A Return Journey #BookTwo #RawandUnedited

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Of late, I’m often being asked: “When will the next book be finished?” “Patience, Grasshopper,” I reply. (No, there are no grasshoppers in the story. Or any other insects, for that matter. There are a couple of worms, though). Actually, I’m loving the whole process, plugging away and no idea what I’m doing half the time; a career as a novelist doesn’t… Read more »

#BookTwo #DailyLines #remindyouofanything

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In which Maurice Ellis, presenter of Dream Home Australia, interviews the owners of the old Catholic Seminary about their plans to restore the magnificent, but derelict, building … “The film crew hovered, alert and quietly efficient. An expectant silence fell over the building site. The clapper came down. ‘Hello Richard. Hello Gordana,’ Maurice Ellis walked with the Lemanns towards the tower, hands in… Read more »

#BookTwo #DailyLines #NotAnotherFrontDoor #NoItsNotRed

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Well … um … thankfully this week I was able to resume Book Two. Hurrah! Here’s a little bit:   “Pale yellow is the colour of betrayal and deception.” – Degas “The door of the cottage was painted pale yellow. She would have called it a “nearly Naples Yellow” – not the Naples Yellow that was made by Winsor and Newton,… Read more »

The Red Door on Linda’s Book Bag

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I was absolutely delighted to be asked to guest post on Linda Hill’s book blog – it was published last night in the UK. Here ’tis: The Red Door on Linda’s Book Bag The Red Door by Rosa Fedele FEBRUARY 21, 2016LINDASBOOKBAG It gives me great pleasure to bring you a book with a difference today. The Red Door by Rosa Fedele… Read more »

Writer, Interrupted

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A very belated happy new year, everyone! So, we decided to move … not a jot of writing has been done, and the only painting consisted of slathering Deep Ocean and Antique White USA on the walls! … and, while I’ve been absent & utterly consumed with moving house, some lovely reviews of that little book I did write have… Read more »

Merry Christmas to you all!

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Merry Christmas to you all, lovely readers and art lovers. Thank you for being utterly brilliant and for your wonderful support of my very first literary offering. So many of you have told me you’re planning to read the book over the holidays … I’m imagining Kindles propped up on poolside deckchairs and paperbacks on fireside wingback armchairs, pages covered in wet… Read more »

Dear Potential Reader – A Satire by Earl Chessher

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Dear potential reader, Rest assured that you will find some of the words in this novel offensive, unclear or below or above your reading level. You will be driven to skim over, or find ridiculously short, certain passages, and may be upset with how the story ends, or the possibility that there … is no perceived ending. It is not the author’s… Read more »

Another taste of Book Two, Untitled and Unedited

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  A little bit manic here at our own house, with builders and painters and sparkies working furiously away. Trying to look at it as inspiration – fodder, if you will – for Book Two. Here’s another tidbit, lovely readers. Enjoy.   “Lights, Camera, Action   Maurice Ellis was poised at the beginning of the long walkway which ran in… Read more »

Developing my Lady Beatriz …

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Sketching, sketching, painting, painting … trying to bring my characters to life on paper and canvas for Book Two. Will post another snippet soon (did you like the last one?) Rx

A Tidbit From Book Two

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A tidbit for you, lovely readers, from the new book – raw and unedited. “Never again was she able to look at a sparrow in the garden without a faint sickness in her stomach, without remembering the taste of its flesh. It had been a game, she thought at first. A game, involving a cage built of wood from an… Read more »