Sheila's Guests and Reviews

We're going on vacation. No kids; just husband and me. And no visits to the fair. All the same, as I pack, I'm filled the same excitement I remember from childhood days. Knowing there'd be rides, and money to spend, and the freedom to choose which ride to spend it on. Except of course, in the beginning I was too small. Big brother got to go on cars where he really turned the wheel, and really crashed. Me, I rode on solid rails wherever the world said I had to. I remember the sudden freedom inspired by a ride that let me raise and lower my plane. The roundabout would start and I'd pull my throttle back. Up, up into the sky, and there I'd fly. My brother thought I was mad. I might as well have been on a ride that forced me to stay up high, but for me it was the freedom that mattered. I could have come down if I'd wanted. I did as I chose. Then there were roller coasters and the delight of being tall enough to join the excited line. I felt so brave. There was Nemes...

Blue moon on the cover of Refracted, my soon-to-be-published e-book with Gypsy Shadow Publishing... Blue sky now summer's here... Blue mountains high and far in a pale blue haze ... Blue days when we're out of the Cup... Blue eyes --my father's while mine are dull as mud... Blue flowers --don't tell me they're weeds; at least they're growing... Blue berries , red strawberries and white ice cream next Sunday... Blue birds in the garden... Blue verses for singing the blues ... Blue warpaint ... Blue eye-shadow ... and a blue man on the cover of Gypsy Shadow's next contest. It ends next week, so why not go over there and try? Just go to http://gypsyshadow.com , and click there for the next writing prompt. But before you do, please scroll down the page and share my joy at my name listed amongst their Newest Authors... I'm definitely NOT feeling blue !

One of the highlights of our trip to Texas with our son was a visit to Fort Sam Houston. We drove round the outside of the fort one day and it was huge. Not huge like Texas, this was really, really, really huge. I could hardly believe as we crossed yet another intersection that the fence nearby was still the same boundary. But on another day, we really went inside. As we stopped at the gate to have our IDs checked, I found myself trying to remember if I still look like my drivers' license photo. I think there's more than a few extra gray hairs, but we all passed inspection anyway. Our son then drove us past a perfectly ordinary-looking gas station, and stopped on the parking lot of what looked, at least to me, like a regular Home Depot. Of course it wasn't, and I really shouldn't have been so surprised at the washing machine sale inside. Even army personnel have to wash their clothes. Another drive, along quiet roads, past wide intersections where the only sign that thi...

One thing about growing up in England is you're never very far from the sea. Even in the days of our grandparents, a trip on the back of a motorbike to walk on the front and paddle in the waves wasn't such a rare occurrence. I've seen photos of my parents courting on the beach long years ago with my uncle and aunt. And my childhood holidays (vacations in American) just wouldn't have been the same without buckets and spades. Which is why Salt Lake City, while beautiful, could never quite feel like home though we lived there for a while. There's the Great Salt Lake, of course, which is great and salty, but it's not the sea. And there's desert, but it's not the same sort of sand. When our son went to college in Los Angeles, our occasional visits to him felt like going back in time. We just had to stand on the beach at some point in each trip and taste salt on the breeze. We've moved to Oregon now, of course, and every Christmas visit from my Mum is acco...

Mary Russel, author of Flickertail and Paint, Barnyward Sleuths , was born in 1948 and grew up in the U.S. in various foster homes and in an orphanage. She found her escape in books and is now a children's author and mystery writer. It is her hope that she can provide present and future generations of readers with the same enjoyment and excitement that she finds in books. Today, Mary's sharing some of her experiences in writing with readers of my blog. I'm delighted to have this chance to interview her (the first time I've interviewed an author), and I hope you'll enjoy reading her answers as much as I have. I'm sure Mary will visit here during the day, so if you have questions to pose, just put them in the comments. Meanwhile, if you visit Mary's blog at http://maryrussel.blogspot.com , you'll find me being interviewed there, and eager to hear from you too. Me: What did you dream of becoming when you grew up? Mary: Besides dreaming of being a writer, I...

When I was small I wanted to be a trapeze artiste and work in a circus. I knew the word was "artiste" with an "e" because "artist-ess" was too hard to say. (I liked logic, even then, and, of course, I knew there was always a different word for the feminine form.) Pretty soon I also learned that my physical talents really didn't lean towards PE, not even in school, never mind circuses. So I decided to be an "authoress" instead. I still have my first two novels tucked away in a box under the bed, written on scraps of note-books tied up with string. Somewhere between dreaming novels and becoming a mathematician, the powers that be lost the "ess"es from their words. (Were there ever mathematicianesses, I wonder, like giantesses writing with giant Greek letters?) Of course, I didn't stop dreaming (and reading) books. I didn't stop writing them either since once I became a mother (feminine in its own right) my dear first-born son ...

Mary Russel, author of Flickertail and Paint, Barnyward Sleuths , is interviewing me on her blog - http://maryrussel.blogspot.com - on Thursday 17th June, and I'll be interviewing her here on my blog. We're both new authors with lots of books in the works, and I'm sure you'll enjoy reading Mary's answers to various questions about her writing life. Mary was born in 1948 and grew up in the U.S. in various foster homes and in an orphanage. She found her escape in books and is now a children's author and mystery writer. It is her hope that she can provide present and future generations of readers with the same enjoyment and excitement that she finds in books. She has a Bachelor's Degree in journalism and enjoys reading, writing, cooking, crafts, and spending time with her husband and two very spoiled dogs. (There's a gorgeous picture of Cookie reading Flickertail and Paint on her blog, http://maryrussel.blogspot.com . You should really go and look.) Mary...