyful Noise – UK

Make a Joyful Noise – USA

Happy Bank Holiday weekend!

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Peacock and Dragon

‘Peacock and Dragon’ is my new short story collection, published yesterday and available from all amazon sites.

Peacock and Dragon at amazon.co.uk 

Peacock and Dragon at amazon.com

The first story, ‘Strawberry Thief’, opens with a cutting from a local newspaper telling of the discovery of a young child’s skull and other small bones from at least a hundred years ago.

The story was a finalist in the Words Unlimited Short Story Contest 2013, a wonderful competition dreamt up by author Julia Hughes. What made this competition stand out was the nature of the challenge – competitors had to write a short story within 72 hours that would fit the cover designed by Laura Wright LaRoche of LLPix. The clock was ticking (literally – Julia Hughes set up a clock on the website to remind us to hurry up!) as writers on both sides of the pond scribbled furiously, and at the end of the allotted time, all were agreed on one important point – it had been a lot of fun!

The second story, ‘Peacock and Dragon’, portrays a young woman facing an age old dilemma. I wrote this as a companion story to Strawberry Thief; I had got a bit carried away with William Morris references in the first story and started noting down the names of his wallpaper and textiles designs, and when I came across ‘Peacock and Dragon’, I felt compelled to write a second Morris inspired story.

‘Love is Enough’ is about jealousy and the dark consequences it can lead to. The story started as a hundred and forty word challenge (from the Words Unlimited site )and grew into a short story, thankfully with its title the only William Morris reference.

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Lemon and Lace

Today I bring you the third and title story from my collection ‘Lemon and Lace’. In common with the other two stories in the collection, it is concerned with love and choice, this time the love of a married couple and how that love helps them solve a problem many of us have faced, namely having different taste to your partner in matters of home decoration!

Lemon and Lace

        “No Alice this morning?”

        “Oh, Tom’s looking after her,” I replied.”She’s getting too difficult to bring to rehearsals now that she can crawl.”

         Tom would be coping brilliantly, I thought. He can turn his hand to anything, my husband – DIY, housework, cooking, babysitting, you name it, he can do it. I should feel pleased and I do most of the time, but just occasionally I wish that he wasn’t quite so perfect.

         I sat down at the piano and arranged the music on the stand, while Mrs. Doyle continued,

        “You know, your husband is a real treasure, Elinor. I hope you appreciate him. Not many men would look after a seven month old baby for a whole Saturday morning, after working hard all week.”

        “Well, Alice is his baby too,” I said mildly, “but yes, I am very lucky.”

         I fiddled with my wedding ring then noticed a hole in my lacy tights – that would be where Alice pulled herself to her feet this morning, her sharp little nails clawing at me to get a closer look at the intricate pattern.

        Looking up at Mrs. Doyle as she posed by the barre, I thought, not for the first time, what a bizarre figure she presented. Her hair was held back by a pink nylon hair band and her feet turned out sideways in large scuffed ballet shoes. Her face betrayed an over hasty application of makeup, with a lopsided scarlet mouth, generously powdered nose and one eyebrow pencilled in a little higher than the other. She dabbed at her nose with a tiny lace handkerchief and then boomed out,

         “Now come along girls! We haven’t got all day! Take your positions at the barre quickly – you know it’s the show tomorrow afternoon.”

         A troop of giggling, excited girls streamed across the room to their places, ballet shoes tapping softly on the wooden floor. The room was lit up with the sugar pinks and soft blues of their leotards and cross-over cardigans; each girl was going to do her very best this morning. As I started playing the music for the exercises, I looked around the rehearsal room’s faded magnificence. The ceiling boasted an elaborate heavy moulding around the edge and in the centre, a single light bulb hung nakedly from an ornate rose. The walls rejoiced in a glorious golden buttercup colour and full length mirrors magnified the various splendours of the room, including quite a lot of discoloured patches of damp. My fingers moved over the piano keys mechanically while my thoughts went back to this morning’s painful scene.

        “You always want your own way!” Tom had shouted at me. We were having a quarrel about which wallpaper to choose for the dining room. He preferred dusky pink and grey stripes, but I favoured a delicate pattern with flowers and birds. Alice had let out a plaintive wail while I was trying to think of a suitable reply to Tom’s accusation. She crawled to the vegetable rack and tried to bite an old lemon she found on the bottom shelf. I picked her up and stroked her puckered face, giving her a piece of bread to chew on to take away the sharpness of the lemon.

         “Well, I think the floral pattern suits the room better…” I had begun.

         “Do you actually mind what wallpaper we have or what’s the most suitable?” Tom had yelled. “From the way you keep this house in such a mess, I can only conclude you don’t care at all what it looks like.”

          My eyes filled with self-pitying tears as I remembered these angry exchanges of ours. We were so different, Tom and I, with such different tastes. He was so organised and confident, whereas I…

          “Elinor! Elinor? Could we have the opening number please?”

          “Oh yes, of course Mrs. Doyle,” I said with a guilty start. “Right away.”

          I had to concentrate on this bit of music as it had a tricky rhythm. The dancers flew across the room, their eyes alight with excitement and energy.

          “Turn those feet out – heads to the left – hold your chin up, Jemima. Nice straight backs. Oh Holly, it’s the left foot first!”

           As the girls finished their dance, Mrs. Doyle’s husband, “The Major”, popped his head round the door and stared into the room with bloodshot eyes. He was wearing an old tweed jacket and smelt strongly of whisky and tobacco.

         “Just thought I’d see how you’re getting on – my word, don’t you young gels look pretty!”

        “Off you go upstairs, Horace,” said Mrs. Doyle crossly. “You shouldn’t be in here. Now girls, go to the back of the room and try your costumes on. They’re on named hangers, so there’s no excuse for taking the wrong one. And while they do that,” she continued to me, “we can have a quick chat. I hope you don’t mind me saying, Elinor dear, but you do seem rather distracted this morning.”

       “Oh it’s nothing much,” I said miserably. “Just a bit of a disagreement at home.”

       “Well if it will help, dear, I won’t need you for the last part of the rehearsal. I want to show the girls how to make their crowns for the show out of yellow pipe cleaners so you can leave early.”

          “Oh, thank you Mrs Doyle. That’s great! I’ll just have time to dash to the shops.”

          This was my chance to show Tom that I didn’t always want my own way.

                                                                     . . .

          A little later, my shopping successfully completed, I stopped for a quick cappuccino. It was a pity Alice wasn’t with me; she always found the frothy bubbles fascinating and liked to put her fingers in the cup and try to catch them. As I spooned the last of the froth into my mouth, I felt quite light hearted.

         I’m going to make a real effort to be organised and tidy, I thought. Tom’s right – I’ve neglected the house since having Alice and I’m not much good as a mother either. Why, just the other day I heard that you shouldn’t let babies watch television and I’ve let Alice watch ever so many things already.

          A glance at my watch revealed that I only had three minutes left on my parking ticket so I ran to the car, dragging my heavy shopping and drove home.

         “Tom! Tom!” I called out as I let myself into the house. “Where are you? Look what I’ve bought for you, darling.”

         There was no answer. I looked in the kitchen and was amazed to see the sink still stacked high with dirty dishes and a great pile of cushions on the floor.

         Why, Tom’s made Alice a cushion mountain to play on, I thought. I bet she enjoyed that!

           Alice was sitting on the floor contentedly munching an apple that she had helped herself to from the vegetable rack. I heard a banging noise from next door, then Tom came in, looking sheepish.

           “Oh hello darling, back already? Come and see what I’ve got for you. I rushed out to the shops with Alice, that’s why the place looks like a tip. It’s not easy getting on with things when she’s around, is it? But she’s been a very good girl and I’m sorry about this morning, Elinor – it was completely my fault. Put it down to lack of sleep and a busy week in the office.”

            As Tom was speaking, he led me into the dining room and I could hear Alice following us on all fours, still crunching her apple. I was amazed to see rolls of the delicate floral paper that I liked so much all over the table, with wallpaper paste already mixed and the step ladder in place to hang the first piece.

          “But darling,” I protested, “I’ve bought the striped paper you like. It’s out here in the hall.”

          Tom pulled me towards him and kissed me while Alice crowed with delight at our feet.

          “Oh Elinor,” he said, “I love you darling – promise me you won’t ever change.”

          “No chance,” I said smiling. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with me! But I have to tell you the wallpaper isn’t the only thing I bought you this morning. I’ve got you a ticket for the show tomorrow as well – I hope it won’t be too much of a penance for you to watch it!”

                                                                            . . .

          “It’s going to be wonderful,” whispered Mrs. Doyle to me from behind the stage curtain, just before the show started. “The girls are on tip top form.”

           “The Major” was sitting in the front row, snoozing gently, his moustache vibrating softly as he breathed out, and next to him was Tom, with Alice bouncing on his knee. Tom encircled her in his arms and gently nuzzled the top of her head. It was too dark to be certain, but I thought I could see a tear on his cheek. I realised then that I didn’t want to change anything at all about my husband. Alice put one arm around Tom’s neck and stretched the other hand out to the stage as the girls trooped in wearing their sparkly costumes. Tom watched me proudly as my fingers flew over the piano keys and Alice gazed with wide eyes and open mouth at the spectacle in front of her. She had never seen anything as beautiful as this before. It was like a great sea of frothy lemon and lace.

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Lemon and Lace is free to download from Smashwords

From a recent review:

Three beautifully written heartwarming short stories all of them joyful , uplifting , easy reads. Perfect pick me up or coffee break reading.

 

 

 

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Listening in Music – Guest post from Charlotte Tomlinson.

Charlotte Tomlinson is my guest today and she has chosen to share her thoughts on ‘Listening in Music’ – a fascinating topic. Thank you Charlotte!

What is ‘listening’ in music?

Listening is a strange one. It is as elusive a concept in normal everyday communication as it is in music. When do we really listen to someone without our minds half present or thinking of how we are going to reply next? How extraordinary and wonderful it is to bump up against people who get it, who know what listening is. And what is real listening? It is engaged, whole hearted, not just hearing the words, but hearing what is between the words and being totally present to the person who is talking.

So how does that apply to music? Of course musicians listen, always – they have to, it’s what music is all about. But do we?

I have been amazed recently at how easy it is not to listen, but to go through the motions of playing, being relatively expressive, but somehow not really there. I have seen it in students. It is all too easy to enjoy the physicality of playing the instrument without hearing the sounds that are coming from that instrument. So when people record themselves, it can be quite a shock to hear what comes out. Often it will brutally expose that lack of listening.

What can change this is to notice the melodies that need to be brought out and hear them clearly in your head before you play and also during your playing. Learning to pitch the first note of a melody, to hear it, if you are a woodwind player, a pianist or string player makes an enormous difference to what comes across. It is a much more ‘alive’ sound. Singers do this naturally because they have to. And this is what all the other instruments have to learn – to pitch, to sing in their head, to engage with the sound before it is played.

Listening connects to singing and singing is one of the clearest and most direct routes to learning how to listen fully as an instrumentalist. If you sing the parts that you are playing, you are more likely to engage with them. It teaches you listening skills that after a while become your default mode. I always ask my piano students when they learn a fugue, to sing each part one at a time. Then they have to sing one part and play another, followed by singing one part and playing two others. I strongly suggest they do this for at least three weeks before they start learning the notes with their fingers. The aural training that this gives them is phenomenal and it can be heard in their playing.

Pianists have to make this kind of aural training a priority in their practice. They don’t only need this skill if they are playing with other instrumentalists or singers, or if they are playing chamber music, they need it playing solo piano music. They need to listen to every part they play, balancing and singing out the dominant parts. Pianists can be at a disadvantage to other orchestral musicians and singers. If they were to sing in choirs or play in an orchestra more as they are growing up, they would really notice the difference in their ability to listen.

So listening is helped by playing or singing with other musicians and is equally helped by singing in your head and hearing what you need to play. But going back to the kind of listening we would all love in normal human communication: how would this apply to musicians?  I will just adapt the words slightly from the beginning of this blog to make it more relevant to a musician:

Listening as a musician needs to be engaged, whole hearted, not just a case of hearing the music, but hearing what is in-between the music. A musician needs to be totally present to himself, other players, the audience and above all the music.

You can follow Charlotte on twitter at @Charlotte_Music and find her book ‘Music from the Inside Out’ on amazon as a paperback and for kindle.

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