Zero Tolerance to Hunger

   

     I love food. Not just eating it, but cooking too. I'm on a diet at the present, I'm happy to say it is successful and that I don't feel hungry.

    Being on a diet is my choice, what I cook for dinner and buy with regards to food for my home is up to me. If I want to go to a restaurant, I can.  The options I have to fill my thankfully, shrinking tummy are endless.

    But, there are so many in the world that do not know where their next mouthful of food is going to come from. Parents don't know how they are going to feed themselves, never mind their children. Natural disasters, climate change, poverty and wars add to millions of people's desperation.

    As individuals we can do very little, but governments and large organisations can. On Monday 16th October it is, World Food Day and Pope Francis will join ambassadors of the United Nations to discuss how we can eradicate hunger in our world.

    It won't be an easy task, but we can only hope that plans can be put into action and the people effected can at least have one less thing to worry about.
http://www.fao.org/world-food-day/2017/home/en/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCwWybijNYA 

   

Alone

    We all have memories of our childhood and I hope your recollections are of happy times. Unfortunately, life I know isn't kind to us all and many writers of the past and present put their own experiences down onto the page, creating unique work.

    I'm featuring today a classic poem by one of my favourite authors, Edgar Allan Poe. He was a genius at producing, a deep, dark atmosphere with his usage of words. Whether, the poem below reflects his own childhood, I am unable to say. But, as a man known to have had a turbulent, short life, the words do echo someone looking back at a not so perfect time as a child.

Alone    

 

From childhood's hour I have not been

As others were, I have not seen

As others saw, I could not bring 

My passions from a common spring

From the same source I have not taken 

My sorrow, I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone

And all I loved, I loved alone

Then in my childhood, in the dawn

Of a most stormy life, was drawn

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still

 From the torrent, or the fountain

From the red cliff of the mountain

From the sun that around me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold

From the lightning in the sky

As it passed me flying by

From the thunder, and the storm

And the cloud that took the form

When the rest of Heaven was blue

Of a demon in my view

  Edgar Allan Poe 1809-1849

  

Disappointing Hero?

   

    Last night on T.V I happened to see an author whose work I have admired for many years and still do. However, when I had the opportunity to meet the acclaimed writer in the flesh a couple of years ago, I was really disappointed.

    Blaming them for being much different from the one I perceived, or the one I believed they portrayed theirself as, would of course be wrong. Because, heroes and idols are on the pedestal that we as individuals place them upon.

    Leading on from this, I started to wonder about the many historical heroes that I and others refer to in our writing. If I had met Robert Burns, King Robert the Bruce, William Wallace, Mary Queen of Scots, William Shakespeare, or Charles Darwin would I still be interested in them?

    I will never know. The lesson I have learned here is that I  will in the future reluctantly meet any hero, because it's no fun knocking them off the pedestal I created in my mind.

   

    
   

   

    

   

The Angel

    

    Angels are obviously very close to my writing heart. That's why today I have chosen a poem by Russian poet, romantic writer and painter, Mikhail Lermontov. Like the great Robert Burns he also passed away at a very young age.

The Angel


The angel was flying through sky in midnight

And softly he sang in his flight

And clouds, and stars, and the moon in a throng

Hearkened to that holy song

He sang of the garden of God's paradise

Of innocent ghosts in its shade

He sang of the God, and his vivacious praise

Was glories and unfeigned

The juvenile soul he carried in arms

For worlds of distress and alarms

The tune of his charming and heavenly song

Was left in the soul for long

It roamed on earth many long nights and days

Filled with a wonderful thirst

And earth's boring songs could not ever replace

The sounds of heaven it lost


Mikhail Lermontov 1814-1841

Rocking the Waves

    I can remember getting a battery operated, transistor radio for my ninth birthday. My two loves at that age were books and music. The gift of the radio meant that I could stick the little earphone in my ear and read in the solitude of my own bedroom, without disturbing the rest of the household.

    More importantly, when I was under the bed covers at night with my torch, reading a favourite book I could keep my music on and not 'give the game away' that I was still reading when I should have been asleep.

    How I loved listening to the pirate radio station, Radio Caroline that broadcasted from a ship off the British coast and Radio Luxembourg. The airwaves crackled and faded regularly, but that didn't matter. It was exciting and all part of being a little rebellious. Part of growing up.

    I still love listening to the radio while writing and reading, thankfully the sound no longer crackles and fades. However, on occasions I can be a little rebellious!

   

Meet Author Tina-Marie Miller

    Tina-Marie Miller is a UK based indie author and writer of women's fiction. I have been lucky enough to have read her debut book, 'Everything Happens for a Reason' and I wanted today to introduce to you this talented, new author. Tina-Marie has agreed to a Q & A feature in order that you can get to know her and her work a little better.

Q & A 

• What made you decide to write women's fiction?

             Writing in the genre of women’s fiction was a natural starting point for me to launch my writing career because I have always been drawn to this genre as a reader. Throughout the years, I have read many works of women’s fiction and subsequently found myself crafting more and more stories in my head around similar themes that the genre portrays – love, friendship, laughter, tragedy. I am passionate about women’s fiction in particular because I find it the most relatable genre, and I am therefore able to convey a greater sense of realism in my writing to produce something that readers are able to easily relate to. I also find that there is a limitless ability to craft and express a range of emotions and situations when writing women’s fiction.

• What do you consider the most difficult aspect of writing for a predominantly female audience?

             The challenge is in crafting a story that evokes a range of emotions and leaves a lasting impact on the reader. The greatest hurdle to overcome in writing in the genre of women’s fiction is the ability to accurately portray real emotions. When writing, I focus on portraying emotional experiences in the most honest and realistic manner possible, because I want my readers to be able to relate to the emotional experiences that I am writing about to draw them into the reality of the story.

• Is your work aimed at any particular age of reader?

           No. Whilst my work is aimed at adults it’s not particularly aimed at a certain age group. I’ve created a range of characters of all ages within my stories to appeal to a wider audience.

• How did you decide on your debut title, 'Everything Happens for a Reason?

            Often when we are faced with challenges, some people take the view that these challenges occur because it is just their ‘luck’ or it’s fated. Therefore, my debut novel’s title, Everything Happens For A Reason is a reflection of how the main protagonist deals with the many challenges that are presented to her but also goes on to demonstrate how these challenges go on to lead towards a positive outcome. This is something we do not always recognise when faced with difficult times.

• You have a second book due for release in October, 'The Curious Miss Fortune'? Is this work a venture into a new genre?

            Not at all. I’m excited to invite my readers back to the Hamptons for the second book in this series where there’s great excitement as the Hampton Players gather to begin rehearsals on their annual am dram. It wouldn’t be the Hamptons without a bit of drama and of course a lot of fun and frolics along the way! I’m also welcoming Poppy and Richard Hambly-Jones back who will be hosting the Hamptons Autumn Ball which is certainly something to look out for.

The Curious Miss Fortune is due to be released on 1st October 2017. Here is a first look at the book’s cover:

• Could you give us a peek into your fictional world and one of your favourite characters?

            It has to be the Reverend Peter Fisher. He is a complete hoot! Peter and his wife Cathy have a penchant for the Alter wine more nights than not. Whilst he is a very laid back character, he is firm in his belief of God. Many of the locals feel Peter has missed his vocation as an actor rather than a vicar, given his dramatic prose and eccentric behaviour. He is a much loved stalwart of the village who would do anything for anyone and they would be lost without him. He can often be found rummaging through the villagers dustbins seeking out unwanted trash to make into someone else’s treasure.

All Saint’s Church in Sutton Courtenay, Oxfordshire

Photo courtesy of https://suttoncourtenay.co.uk/village-information/all-saints-church-sutton-courtenay/

    This is the stunning All Saint’s Church in Sutton Courtenay, Oxfordshire which is the inspiration behind the fictional St. Michael’s Church in Hampton Waters featured in my first two novels.

Please do take a moment to visit their website and learn more about its history: https://suttoncourtenay.co.uk/village-information/all-saints-church-sutton-courtenay/

• Finally, Tina-Marie can you tell us a little about your journey into the writing world?

           As a child, instead of making cards I would make mini magazines. I loved reading and writing and regularly got told off for day dreaming! I can clearly recall the first time I was fortunate enough to have one of my letters published in a magazine. I will never forget the overwhelming feeling of seeing my work in print. It was indescribable and I knew that one day, I aimed to see my name on the front cover of the many books I now aspire to write.

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    Thank you Christina for giving me this opportunity to showcase my work. To find out more about me and my work or to connect with me, please visit:

My website: www.tinamariemiller.co.uk
My Facebook author page: www.facebook.com/tinseymiller/
My Twitter page: https://twitter.com/tinseymiller

Suffrage

    One hundred and twenty-four years ago this week the self-governing, British colony of New Zealand granted women the right to vote. The first country in the world to recognise that women were equal to their male counter-parts.

    Considering Britain had a female queen at that time, Victoria, it took the UK astoundingly another twenty-five years to give women their vote. Although, it was only given to women over the age of thirty and women over the age of twenty-one were not granted their vote until ten years later in 1928.

    I am certainly no feminist but I do believe that all humans are equal and for many of us the fight goes on not just to be given a vote, but to be treated equally.