February 21st, 2013
Xandra King signs 2 book contract!
Thrilled to have Xandra back.
Celestina and The Sultan coming soon (working title)
Celestina, Warrior Queen coming a little less soon, but soon
Watch out for more news on the SS site
Love to all,
December 22nd, 2012
Happy Christmas everyone!
May your feverish mind be cooled and your sprouts lightly cooked, and may you have the happiest time with wonderful friends and family before moving on to the best New Year ever
December 1st, 2012
Seeing the wood for the trees
Back pain. I only just realised that I stick my butt out when I write. Result? I have ferocious back pain by the end of the day.
But now I have a cure. It might work for you. Try it.
I stand with my top half, including shoulders, straight against the wall, and then slide down with my feet around 18 inches – don’t ask me centimetres – away from the wall. I feel the cool of the wall against my back and imagine my pain being sucked away by the wall – which, of course, it isn’t. I do know that! But that thought keeps me there long enough for my spine to remember what it feels like to be straight.
I can’t tell you the relief. It’s enormous and amazing… rather like my heroes
Have a great weekend, everyone!
November 28th, 2012
Yes. This is what we call fun up here on the Yorkshire moors.
When your nose is bright red enough to light the way at midnight and there’s no feeling left in your fingers or feet you know you’re having fun!
But I think the moors are never more beautiful than when they’re bleak and the smallest amount of colour feels like a gift you can’t ever take for granted – just look at this sky.
And this shot
But best of all, I get to wear my Yorkshire Tweed scarf.
How fantastic to see Yorkshire Tweed hitting the main stream in Marks & Spencer after years of being priced out of the market by cheap imports. Yorkshire used to be a centre for wool and now it is again. Quality counts and when we’re all watching our pennies, quality is what we want.
Keep warm everyone
November 26th, 2012
Where did you get that ‘at, where did you get that ‘at?
At M & S, actually.
Unfortunately, what I failed to factor into the purchase of my new dog-walking bonnet was that as the rain pelted down said ‘at would soak it up nicely and get heavier and heavier and drop lower and lower over my cute little pinhead until it reached my nose when I actually couldn’t see.
Attractive? Hmm. No.
There. That made you feel better about your sartorial choices, didn’t it?
November 25th, 2012
Do as I say not as I do
To clear my desk ready for work on Monday I wrote a long ‘to do’ list so – as I so often, piously recommend to you, dear friends…
And am I following The List, ticking things off as I methodically work through them?
Am I flip.
Here I am, Blogging instead, and after such a long absence I doubt anyone will read this anyway!!!
My silence has been caused by my latest addiction to Twitter, which suits my sense of humour – possibly not shared by anyone else – my terse word skills – and, most of all my compulsive addiction to anything that requires control such as limiting the tins in my kitchen cupboards to those that will fit in ordered rows with all their labels facing the same way.
What with Twitter (@Susan_Stephens) and Facebook (Susan Stephens – but not the site I first set up where I’m wearing a yellow sweater – Yes. You heard me correctly. Yellow. Nuff said), I couldn’t imagine how I would have anything else to say, but then I realised that there are so many goofs in the real-time life of SS that you might enjoy reading about them.
First off – if I have any power to stop you going for a very late night out with fellow authors on the eve before you pick up the duties of hosting a workshop last minute – Don’t. Just, please believe me, here. And don’t.
These photos are blurry, and there’s a very good reason for that. We won’t go into that reason right now – It’s not my job to to disillusion you. Just for your reassurance: Romantic Novelists are indeed elderly ladies in pink, hand-knitted sweaters – we just wear masks and costume when we’re out in public.
As we are!
As we like you to see us… (I also call this ‘The Handbag Shot’. Believe it or not, when I spotted that purple bag in a well known store thoughts of it kept me awake all night so I had to go back and buy it the next day. Crazy? YOu don’t know the half!)
I should point out that both Abby Green amd Heidi Rice – fabulous FABULOUS Usa Today Best Selling authors – were not just the very best company, but kept me in line and knew exactly what they were doing when it came to directing the photo shoot. Me? I was away with the fairies as I usually am.
One day I will find time to learn how to follow a list and find my way around techie matters… But not today.
And, lastly, to Carol W. If I accidentally spammed your comment that’s because I’m a dope. I hope I replied to it – and didn’t spam. *sigh* One day I’ll wake up and there will be more than 24 hours in a day and then I WILL get my head around all this tech stuff
October 6th, 2012
So busy racing and writing, haven’t settled long enough to Blog – though Tweet now – short, sharp, fast -
Had to share this amazing pic with you – The Sailor took it as she was sailing past The Needles
September 17th, 2012
Hooray, she wakes.
SS has been busy writing, chatting to good friends, walking the wild Yorkshire moors with a good friend and neighbour who insists on feeding me the most delicoius cakes and bread.
Ah, well, onwards and upwards, with a lot more exercise ahead of me, I suspect!
Today I’m rejoicing in romance, my writing, my fab editors, and all things Mills and Boon
Wishing you all the best of days and the very best of weeks ahead
August 29th, 2012
Today there are no snarky snails, just you and me, and we’re going straight off on my favourite walk.
I’m going to share great stuff with you. Take this, for instance. You have no idea how delightful it can be to get nice and stinky in fox wee. Allow me to demonstrate
Jealous now, I bet.
The scemery is great
But the smells are even better
Come on… keep up
Going to take you somewhere special now…
This is me and my pet outside the church where Patrick Bronte used to preach
And sitting beside the blasted oak
And then we walk back home through dog’s own county
August 23rd, 2012
I had a glum moment once on a ski lift in Aspen. Instead of gazing out at the blindingly beautiful mountain scenery as I usually do when I’m skiing, I looked out at a nearby mountain where the people skiing down looked like little black ants from a distance. That’s all we are, I thought. We flatter ourselves if we think we are anything more. We’re just little black ants, skidding half out of control down a slope.
How wrong I was to be so bleak. How could I have forgotten the strenth of those little ants?
And we’re not ants. Some of us are giants where courage and spirit is concerned.
How do I know this? Because today I visited the Forget Me Not Children’s Hospice and learned the teenagers’room was painted by two brothers, one showing his brother as a rocket heading for the stars, while that brother shows his story in paintings in a mural on the wall. My thoughts are with all the other families I’ll never know whose courage goes beyond anything I can imagine.
Buying a brick in the wall is a lovely way to frame a memory.
I am immensely proud of my son and the £14,000 he and his team have raised with their Lands End to John O’ Groats cycle ride thanks to your help. To put this in perspective, the money you helped to raise will allow three families with sick children to enjoy these wonderful facilities for a year. Thank you, thank you.
Each bedroom will be customised for each child with their favourite music, posters and toys
Here’s just one of the ‘magic’ baths – they do everything required of them, except fly, I am reliably informed!
The Reading room
The Therapy pool can change colour – have bubbles – has hoists overhead and so many toys to play with…
And here’s another supersonic force for good – Kate, a wonderfully warm person in charge of fundraising for the hospice, in the Forget Me Not suite. You will forgive me if I don’t show you all round this suite, but it has a very special purpose and I don’t think photographs are appropriate.
Be happy. We have so much to be thankful for.