Clueless in Nailsworth – a sedate little town in the Cotswolds, in the UK

Ducklings on the local canal

Update: I’ve since moved to Arlingham, Gloucestershire…

I’m based in Nailsworth, which is in an area of the Cotwolds four miles to the south of Stroud. It’s a wonderful place to live with many beautiful walks and stunning views, being one of the ‘five valleys’ – Frome Valley, Nailsworth Valley, Toadsmore Valley, Slad Valley and Painswick Valley. If you’ve read ‘Cider with Rosie’ you will no doubt remember Slad Valley.

I settled here in March 2010, it seemed like the perfect place now I spend my days writing. There is a real sense of community here and I’ve already met some very interesting new people who will hopefully become long-term friends.

In writing terms I’m a fledgling, perched on the edge of the nest and daring for the first time to spread my wings and attempt to leave my warm, comfortable safety zone. Why do it? Because I’ve caught ‘the bug’. Or rather unleashed something that began when I was about twelve and remained locked away inside of me, rising to the surface only when I relaxed my guard. Writing was my ‘guilty pleasure’, I really only had time to write poetry in the ‘family and career’ part of my life. Luckily both were very full and my creative streak was pacified by my hobby of designing interiors, which for a few years also became my career. There was a turning point, a pivotal moment in my life in 2009 when I decided life was shorter than I realised and now was the time to realise my dream.

In eighteen months I’ve written four books, the first one is being published in February 2011 ‘Touched by The Light’ by Book Guild Publishing. So with a debut novel and three others proofed and sitting on the shelf in my study, I ask myself ‘What’s next?’ The truth is I haven’t a clue. Ideally I’d like to interact with people who enjoy reading about life, relationships, psychic connections and above all, romance. In order to grow I need feedback and in order to get feedback I need people to read what I write, so this website is a good way of opening a direct link to my work and myself. I’m interested to know what format people prefer to read in, personally I still love the feel of a book in my hands, but eBooks are going from strength to strength. Should I seek to publish my books in the order in which I wrote them because it’s a developmental thing? Someone out there will no doubt understand my need to ask that question and have something interesting to say in return. For some reason I felt compelled to ‘play out’ some of the side character stories from ‘Touched by The Light’ in my fourth manuscript ‘The Restaurant’, which is a collection of stories. I have a tidy mind and hate leaving things unfinished, especially when it comes to relationships.

So over to you, if you have found this page from the gazillions of web pages out there, then you found yourself here for a reason – and thank you! If you are moved to send me some feedback or some advice, then thanks a million. I need help to grow and I want to succeed. For me the joy of writing isn’t complete until a reader turns the final page of my book with a smile, having loved the characters and wanting more, but feeling that the ending was fulfilling.

I  hope you will come back and visit again, kind regards

Linn

Mulled Wine, Mistletoe and Snow

Snow at dusk
A real winter wonderland ....

Sounds like a perfect Christmas to me!

After a number of difficult Christmases due to the loss of cherished members of the family, I didn’t think I’d ever get some of that special spirit-of-Christmas feeling back again.  It will never be the same without them of course, but enough time has now passed to allow me to see I have to be thankful for all those good memories I have of Christmases with them and accept it’s time to move on.

So I pulled out the trimmings, dusted them off, and whilst the snow was gently falling outside, trimmed the house once again.  I realised that life doesn’t stand still.  I already know beyond a shadow of a doubt that loved ones who have passed over are always around us, so now is the time to concentrate on the new generation we are welcoming into our family.  I will embrace the changes to come and a new Christmas routine.  This year I’ll celebrate the smiles and pure joy reflected in the eyes of an energetic two and a half year old, an inquisitive nine month old and the latest addition who is only four months old!

The mulled wine will be in the microwave shortly, the mistletoe will be hung over the door and magically the snow has appeared just on cue.  So all that’s left for me to say is a very ‘Merry Christmas’ to everyone, take care if you are out driving in the snow and thank you for taking the time to read my blog.

When life was simpler ….

When I was twelve I doodled ‘Poetry is the epitaph of life’ in the margin of my English book. I stumbled across this recently and it made me realise how youth and inexperience actually allowed me to bare my soul in words, with no sense of holding back for fear of judgement. If only it was as easy as that as we grow older! This was a poem I wrote when I was fourteen years old –

Minutes of Uncertainty

The cold, grey morning
unwraps itself around my bed,
sliding over my dream and casting
that especially cruel Monday morning death
over my contented peace.

The time rolls on,
there is a destiny waiting,
a world unfulfilled,
lives to be led.

Beyond this, somewhere, is an end
where no tomorrow and no today survive,
where time hovers
and one hour becomes half an eternity,
the rest of our lives the missing half.

The joys of writing

I’ve come to realise that writing is a very solitary pursuit, but even though I’m a people person I suddenly find that I’ve never been happier.  I spend my days in my own little world, writing about people who have become very real to me.  I’ve been writing novels for eighteen months now and can’t seem to stem the flow.  Too many ideas, too little time.  I think I need a visit to a deserted beach ….

Welcome

Monday 13 December 2010 and day one of the start of my website.  Ironically the number 13 has always been very lucky for me, particularly Friday the 13th!  Strange how something that is lucky for one person can prove to be incredibly unlucky for another.  Well, whether it’s fate or a helping hand from those on the other side, you move forward in life grabbing what opportunities and help come your way (remembering to say a big thank you to those who have been there for you) …….