I read something the other day which implied old people were stuck in the last century, it made me ask the question, ‘Am I stuck in the 20th century?’ unlike the two ladies above, who, probably, not only hailed the pill as being the best thing since sliced bread, but Viagra also – and what would we ladies do without it? Viagra, that is: I can do without sliced bread. But going back to my original question, I do appear to be stuck in a certain era as my novels have been set in the mid 80’s: the 60’s, and the 40’s, so, it doesn’t take an Einstein to realise my novels border on ‘historical’.

Why? I suppose, it’s because I was born in the middle of a century where writers and playwrights were only just beginning to produce realistic prose and plays for the first time. Also a time when women took a giant leap, along with technology. But I didn’t actually burn my bra whilst partaking in free love – that could have been a tad dangerous – singe more than my hair.

Women are much more liberated these days, unlike those actresses in the 60’s films who mainly portrayed married women as ‘housewives’, which led me to believe – and I blame Doris Day for this – that when reaching the marrying age of 21, every woman had a pinafore surgically attached to her chest, and a constant smile glued to her face as she  bent over the washing machine: and not just for Hubby’s pleasure. If that was the ‘woman’s lot’, then I thought, ‘Sod that for a game of soldiers’. When I did marry, it was to a man who never had his dinner on the table as soon as he got home from work, as I was usually still at work, and he certainly didn’t have his slippers warmed.

As for old age being one of the symptoms of being stuck in the past, I an erring towards agreeing with it. We, of a certain age, have such a lot of experience to look back on. But I’ve not quite got to the point yet, while standing at a bus stop and some young guy asks, ‘Show us your boobs,’ I pull up my skirt: or, when I get hot flushes whilst sitting over my desk, I find one of them hanging in my mug of tea.

Blogging about growing old is fun, and when one reaches a certain age you can get away with anything. But between the other day and today, when I asked myself that question, I thought, perhaps, I should up this ‘old-age’ stage a notch: lead my kids and grandkids to think I’ve  finally lost it by playing quoits with Hubby in the living room. Oh, the sight of it would scar them for life. 🙂

See you all in the New Year. Have a very merry Xmas. ‘Hasta la vista, I’ll be back.’ And that’s a promise.








It’s been two years since I published my first novel on Amazon, and since then I’ve published four more. Over the past two months I’ve been absolutely overjoyed to find all my novels are being bought, not just the latest one, and I’ve sold more in the past two months than I did for the whole of 2014. My heart has pounded every morning after turning on my computer to find I have moved further up the charts, and in the top 50 in some genre’s. That is really something to celebrate, so I am taking this opportunity to thank you all, across the globe, who have read my work.

I am no late-comer to writing. I started writing seriously in my early thirties, but after a few years trying to obtain a publishing deal, I gave up, put all my work in a drawer, to concentrate on a career that was more stable and lucrative: teaching. I loved teaching, imparting my love and enthusiasm for literature, that’s why, when I retired, I took up writing again, but this time not as a hobby, as I once called it, but as another career. Hubby – along with my three children – has always encouraged me, and he doesn’t ask if I am going to write anymore, he asks if I’m going to work.

My 6th novel, OPERATION MAINSPRING, will be out in the New Year. This one is an action/adventure/detective story, and it’s the one book I nearly didn’t complete. As this latest book is so different to any of the others, it has caused me more stress and anxiety, but, this year has not been an easy one. Hubby was very seriously ill, and not expected to pull through, but thankfully he did. Then in the same week my 37 year old nephew died, finally succumbing to a brain tumour, so I spent three months in the middle of this year not writing anything. But with 50,000 words of Operation Mainspring, already under my belt, I had to try and finish it. It took me ages to pick up the thread again. I couldn’t easily get back into the flow: into the rhythm: and spent most of my time just thinking about it, along with trying to come to terms with my nephew’s death, and almost losing Hubby. But I came though: I persevered – I am not a quitter –  if I start something, I like to finish it, and I have. I am into my third proof-read and have someone working on the cover.

You’ve probably picked-up by now on a device I use when writing – that is to regurgitate interesting characters. My latest effort involves a minor character in the novel Tale of Two Women: to a whole novel about him and his army life in, To the Edge and Back: and now one of the main characters in, Operation Mainspring. Another character I have used more than once, is Doctor Thomas Schmidt, the German surgeon in, A Life Once Had. I knew his character had legs: had more to give, so he appeared again – after the war – in A new Beginning. The key though, is knowing when to bury your characters for good, to move on.

After a year of ups-and-downs, personally, my writing year is ending on a very positive note. But the absolute highlight has been the appearance of my 10th grandchild last week. She is my fourth granddaughter and she is gorgeous, as are all my grandchildren.

As this might be my last blog before the New Year, I’d like to give a BIG thank you to those who have read my blog – which has reached 80 countries – and, most importantly of all, all the readers who have downloaded my work. I wish everyone, a very happy Christmas and a prosperous, and peaceful, New Year.

Thank you all, once again, and do HAVE A MERRY, AND HAPPY, CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR.

With best wishes: Patricia.


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For the past four weeks I have been sat at my desk – sometimes for eight hours a day – from 5am in the morning, until 9.30am then again from 11am until 3pm. (you see, my ability to even count has gone out the window, along with my patience, as I know I am hell to live with at the moment.)

I knew I wouldn’t get my 6th novel out for Christmas, but I did think I would have it in it’s second proof reading stage. The truth of the matter is, I’m not yet through the first proof-reading stage. BUT, I have only seven more pages to go, which not only needs proof-reading but editing too, along with some paragraphs taking-out and others putting-in. I will have finished it by the morning, hooray, then I can get down to moving around the dust that’s settled on the furniture.

I am so uptight about not getting my work finished, everything else has gone by the board. Anyone would think I’d got a publisher shaking a big stick at me for not adhering to a strict print deadline. As I am my own publisher, along with the writer, the general dogs-body, the chef, the laundry woman and the baby sitter, I would like to point out I had my 10th grandchild four days ago and I’ve still not got around to seeing her, how awful is that? But I have been kept up-to-date on FB, and she’s gorgeous.

That’s what this profession/hobby – or should I call it an obsession – does to a person. Being a writer is not easy. It is in fact the most solitary profession one could have, but it’s not the isolation that’s the problem, it’s the people milling about me. Oh, how I wish I had a log-cabin in the hills for me to escape to, only to re-appear three months later with a whole manuscript, written, proof-read, and ready for publishing.

But what has stressed me out most, is not finding the time to write my blog, something I did want to keep up with as for the past two months my books have been flying off the shelves, really doing well, and high up in the Amazon charts – well high for me. So here it is folk. I know its short and sweet, just like a quickie, but to my way of thinking a quickie is better than nothing at all.

And as I am trying to cut down on my sugar intake the following has not helped with my stress levels.


Best wishes until the next time, and don’t forget to send me your comments, it will be great to hear from you.