A Writer Afoot

The cactus in my window thinks it might be time. Maybe it be so. Soon.

Greetings from Kaikoura! no time to blog, and have a ver slow connection, but I wanted to let you know you can see photos & short updates on Facebook.

Www.facebook.com/barbarasamueloneal.

I am so honored by this post, which is available at Heroes and Heartbreakers.  I’m especially appreciative of the discussion of romance novels and women’s fiction as a form that can be just as powerful as any other novel form.  Janga is always worth reading, and this piece caught me in the throat.  Thanks, [...]

In the brave new world of publishing, few things are as valuable as the reader reviews that are posted on book and social media sites.  That is a very good thing because it puts readers–not critics or the like–front and center in the process of selecting which books catch the attention of a lot [...]

I’m giving away one Nook and one Kindle this Christmas season.  All you have to do to be eligible is join my mailing list.  Go here:

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Yesterday, the kittens slipped out through the backdoor somehow when I let the dog in. I came down stairs and saw the open door and my heart stopped.  

When I rushed over and called them, there they were, frolicking in the sunshine. Rafe was pretending to be a VERY BIG LION, his hair [...]

I promise I am not abandoning you to photo posts forever more. But this shot was just sitting there waiting when Jack and I came in for a walk the other day, so I thought you would enjoy it, too.

Also, I have had no time to write a proper blog. If you missed [...]

Long walk in the warm glaze of afternoon in ”rural” Hawkhurst.  Terrified by the tiny cars whizzing three inches from my body on lanes not quite wide enough for two Tonka trucks, I detoured through a graveyard surrounded by meadows and vast hillsides peopled only by birds and dragonflies, the greenery topped with butercups. A public footpath winds around a pasture where a white horse grazes, long tail swishing, and then  leads me to the road where a 5 ton lorry hurtles by, blowing my hair straight up.  Old and new, ancient and modern, all here in a jumble.