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I 'm wife, a mother , a daughter, a sister,a friend,a crazy faerie loving, art creating, born in England living in the states, blond hair blue eyed, tea drinking, mixed media, atc swapper, digital artist, blogger ,Facebook, reader, writer, old movie watcher, paper addicted, high heel lover, dog owner,cupcake eater, creatively eccentric.. party hat wearer. Welcome to my blog. Where I hope you'll stay awhile and come back often. Hugs Wendy

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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

BLISS ANGELS: MY novel BLISS

BLISS ANGELS: MY novel BLISS

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MY novel BLISS

My first and hopefully not last Novel “Bliss” is now published ready for people to buy and read.
I want to thank Paul who though this whole process of writing, he was my rock and even when I wanted to give up he pushed me to stay the course.
Also my boys who let me talk about the characters and plot and give me sound advice.
Also thank all the friends, family and strangers who have brought my book, thank you, you rock.
Wendy Aspinall

Sunday, March 21, 2010

The China Cabinet



The china cabinet sat in the corner of my grandparent’s living room between the TV and the door to the hallway. I would sit for hours gazing through the glass doors to the wonderment of memories my Nanna had collected there. Inside there were bone china tea sets which once belonged to her mother. One was white bone china with a pale blue band around the top and the other gold with beautiful painted flowers. They were so thin and delicate that I feared to touch them.
The cups had a watermark and when you held them up to the light you could see a depiction of a Japanese geisha.
There were wedding cake toppers and a sliver bird of peace that had been on my Mums wedding cake. There was an old wooden doll of mine that somehow had ended up in the cabinet. But the things I remember the most were a small seal made from real seal skin, and a tiny white mouse with a red and white checked dress and a blue coat.
Nanna had brought it for me when we had gone to the seaside. It was tiny, no bigger than a half an inch tall but perfectly formed. It was made from felt and had a piece of thin leather for the tail and minuscule red seed beads for its eyes. It stayed in the china cabinet for years, although I had asked for it many times. But Nanna had been firm that if I had it would be lost and in hindsight she was right because it would have been lost. Because she had kept it safe I now had it. I am sad to say my Nanna passed away some years ago, but I think she would be proud to know that I too have a china cabinet. I look forward to the day that it too is filled with memories.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Good news or bad


When we arrived in the states all those years (10 yrs)ago. I brought myself a journal one because it had a nice poem inside which as the years have passed I have come to understand it's meaning but also so I could write down all the heartache, and sorrow I felt about leaving my home in England, my family and friends. I still remember the day Paul my husband came home with a large smile on his face with the news.
He said " I have good news and bad news, which do you want first?"
I said " The good news." ( hopeful that we had won the lottery, we didn't have much money back then)
"Well" he said " We could be moving to Scotland or to America."
" Okay" I said "What is the bad news?"
He looked at me then Said " We could be moving to Scotland or America." He was right the news could be taken as good or bad depending on your outlook. I didn't want to move to Scotland. Do you know how much snow they get there ? I hate the cold weather.So we were going to moving to the States. I should mention that my youngest son was three weeks old! I know what was I thinking , what was my husband thinking coming home and telling his post natal emotional wife that they were not only moving house but country......but 10 years later I look back into that journal with awe that we are here and my boys love it. My husband Paul and the boys all came American citizens last year. I am not ready yet to gave up my English passport, but like all things in my life when the time is right. I will know it.

Monday, March 15, 2010

THIS IS ME



It's Monday and I should be cleaning but I am reading.
I am a mother, sister and a daughter.
I love the color blue.
I like dancing to around the house to loud music.
I sucked my thumb until I was 10.
I hate being late for appointments.
I have great friends.
I have two wonderful, vibrant boys.
I would like to learn to swim but I am afraid of the water.
I have my best ideas when I am asleep.
My favorite movie is pretty in pink.
I wish my Nana was still alive, I miss her so much.
My husband is my best friend and my soul mate.
I have a passion of shoes.
I think being a mum is the best.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Blank page


I have often wondered why some writers talk about having a writers block, I have never had one. Maybe I am temping fate by even saying that but it's true so far... until this morning when I sat at the computer thinking what I want to say on my blog..... and nothing.

Don't get me wrong I have ideas for stories coming out of my ears. Like a short ghost story that popped into my head as I had my shower or a idea about a married couple that came just as I was falling asleep last night but today's blog nothing........

But it is as I feared when you put yourself under pressure to write it will not happen so I went down stairs and put on my ipod and danced around the house and I don't know if it was the act of letting go or just the freedom of dancing around like a teenager but this was the result. Thank you Muse you rock.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Writing my first novel was the easy part, getting it to print not so easy. Like most people I thought just had to write the story, and then you just sent it to a printing house and they magical turned your story into a novel... no, it is long and sometimes painful road of rejection. But there is light and the end of the tunnel.

To go into the world as a self published author and so here I am. My first novel is out there for the world to see. I hope you enjoy.

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