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Two weeks & counting…

10 Sunday Sep 2017

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It is in fact less than two weeks. It’s eleven days. If I appear calm, dear reader, do not be fooled. This stuff never gets ordinary.

Your moment of SNOW SISTERS snippet.

“The sun starts its slide, falling away into another sea: underworld and oystercatchers and a mackerel sky…
Looking at her hands, she floats in the heat. Blue flowers sprout from her fingers, trail across the snow white paper.
I knew one day I’d be gone too long to go back…”

6 HANDS

SNOW SISTERS ~ 21 September 2017
From Honno, the Welsh Women’s Press

Three weeks & counting…

03 Sunday Sep 2017

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If it’s Sunday, it must be ‘snippet’ day…

From SNOW SISTERS

Verity opened her eyes with a start.
Slipping out of bed she opened the curtains on an unblemished landscape, a vast unbroken expanse of brilliant white. On the other side of the glass the sky split open like a pillow, white feathers falling through the air; an unexpected interlude as April played her most audacious trick. The branches of the trees were heavy with snow. Everything appeared twice its normal size. A pale sun washed the garden in a silent light.
She opened the window, dislodged the snow on the sill, watched as it thudded to the ground. A snowflake landed on her open palm. As it dissolved she imagined it under her skin; starlight in her veins.

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SNOW SISTERS ~ 21 September 2017
From Honno, the Welsh Women’s Press      

Four weeks & counting…

27 Sunday Aug 2017

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SNOW SISTERS
Your latest sneak preview…

It started with a single blue poppy.
One day in 1940, honeymooning in Wales for a precious weekend, Mared Pryce had gone to town in search of something special to cook for her new husband. Passing a chapel, she noticed a blue poppy growing between the cracks in the pavement.
‘In the middle of the day in summer, town’s full of people. I wasn’t daft enough to pull up a plant outside a chapel and risk the disapproval of whatever god-bothering flower arrangers might be on duty.’
‘But you went back.’ Meredith snuggled in, knowing what came next.
‘I certainly did, cariad; under cover of darkness.’
‘Like a spy!’
‘Like a thief in the night!’
She took the poppy without a second thought. There wasn’t the slightest trace of fear in her; Mared, a veteran of war-time London, hadn’t been afraid of anything and other than losing her faculties, she still wasn’t.   

4 BLUE POPPY     

SNOW SISTERS ~ 21 September 2017
From Honno, the Welsh Women’s Press                                       

Five weeks & counting…

20 Sunday Aug 2017

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Time flies when you’re excited… Here’s another small snippet from Snow Sisters for you…

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Rounding the edge of the building, I halt in my tracks.
   Close to the wall, a vast gunnera has taken root threatening to undermine the foundations of the house. Behind it, half hidden and jutting from the wall, the semi-circular, once elegant iron-framed conservatory – never in the best state of repair – is now covered in a green patina. Russian ivy creeps across the roof. Beneath an ornate porch, the rusting door stands slightly ajar. Through the filthy panes of glass, the shadow of more vegetation looms.
   There is a wild flapping as a bird hurtles through the gap in the door. Instinctively, I raise my hand. The bird knows its business and in a moment is gone.
   Behind me, rain begins to fall, the fine horizontal kind that soaks through to a person’s skin and leaves them shivering.
How very Welsh…

3 CONSERVATORY

21 September 2017
From Honno, the Welsh Women’s Press

Six weeks & counting…

13 Sunday Aug 2017

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‘Six’ weeks isn’t strictly true. It’s six minus three days – a lot of traditionally published books come out on a Thursday but as Sunday is ‘traditionally’ my social media day, for the next few weeks, technically I shall mostly be lying…

My Snow Sisters are waiting in the wings… The cover reveal is so close I can smell it…

“With a flourish she opened the lid, to reveal a sewing box lined with brittle blue paper… In each of the sections lay a collection of sewing aids…”  
    
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Six weeks to publication!
21 September 2017.
From Honno – the Welsh Women’s Press