Thursday, May 31, 2018

Finding Fizz, The first chapter

Sam had no idea how long he had been there; it could have been five minutes, it could have been his whole life. It was definitely peaceful, there was no disputing that, but the peace, the beauty, didn’t reach him. It was as if he had landed in paradise twenty seconds or twenty years ago, but his body was inside a bubble, and he would never know what it would feel like to breathe in this air, an air that skimmed in off the rainbow surface of the lake, which twisted and turned into the distance and a permanent, golden sunset. He knew it was permanent, as if the gods had spent an eternity selecting the most beautiful, compelling and affecting view of the sky to have descended over the world and cast a spell of solidity over it so the people of this strange land could always feel the emotions that it provoked – a deep sense of peace, satisfaction, comfort. Yes, everything would always be all right under this sun. But Sam felt immune in some way. He idly dipped a finger in the lake and when he pulled it out it was coated in every imaginable colour. At the same time, the far bank became home to an elegant, grazing creature whose mane reflected every one of those colours into the sky as its single horn glowed with a light so pure it could almost be heard. Sam wiped his finger, ran a hand through his golden curls and stood up. If he had been looking at the scene in a book in his homeland he would have been more affected by it than being here in person; he knew this. He knew that it was powerful and sensual and beyond the magic of anything he had seen in his life, but still it made no impact on his senses. A fog inside of him kept away the wonder of this world, and every enchantment caused his skin to buckle and churn with dread. If he didn’t get away from this place soon, it would surely make him ill. To read more..Pop on here... Amazon worldwide... Have a fun day everyone...

Monday, May 7, 2018

Jodie and the book of the Rose wins silver at the Wishing shelf awards

It is with great pride that I announce Jodie and the book of the Rose won a silver medal with The Wishing Shelf awards this year.
It is read and voted on, by children which I feel are the best reviewers for our children's books, don't you?
All the winners also get a beautiful medallion! When I receive it I shall post it for you all... YAY.. Jumping up and down...

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Jodie and the book of the Rose gets a finalist WSA

Happy to announce that Jodie and the book of the rose have been awarded finalist in the Wishing shelf awards.... The winners are announced next week... Jodie and the book of the rose... Ever since Jodie came into possession of her time-travelling library card, she has had more spectacular adventures than she would ever hope to dream possible. But along with the thrilling escapades and the steadfast friends she has made, she has endured her share of heartache. Jodie attempts to escape her helplessness by continuing her search for the precious, long-outlawed printed books that she adds to her growing secret collection at the home of her friend, Otso. While visiting her favourite Victorian-era bookstore, Jodie narrowly escapes an encounter with a mysterious, possibly malevolent woman. Could it be Ms Noble, the wicked librarian who had forbidden time travel and confiscated all of the other children's library cards? Otso has tasked her with finding a very special and important book that could be the answer to all her hopes - a mission that takes Jodie All over the world once again.Take one gypsy, a promise and a Book, and a key, and that's adventure..
The first book in the Jodie Broom series, has won a plethora of awards, including Readers Favourite, the wishing shelf, and new apple awards. Jodie 2 is now following in the footsteps...
Jodie has also been translated into Spanish and at present is just an Ebook, but is being processed for a paperback... #Watchthisspace

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Plastic.... the horror and its effects...

It seems that all shops have started charging money for a plastic bag, mostly with their logo on it which advertises the shop as we walk around.. I challenged one shop asking why the customer was being charged? They said it is for the sake of the environment. (I'm all for that believe me) I then pointed out that 90% of the goods in the shop was covered in Plastic? so shouldn't the manufacturer cut down? and shouldn't you be providing paper bags for your customers? which are slightly better... I have never seen so much plastic, the world is swimming, literally with the stuff, oceans full of this crap...
Birds and wildlife are suffering greatly
The tiny beads of plastic, which are employed as an exfoliant in personal care products, are designed to be washed down the drain. They go through the sewage system and many enter the natural environment where they can have a devastating effect over the long term as they are ingested up the food chain. Environmentally, plastic is a growing disaster. Most plastics are made from petroleum or natural gas, non-renewable resources extracted and processed using energy-intensive techniques that destroy fragile ecosystems. Plastic packaging – especially the ubiquitous plastic bag – is a significant source of landfill waste and is regularly eaten by numerous marine and land animals, to fatal consequences. Synthetic plastic does not biodegrade. It just sits and accumulates in landfills or pollutes the environment. Plastics have become a municipal waste nightmare, prompting local governments all over the world to implement plastic bag, and increasingly polystyrene (styrofoam), bans. Plastic pollution may not even be visible to the naked eye as research is showing that microscopic plastic particles are present in the air at various locations throughout the world and in all major oceans. Plastic is now ubiquitous in our terrestrial, aquatic and airborne environments - that is, it's everywhere. Can we not be more careful? Please?

Friday, September 8, 2017

Readers favorite awards

I am so pleased and honored to announce that 4 of my books have won the reader's favorite book awards in Miami.
The pictures speak for themselves... I had won another couple of things too... It is so exciting to get these awards, makes all your hard work, pays off somehow... Thanks to everyone involved...

Friday, June 16, 2017

Kicking Cancer's Ass.... A special thankyou to Velindre Cancer Centre.

I watch...
As each patient wanders through the vast corridors looking for their treatment room. With a plethora of friendly smiling male and female nurses, flit around the brightly lit corridors, always helpful, always with a kind word. Each and everyone that comes through the door of the Velindra Cancer Centre, has either got some form of cancer or has a relative or friend that has cancer. That knowing smile we all give to each other, full of empathy, and the invisible speech bubble would read" I know what you are going though and I'm so sorry." When you leave after your chemo or other treatment,tired,no one seems to say "get well" they say "Good luck" instead. That made me want to cry! I saw a 7-year-old little girl, no hair, a drip through her face and sparkly Pyjamas on, skipping to chemo! eyes full of hope. Her mum following hopefully behind her, and in the knowledge that this is poison her daughter is getting to help cure her! This will make her sick before it cures her! what a strange thing? Can we dare to hope for a healthier life? No death? Of course, we should dream. Hope is a good thing to have.
I have been to the Velindre Cancer Centre in Cardiff for many days with my brother, watching him get Chemo a poison which kills most cells to make you healthy again? My God is there no alternative to this poison, I had thought? An incessant thirst followed that night while the chemo seeped into his bloodstream and started its dreaded work. He looked haggard and so tired! Throat cancer makes you sound like Darth Vader on Helium! or no voice at all. Not being able to swallow even liquids makes things very difficult indeed; like having a cup of tea with a side order of razor blades! We can but hope that all of this constant bombarding will eliminate cancer that ravages us. Hope is eternal! Hope is good.
We should cherish each day, cherish our family, our best friends, our lives, our children Always! And be there for each other when we need it most. I give my most grateful thanks to the velindre Cancer centre for looking after those who visit.
Julie x

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Fly Portugal Fly............. (reblogging)

written by Stewart Lloyd-Jones May 14 at 9:30am · Dundee, United Kingdom ·
It is nice to see a country I love come out from behind its own shadow and proclaim itself with such confidence. People might dismiss last night's triumph as just a song competition that means little, or last year's victory in France as just a football competition between teams of millionaires. But to simply dismiss these achievements as unimportant really misses the point. As a country and as a people, Portugal and the Portuguese took a long time to get over the loss of empire and the decline in status that was clearly demonstrated to them with the French invasion and the British occupation of the Napoleonic era, followed by the departure of the royal family to Brazil and decades of constitutional and dynastic conflicts leading up to the Mapa Cor da Rosa (Pink Map) affair when the Great Powers (esp. the UK) swept Portugal's interests in Africa aside (not to mention the secret agreement between the UK and Germany to divide Portugal's African possessions between them - a plan that was foiled only by the outbreak of WWI). During the First Republic, the Portuguese government sought to legitimise itself by effectively begging the UK to allow it to enter the war as a belligerent - which was followed by the humiliation of the Portuguese Expeditionary Force being placed under British command and its contribution (perhaps accurately) described as more of a weakness than a strength. Then a further 10 years of political and social chaos before a military dictatorship that led to the New State under Salazar who thought the Portuguese people were like children who needed to be distracted from politics by religion, sport and music (Fátima, futebol e fado). Then came the 1974-76 revolution which, after a brief flourishing of popular political expression, was shut down by politicians who established a democratic regime whose leaders have for decades been telling the people that small, poor Portugal should be grateful to be in this club and that they should just get on with their lives quietly and accept the colonisation by wealthy northern Europeans and who should accept their language is too difficult for foreigners to learn, so they should all speak English... The Portuguese have spent centuries being told they are "too small, too poor and too stupid" and that expressions of national pride or achievement are vulgar (see the link with Scotland here?). Now the Portuguese are beginning to express themselves and to stand proud at what they can achieve - for now it might just be through two of Salazar's distractions (futebol and fado - and with the canonisation of two of the shepherd children by Pope Francis yesterday - Fátima), this source of pride and confidence runs deeper - and is shown in the election of a left-wing government that has moved to abandon the neoliberal orthodoxy and undo the damage caused by its predecessor. To elect such a government at such a time and in such a context showed real balls. It is like watching a butterfly emerge from the chrysalis... Fly Portugal. Fly. (some artistic licence employed)