Donkeys get that Friday Feeling too!

Donkey looking over fence

  • Donkeys have amazing memories? They can remember a place they have been or other donkeys they met up to 25 years ago!
  • Did you know Donkeys hate rain
  • Donkeys suffer depression when left alone
  • They are very intelligent
  • Donkeys don’t like dogs
  • Unlike horses they are not easy to startle

Love Donkeys? Me too, which is why one of the main animal characters in my novel Flip Flops, Fiesta and Flamenco is Santos a mischievous ass who causes all sorts of mayhem.

Chuckle at the antics of Abby and Lou’s menagerie of waifs and strays when the book is officially released by Junction Publishing in March 2018




We all know writing isn’t easy, there’s the research, the ploughing through writer’s block, the self-doubt. It takes time and effort to write a book even if you are sitting in your pyjamas with copious cups of coffee and a large plate of cake at your side.

Little did I realise that was the fun part; falling in love with your characters, laughing at their mishaps, travelling by their side until page 246. That, however, was so easy compared to when you finish the dreaded synopsis, hitting the send button to send the manuscript out into the world, like a child on their first day at school.

Yes, yes I realise it takes weeks if not months to hear back from agents and publishers. I’m not stupid, well not much. They are busy people; they have cake too! What I didn’t know was just how stressful the waiting is. Wondering every morning is today the day? Will it be good news; will it be bad?  It took what? 2 weeks before I began checking my emails, casually at first a couple of times a day.  Now it’s all I can think about and yes it does wear you down.

Maybe someone deleted it by mistake? Perhaps I should phone and check? Oh God, it’s so awful they’ve thrown it in the bin and forgotten to tell me. Then again no news is good news or so they say. Who the fuck are “they” anyway?  It’s so frustrating the endless waiting; email checks go up to around 10 times a day around the end of the third week.

Maybe I should stop writing the sequel after all if nobody likes the first one what’s the point? Two short stories, a pitch for a children’s book about Daisy & Drake two adorable baby dragons, fifteen cups of coffee and twenty-six clicks on Gmail later. I am going out of my mind.

A walk that’s the answer, fresh air, clear my head. I reach the end of the street before I start to hyperventilate. What if someone calls while I’m out? Do they even call? There is no 4G, oh mercy I can’t check my emails. Messing about with my mobile, I nearly get taken out by an oncoming Greggs van. This is killing me literally!

There’s nothing I can do, it’s out of my control, frustrating, nerve-wracking as it is I just need to wait for the same as everybody else. Perhaps I could start therapy or maybe download Candy Crush to take my mind off things.

Maybe I should embrace the pain, after all, it can’t be as bad as if they say no. God, I need more cake and…. Wine. First, I think I’ll just go and check my emails.



Woohoo! It’s finally happened I have a real publisher, see; dreams can and do come true-watch this space

It’s Been a While

I could say I haven’t had the time to blog recently and in part that would be true. The day job, doggie incidents and my partner’s incessant requests for help with his landscaping project in the back garden have kept me occupied. However, I have also been working on the sequel to my first novel Flip Flops, Fiestas and Flamenco  which is now 2670 in the bestselling Kindle humour book list and has received all of 4 5* reviews on Amazon. Check out this excerpt from the follow-up- High Heels, Hope and Haciendas and let me know what you think!

Lou was furious her sapphire blue eyes flashing as she turned on Abby her voice trembling with barely contained rage.

“You better have a bloody good explanation, Abby Sinclair. What the fuck is that lunatic bird doing on the driveway”

Abby chewed on her lip

“Sorry I should have warned you it kinda slipped my mind what with….” she indicated Paisley who for once, cottoning on there might be a row, had made a hasty exit to the Ladies

“look at the state of me I thought it was going to kill me”

“Oh she’s not that bad once you get used to her” Abby paused at the look on Lou’s face which indicated there was no way anytime soon she was getting used to Loco Lucy

“Look there was an attempted break-in while you were gone and Sylvia had rescued some animals from a nearby farm. The owner had died and….Geese are supposed to be great guards you know ”

Lou held up her hands

“Apparently so, Abby please tell me we haven’t got a farmyard full at home”

Lou knowing Abby was invariably soft-hearted when it came to their friend Sylvia’s rescue animals was expecting to find out they had a herd of cows, some sheep and god forbid more donkeys. Their current equine was a master of escape and had caused chaos on multiple occasions that summer.

Abby definitely had that shifty look she thought as she sat down taking a sip of her friend’s abandoned drink

“God, all I wanted was a bath and a nap. Three days I’ve had…” she pointed to the toilet door which Paisley had entered before glaring at Abby

“All I wanted was some bloody peace!”

Abby had the grace to look guilty, wincing as she imagined three days stuck in a car with her son’s unique and unexpectedly pregnant girlfriend.

Sunday Lunch Spanish Style!

Tapas-1-300x201 (1)It was pictures like this and of course, spending time in Spain that inspired me to write my debut novel Flip-Flops, Fiestas, and Flamenco. Who wouldn’t want to be sitting at a small table overlooking the crystal blue Mediterranean while enjoying a light lunch? Maybe a slice of Tortilla, some crispy deep fried  calamari, fresh bread and olives. Feeling the warmth of the sun caressing your skin and your worries drift away on the gentle breeze. The sound of the waves lapping against the golden sand, the odd seabird and the heavenly scents of the sea mingled with lemon, freshly baked bread, fresh tomatoes, and deep fried seafood. The only thing missing is a large jug of Sangria.

It’s raining here in Newcastle at the moment, the sky is a  dark shade of grey. A pile of ironing is beckoning and I’m on my own so it looks like a microwave mac & cheese for lunch. but at least I can escape for a little while as I’m writing the second book in the Series, High-Heels, Hope and Haciendas which will be realised at the end of this year.

Ah, Memories!

Celebrating my love of Gin


I consider myself a bit of a Gin connoisseur and am a regular visitor to Dacantus in Newcastle upon Tyne, where not only are there 100s of different Gins, but you also get a delicious tapas served with each one you order. No other spirit has the distinct flavour that Gin has, My perfect moment in time, would entail sitting on a tropical beach, a good book and a refreshing G & T by my side. I am writing the sequel to Flip-Flops at the moment and as with the first book Abby invents strange and wonderful concoctions. This time, though, she develops some rather tasty Gin cocktails (obviously I will need to test them all!)

If any of you have any Gin Cocktail recipes you would like to feature in the upcoming sequel High-Heels, Hope and Haciendas please comment below. If I use any you will receive a mention and a free copy of the book when it is released later this year.