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Guest Blogger: Pauline Barclay

Just for a change, I have a guest on my blog today, so pull up a chair, help yourself to a drink and join my delightful guest, author and blogger, Pauline Barclay...

Having read Turning the Tide, the debut novel of Christine’s, I am now looking forward to her new book. I know, Christine, you have had a year that has caused you much pain and anguish, but I also know you are now happily settled into your new home which you deserve so much. I am pleased that things are working out well again for you. Thank you for asking me to your blog and for taking time out of your frantic schedule to share your friends and followers with me.

I’m Pauline Barclay and I live in the Canary Isles on the beautiful volcanic island of Lanzarote. The sun shines most of the time, though like much of the world, our weather pattern has been strange this year. Having said this, I live in shorts, t-shirt and sandals, so you can guess it isn’t cold!


We live just a five minute stroll to the beach and from our villa we have a lovely view of the ocean, so in between sneaking a stroll to the beach or a peek at the view, I do manage to get some work done!


This month my third novel, Sometimes It Happens… was published on Kindle. I am an Indie publisher and for this book I did things differently. Firstly, I had an amazing mentor who is also a brilliant author, she saw me through the entire manuscript, checking for continuity, believability, repetition and so much more. Then to add the final sparkle, I had the cover designed by a Graphics design company. I just love the cover, it says so much about the story and the feed back has been very positive.


Sometimes It Happens…is about secrets, deception, lies, love and laughter. Winning the lottery was just the beginning. Nothing prepared Doreen Wilkinson for her holiday at Villas Bonitas and nothing prepared Villas Bonitas for Doreen Wilkinson. This is a holiday that will never be forgotten for many people!
Sometimes It Happens… Will make the reader laugh out loud; I certainly did whilst writing it!

Sometimes It Happens…
Nothing in her wildest dreams had prepared Doreen Wilkinson for something like this. But then, nothing had prepared her for winning the lottery either.
Several million. Several million. Eleven million, three hundred and fifty four thousand, two hundred and ten pounds and nineteen pence to be precise.
She had giggled at the nineteen pence. “Break the bleedin’ bank that will!”
The media had made the comment a headline, “19p to break the bleedin’ bank!” splashed all over the Sun and Daily Mirror accompanied by her smiling face and a fountain spray of champagne. She had thought it a waste shaking that great big bottle and letting it fizz everywhere, but the reporters had told her to do it.

You can download Sometimes It Happens… from Amazon

My other two novels, Magnolia House and Satchfield Hall are available in both paperback and Kindle editions. In between marketing and all my other commitment, I am busy with my fourth novel, though I confess to spending more hours marketing than writing at the moment!

Despite the different stories of my three books, one thing I can say about all my novels, and that is, you will need a tissue!

When you have time, please pop along and say hello at my Blog
Or visit my website where you can read sample chapters from Magnolia House and Satchfield Hall and also meet some of my wonderful guests, including Suzy!

You can also find me on Facebook and Twitter @paulinembarclay

Comments

Jane Lovering said…
Thanks for the lovely pictures of Lanzarote, as I sit wrapped in my Slankie trying to warm up. Maybe I'll emigrate...? 'Sometimes it Happens' sounds like a great read, you don't get many heroines called Doreen, do you?
Pauline Barclay said…
Hi Jane, thanks for stopping by and great to meet you. I agree there are not many heroines called Doreen, but Doreen is just an ordinary person who happens to suddenly have extraordinary things happening to her...it will make you giggle!
Maggie Christie said…
Hi Pauline, That sounds like a great fun read - I love the title and and I love the cover too. I must get a Kindle!
I certainly envy your sunshine today as we've got drizzle and cloud.

I'm half way through Sometimes It Happens and enjoying it very much. Doreen is such a fun character and is certainly making herself known at Villas Bonitas.
Pauline Barclay said…
Hi Mags, thank you for that, and you must get a Kindle, there are so many lvoely books aout there on Kindle only at the moment....hope you do. Thanks for stopping by. x

Hello Debs, glad you like Doreen, but I'm still nervous, I always am when I know who is reading my books....thank you for reading Sometimes It Happens... and for stopping by, Chris is a fab host! Hugs x
Talli Roland said…
You know how jealous I am, Pauline. No more words need be said!
Pondside said…
I think I'd like Doreen - she sounds like quite a character.
I'm sitting here, wrapped up on Sunday morning against our damp Pacific North West spring weather, dreaming of a place on an island called Canary where people wear shorts and T's and have sunburnt skin.
*sigh*
Pauline Barclay said…
Hi Talli....laugh, enough said! x

Hello Pondside, great to meet you and thanks for stopping by, sorry about our lovey weather, t-shirt etc...giggle! As for Doreen, she will certainly put you in the mood for a holiday, one with a giggle or two and plenty of bubbly! Keep warm and dry! x
Frances said…
Hello Pauline,

I am very lucky to have been able to meet Chris, and it's grand to have her introduce you.

Did you live in your shorts, tee shirt and sandals paradise while you were writing your first and subsequent books? Was it difficult to concentrate on your writing in that beautiful place?

I do like the sound of your Sometimes It Happens plot....

Cheers!
Pauline Barclay said…
Hi Frances, great to meet you too and thank your for calling by, and yes, I do live in shorts all the time! I deam to wear a dress or long trousers only if we are going out in the evening. And for concentration, I am easily distracted whatever the weather..laugh. Have a fabby day!
Lovely, lovely to see Pauline guesting on your blog Chris. I've been following her around ;)Super guest post Pauline. Thank you. I could certainly do with some Lanzarote sun at the moment.

xx

PS - I can't wait for your new book either, Chris.
x
Pauline Barclay said…
Hello Blue Stocking Mum, thanks for following me around, it's great to see you. I'm sending you lots of sunshine and some seriously big hugs, I know you need them, take care ...Hugs xx
Flowerpot said…
Always love interviews with other writers and Sometimes It Happens sounds great....
Pauline Barclay said…
Hello Flowerpot, thanks for calling by, nice to say hi! You can read the first chap from Sometimes It Happens... on my home page at www.paulinebarclay.co.uk hope it is a good enough taster! x
Chris Stovell said…
Thank you very much to Pauline for being such an entertaining guest on my blog and to all of you who have visited and commented.
Frances said…
People who visit the AllThingsLanzarote website would get to plan their vacation ahead of time as they enjoy budget-friendly prices for various vacation needs such as car rentals and accommodations.

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