Spring is a little slower to arrive than this time last year, but that is no bad thing for all those creatures who need a while longer to hibernate.
Here, in Somerset, daffodils have already appeared and what a joy to see the glorious yellow heads of the Narcissus Tête-à-Têtes I planted last October, waving hello in the sunshine of my garden.
Not too long ago…catching up at last!…wonderful friend Luanne of Writer Site tagged me for The Work-In-Progress Blog Tour Stop.
High praise indeed, for Luanne is an accomplished, published author of both poetry and prose in many journals. Her current work in progress is writing her memoir called Scrap, which looks to be a fascinating read about a family defined by its secrets.
‘The gripping poems in Doll God take the reader on a journey through what is found, lost, or destroyed. The speaker in one poem insists, “I am still looking for angels.” She has failed to find them yet keeps searching on. She knows that what is lost can be found.’
Thank you so much Luanne for tagging me and showing so much interest in and support of my memoir and I wish you every success with yours!
Some English primroses for you:
The work-in-progress blog tour rules:
- Link back to the post of the person who nominated you.
- Write a little about and give the first sentence of the first three chapters of your current work-in-progress.
- Nominate some other writers to do the same.
This is the last work-in-progress blog tour I’ll do for a while as I concentrate on my writing, and I certainly don’t want to bore you, but for anyone who might want to know more and didn’t catch last week’s 777 Writing Challenge Post, you can read an excerpt here, and my short Memoir Book Blurb here.
Having recently merged the first three chapters into one, I’m left with a nice fat muddle. Here goes anyway:
How are we to recognise those moments when a casual exchange of words, a simple action or spur-of-the-moment decision changes our lives instantly and profoundly, when nothing will ever be the same again?
Chapter One: Freedom
Failed. I waited, frozen, for the passing of my sentence. For the blade to drop. I had known it the minute my back tyre had hit the curb during my three-point-turn and the terse look on my driving instructor’s face when we returned to the Test Centre.
Chapter Two: Wishing On a Star
My family’s attachment to Americans began before I was even born, harking back to the dark days during World War II, when my grandparents befriended and took in lonely American servicemen, giving them tea and cake in exchange for stockings and cigars and ‘candy’ for the kids – my mother and uncle.
The two amazing, talented memoir writers and wonderful friends
I’m tagging for this Blog Tour Stop are:
Irene who blogs at Reflections and Nightmares where she shares her beautiful photos, thought-provoking, challenging and often delightfully humourous musings, memoir bites and flash fiction. I look forward very much to reading some excerpts from her packed-full-of-adventure memoir, which I can’t wait to read.
Elizabeth who blogs at Breaking the Cycle, which is also the title of her unpublished memoir and which she describes as referring to: ‘my book’s focus: chronicling dysfunctional aspects to my childhood and connecting them to difficulties I overcame as a parent.‘ I hope that this brave and kind-hearted woman will share a few lines of her memoir.
So then, as spring yawns and raises its sleepy head from its long slumber, I wish you all a wonderful weekend of sunshine and laughter.
And watch out, you never know who might cross your path…