BRIDGET JONES WOW!

Things have been so manic lately and I haven't had time to do a solitary blog. Peter and I are manic trying to get our new art gallery in Uppingham organised for 15th August, so do watch this space. On my next blog I will list the incredible stable of amazing artists coming on board. And when I say amazing, I mean AMAZING!

We're also having new paving put down in the patio area, so the place has been an absolute dust trap. Nearly there now though and so far it looks a treat. On top of that, we have been hacking out old trees and shrubs that have overtaken the garden. It looks a bit bare and we can see into next door's garden, but it was so overgrown and in desperate need of a fresh ... a bit like us really...  ; ) And our neighbour - also Jane - is so grateful since a few rays of sunshine can now find their way into her shadowy and dank garden and she can get her washing dry now!

I have however, in between, been writing, writing, writing and I'm nearly nearly a third through my next book - well a least a draft form. I'm sure much of it will change by the time I get to the end, that's the way it goes, and I'm never happy until I think it's perfect. I am also very chuffed to see that I have had two reviews on Amazon for my current WALKING ON MARSHMALLOWS - likening my writing to that of the great Helen Fielding who immortalized the much loved memorable Bridget Jones. Now that is a compliment!

So come on, read it now by clicking on the link below:
Walking on Marshmallows

 the book to the right of this blog. At GBP1-99/$4-99 a kindle download it promises to be a barrel of laughs for such a little outlay.

Have fun.

Janey
; ) 
PS for those that have bought already many thanks for your support!

STUNNING PAINTING BY PETER BARKER!

I think, since Peter Barker - that's my gorgeous, lovely partner - is always waffling on about what a great writer I am on his blog,  it's time I waffled on about what a brilliant artist he is on my blog.

Feast your eyes on this!



I know...brilliant, isn't it?
And there's much more, You can see his much admired work on his website and blog. Here are the links.
http://www.peterbarkerpaintings.co.uk/
http://peter-peterbarkerpaintings.blogspot.co.uk/

His blog-write-ups are incredibly colourful too! I've told him: he should have been a writer! ; )
Speak soon
Janey

OOOOPS - SHAMEFACED ME....

I want to say a very big thank you to all those that have either bought the hard copy or downloaded WALKING ON MARSHMALLOWS on kindle, but I have a very big apology to make. I very stubbornly kept my book close to my heart so much that I didn't let anyone proof-read it other than myself, and of course you cannot proof-read your own work. Hence, a very dear friend of mine in south Africa bought my book recently, read it, loved it, but said, oh dear Janey there were some typos in it. Since then she has proof-read it thoroughly for me, and within the next few days the book will be uploaded again without the errors! For those that have already purchased, my humble apologies, and I truly hope it hasn't diluted your enjoyment of Angie's antics.

Speak soon...
a very red faced me...

THERE'S A LOT OF THINGS YOU CAN DO WITH MARSHMALLOWS

Besides wolfing them down in huge handfuls, there's lots you can do with Marshmallows.

You can toast them next to an open fire.
You can sprinkle them on drinking choc.
You can dip them in chokky (ooo yummie...)
...Or toasted coconut.
Or make a nice cake icing out of them.
Or make a smiley face on top of said cake.
Or string them into a snazzy necklace.
Or even shove them up your nose for that matter.
But the best thing by far is to DOWNLOAD THEM!
Come on!Easy-peasy! Get to it! And that is an order!

WALKING ON MARSHMALLOWS is available on Amazon, and (unless you are a robot) promises to tickle not only your ribs, but every single part of your anatomy.
A great summer read to curl up next to the pool with, or for those freezing their butts off in colder climes, perfect for stretching out in front of a roaring fire.

Here's the link:
Amazon:WalkingonMarshmallows

Now come on...
; )

FOR ANYONE WHO DARES

Here's a link below to us girls and boys at our local community choir last Saturday when we did our mid-year concert - yes I didn't mention that, did I? Not only am I a prolific writer, but an incredible soprano too! (My writing keeps me far too busy to enter into these current competitions doing the rounds at present...X-Factor, BGT, etc...great pity...)
Thankfully, I'm mostly hidden on the left front row by a bald head in the audience (not Peter's...although his was about three feet behind that particular one...) Occasionally thought, you might get a glimpse of me fidgeting and biting my thumb nail and looking gormless, and when the occasion rose, opening my mouth as wide as a hungry little bird about to fledge.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZZAZCbILOcct8-q5lMUv-eRpM9bi71nM

Bi for now
Speak soon...

BLIND DATES ARE MAYBE NOT THE ANSWER!

For those of you passing through and not taking cognizance of the pure literary genius a mere click away, here is a little taster below that I've plucked from Chapter four. And if you're wondering what is going on it's something to do with a blind date from hell, but that's all I'm saying. Get the book! It's only 2-99 on Amazon! Cheap as chips, and worth it's weight in gold. Well that is what I've been told ; )

Here goes...

Start of Ch 4

To be fair, delusions of grandeur quashed, close up he wasn’t too bad. This Angie valiantly concluded as the car pulled away from the litter-strewn apocalypse. At least, nothing that wasn’t fixable, especially these days, what with the onslaught of self-enhancement programmes such as Gok and Trinny & Suzannah, or that hoity-toity blonde with winged glasses whose name escaped her at present.

Teetering on this observation, Angie mentally catalogued his potential as they hurtled out of the crumbling estate and headed east towards the A47. For starters he could quite easily dispense of the facial hair and ponytail (both clearly an over-compensation for the lack of same on top) and with a quick fashion change, high-quality rug, built up shoes, head transplant.

Okay!

Alright!

What was left of Angie’s optimism plummeted. Not only was he the creepiest, most revolting man she’d ever set eyes on, but he was clearly committing the cardinal sin of wearing crocks over socks.

Oh Gad, why oh why hadn’t she insisted on a sneak preview? If she’d done that, like Matt suggested, none of this would have happened. Still, it was a bit too late in the day for that now. Now was the time for damage control, or rather to take control, because clearly from the constant rustling noise behind (Hazel pretending to tidy her already clinically immaculate handbag) there clearly was zero bonding taking place.

Time for a sneak peek.

Neck rigid as a poker, Angie, rolled her eyes clockwise, did a quick scan then rolled them counter-clockwise again. Honestly, if Hazel could put any more distance between them she’d be perched on the sodding bumper. And if nothing she could at least spark up a conversation with the poor sod. Apart from a monosyllabic grunt when he stumbled his way into the back, she hadn’t uttered a single word since.

The air in the car was so thick you could slice it with a hacksaw.

And Matt wasn’t helping either.

Angie tried to snag him, but he was all poker-faced and staring rigidly ahead, the only vital signs of life a little tick on the side of his jaw every few seconds.

Typical, just bloody typical.

Oh it was no use. As usual it would have to be up to her to save the day.

Grafting a smile on her face, Angie twisted round and peered cheerily though the gap.

‘Everything alright back there in the stalls?’

Hazel impaled her with a homicidal glare then went back to her frenzied ferreting.

‘So Terry—’

‘It’s Trevor,’ enlightened Matt, dragging his eyes jumpily off the road.

...So, there you have it, lots of laughs and many, many more to come.

Do yourself a favour (and me the honour) and get a copy!

Speak soon...let me get back to the grindstone

Janey 

Aha!

Aha! I got a comment! Well that was long coming after such a dry period. Nice surprise and surprisingly a very complimentary one. So a quick blog to say "peoples out there, do contact me!" It would be wonderful to hear from those further afield, writers, gardeners, painters! Anyone! Communication is a wonderful thing. So chow for now - I'm practising for my choir concert for tomorrow. I can't sing for toffee (and wing it a lot of the time..) but at least I'm willing, and it's pretty uplifting, even though I sound like a frog with a sore throat. Bye for now I'm off to have a lovely, deserving

Speak later.
Bi