There's no situation in Life so bad that it can't be mended. by C. Dickens
After a busy weekend when my husband and I saw our son marry his beautiful fiancée at the 14th century Rose and Crown Hotel, Colchester, we’re having a quiet week pottering around the house.
Today, we went to pick up some bookmarks I had made by a local printer, Michael Oxley. I had tried to make them myself, but the standard wasn’t good enough for what I wanted. Using the designs I had created on Book Brush Michael was able to print high-quality bookmarks for an amazing price.
When our local librarian came to collect a few of my bookmarks, she told me that one of my books has already been borrowed from the library, which is pretty amazing. My son insisted that I took along a few of my book business cards to hand out at his wedding. I said but it’s your special day and it wouldn’t feel right for me to promote my books. My son said, but I’m so proud of you, mum and the other services we’ve used will be promoting themselves on the day anyway, so why not you.
I waited until more or less the end of the day before handing out my cards. I’m glad I plucked up the courage because when I got chatting to the photographer, Star, it turned out that her full-time job is an English teacher at a secondary school. She asked me, if my books were age-appropriate and I explained that I felt my writing was akin to Victorian Gothic tales and ghost stories, but I felt she would need to read Stone Angels for herself. I explained that I didn’t use over the top graphic violence or blood and gore. Star said she liked the sound of Stone Angels and wanted to use the book and my background story in one of her lesson as an inspiration for her students.
I was blown away by the thought my work was going to be used as a teaching aid to inspire young people to read and write. I felt my work had moved up to another level, which I hadn’t imagined or planned for when I set out on this writing journey.
The only downside to this week has been the discovery that old age has finally caught up with me. After a trip to the doctor’s to check out a health issue which as arose over the last two weeks, I’ve been told in three weeks time I will receive a letter from the hospital to assess my situation and determine the best treatment for me. Though the problem isn’t a big issue and lots of women and men suffer in different degrees with the same problem, it marks a turning point in my life, and the slippery slope to decline in our bodies. I’ve never been into hospital, apart from having my son. The thought of going under the knife scares me, so I’m trying not to think about it and focus on my writing. I was very upset to have my fears confirmed by the doctor. I sobbed, saying I had always tried to keep fit, eat healthy etc. My lovely doctor explained it wasn’t anything, I did or didn’t do it was just the simple fact that parts of us wear out with old age.
After finding myself in a dark place for a few days, I’ve decided I can’t change anything so I must stay focused on the positive and keep moving forward. Back to working on Granny Wenlock’s books and enjoying my life.