Glynis Smy Announces New Title

Author Glynis Smy is pleased to announce the release of her new historical romance novel, Maggie’s Child.

Farmer’s wife Maggie Sawbury becomes pregnant after an extra-marital affair. She knows her joyless life is not one a child should endure, and she leaves the baby at the roadside. Her money-driven, violent husband sends her out as a wet-nurse, unaware the position comes with a secret. One that frightens, and yet brings joy to Maggie.

Years later the possibility of incest threatens to open old wounds, and Maggie has decisions to make. If she tells, it will bring down three families. Equally, her silence could be destructive. A confession changes her life, and a death brings about another secret.

Maggie’s Child was released in December 2012 by Anastasias Publishing Europe and is currently available from and Amazon UK.

Writing POV: The Opposite Sex

“I can’t believe a woman wrote this!”

There I am, minding my own business, pounding away on my keyboard, trying to get a little quality writing time in, when my sister calls to tell me someone she barely knew told her the above after she’d read a book I’d written. At first I was a tad miffed. How could someone even question my womanliness? I mean, I shower daily and apply eye liner. I enjoy foo foo stuff like candles and perfume. I even like watching historical films and the occasional rom-com. Continue reading “Writing POV: The Opposite Sex”

Pick the Flash Fiction Star of the Week

Whose story shined the brightest? It is time once again for IU readers to select this week’s winner in the Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge.

You can check out this week’s entries here. The entrants did a great job with the writing prompt and the merciless constraints of the exercise.  Vote for your fave and then use those share buttons at the bottom of the post to spread the word that the vote is on.

Which author wrote the best flash fiction entry this week?

  • David Antrobus (69%, 46 Votes)
  • K.D. Rush (7%, 5 Votes)
  • Ben Steele (7%, 5 Votes)
  • Brian Beam (6%, 4 Votes)
  • alkaplan (4%, 3 Votes)
  • buschwc (3%, 2 Votes)
  • Larry Alton Garrett (3%, 2 Votes)
  • Julia Jay (0%, 0 Votes)
  • V.A.L.M (@deathonnile) (0%, 0 Votes)

Total Voters: 67

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Watt Due Ewe Mien?

Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and all gladness left hymn and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of bored fence nine feat heigh. Life to hymn seamed hollow, and existence butt a burden. Sighing, he dipped his brush and past it along the topmost plank; repeated the operation; did it again; compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence, and sat down on a tree-bocks discouraged. Gym kame skipping out at the gait with a tin pale, and singing Buffalo Gals. Bringing water from the town pump had always bin hateful work in Tom’s ayes, before, butt now it did knot strike hymn sew. He remembered that their was company at the pump. White, mulatto, and negro buoys and girls we’re always their weighting they’re terns, wresting, trading playthings, quarrelling, fighting, skylarking. And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and fifty yards off, Gym never got back with a bucket of water under an our – and even then somebody generally had to go after hymn. Tom said:

“Se, Gym, aisle fetch the water if yule whitewash sum.” Continue reading “Watt Due Ewe Mien?”