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THIS is happening to 'Turning the Tide' at the moment!

If you click on the picture it enlarges... not sure 'Turning the Tide' will reach any schools though!

Ooh! Sorry to do a bit of Trumpet Tootling but I feel very honoured to have my own Author's page at Hilary Johnson's Authors' Advisory Service. I was very fortunate to meet Hilary through the Romantic Novelists' Association's New Writers Scheme and used her service when I wanted a professional opinion of my initial draft of 'Turning the Tide'. I can honestly say it was Hilary's belief in my work since those early RNA days that gave me the tenacity to keep going!

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Flowerpot said…
Good for you and good for Hilary, Chris! Very encouraging for the rest of us.
her at home said…
here here to flowerpots wise words!
Maggie Christie said…
Tootle your trumpet all you can! (I have no idea why, but that sounds quite rude...)

When I worked at the local paper the publishers used to be in the same building and I used to love watching shiny new books being born. How exciting that yours is now going through that very same process.

I'm a huge fan of Hilary Johnson too, after her encouraging words about my own writing, so I'm thrilled to hear you've got your own author's page there now. Off to check it out...
Pondside said…
I clicked on to the link and left in a hurry - I thought book writing was all magic and inspiration - then all that technical stuff threatened to destroy the illusion!
Congratulations, thats brilliant.
Jude said…
I agree with Pondside....
You deserve all the very best...
Take care
Frances said…
Wow Chris! It is fantastic to see the Big Picture. And to think that your imagination is at the very heart of all that will happen with Turning the Tide. Bravo! xo
HelenMWalters said…
All very exciting.
Fran Hill said…
You must feel really good. I would!
Chris Stovell said…
Fp, it was a stroke of luck when I met Hilary.

HAH - thanks.

Mags - it does a bit, doesn't it? Be encouraged as someone once said Hilary is the Oracle!

Pondside - oh, sorry, didn't mean to spoil the magic!

Debs, thank you.

Jude - aw! Shucks! Happy belated birthday!

Frances - how kind of you to see it like that.

Helen, yes indeed - thank you.

Fran... and a tad scared though.
All very exciting Chris - well done, you deserve it!

Jeanne
x
Lane Mathias said…
You tootle away. It's mega exciting!
Karen said…
Yes I had a very constructive critique from Hilary once!

Looking forward to reading Turning the Tide :o)
How exciting, Chris. Does that mean we'll be seeing the finished article any minute? Do hope so.
the finish line is in sight.....yessssssssssssssss
Jenny Beattie said…
It appears to come much more easily to some people but tootle your trumpet, you must!

V exciting.
Chris Stovell said…
Liz - yes!

Jeanne, thank you.

Hi Lane, good to see you.

Karen - good to hear from another Hilary fan.

LBD, fingers crossed!

SBS, yep, it's been quite a marathon!

JJ, thanks - I find it tough!
Superb. Pity you can't subcontract the trumpet tootling. I bet we would do a good job on your behalf!
Chris Stovell said…
You're hired, EM!!
I have four of those little monkeys - all labelled with the names of my granchildren - and they sit on my printer too.
Well done on your OU Course. I know how hard this is as I got my degree that way a long time ago- in science. I also did an OU Computer course. However I think I shall be abandoning my OU French Course as I cannot keep up with it and I have so many problems doing it 'online'. I can still work with the books, of course, I just shan't get the gong.
I have four of those little monkeys - all labelled with the names of my granchildren - and they sit on my printer too.
Well done on your OU Course. I know how hard this is as I got my degree that way a long time ago- in science. I also did an OU Computer course. However I think I shall be abandoning my OU French Course as I cannot keep up with it and I have so many problems doing it 'online'. I can still work with the books, of course, I just shan't get the gong.
I have four of those little monkeys - all labelled with the names of my granchildren - and they sit on my printer too.
Well done on your OU Course. I know how hard this is as I got my degree that way a long time ago- in science. I also did an OU Computer course. However I think I shall be abandoning my OU French Course as I cannot keep up with it and I have so many problems doing it 'online'. I can still work with the books, of course, I just shan't get the gong.
I have four of those little monkeys - all labelled with the names of my granchildren - and they sit on my printer too.
Well done on your OU Course. I know how hard this is as I got my degree that way a long time ago- in science. I also did an OU Computer course. However I think I shall be abandoning my OU French Course as I cannot keep up with it and I have so many problems doing it 'online'. I can still work with the books, of course, I just shan't get the gong.
Chris Stovell said…
Rosie, Thank you, thank you, thank you and thank you!! Good to hear from you!
Calico Kate said…
How Exciting! Looking forward to getting my copy!
CKx
Nishant said…
I used to love watching shiny new books being born. How exciting that yours is now going through that very same process.
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