Meyrueis and the Jacques Forêt Mysteries ...

... I'm not running with my planned post today because there is something much more important to say.  Read on ...

My first Publisher, Crooked Cat, who later became Darkstroke, looked after me and my books from day one with the publication of Messandrierre in 2015.  Since then, there have been five other books all published by Crooked Cat and subsequently Darkstroke.  There have been short stories, too, in the Dark World series of anthologies. As an introduction to the world of publishing, Crooked Cat always made sure that I was equipped to handle whatever was thrown at me.  I was supported through workshops and discussions, and could always seek help from fellow authors within the publishing house.  It's a great privilege to say that those relationships still exist, and it's comforting to know that those other authors are just a message away on social media.  However, good things sometimes come to an end.  Last year, Crooked Cat decided to close their business down.

I quickly found a new publisher, Northodox Press, and signed a new contract in January.  My previously published books were submitted to be prepared for re-publication, and Meyrueis, book seven in the series, was completed and submitted.  But things have changed at Northodox Press, too.  Yesterday, Northodox formally announced their change of direction in publishing, all of which means that my cosy crime books are no longer a good fit for their future publishing requirements.

Having spent 20 years working in business, I know how important it is not to become emotional about a company's changes in direction. We all have to adapt and adjust to changing market forces.   And that is what I have been doing.  Meyrueis will be a little delayed in making its appearance.  I had hoped that it would be available on Amazon by now.  But, look out for it in the New Year.  I also hope to have some news on the re-release of my first four books, so watch out for another post here on the blog in the coming weeks.

 

Rivers of France ...

La Loire at Saumur

... I’m picking up from where I left you in Amboise on my last blog post. Read on…

Leaving Amboise, we stick with the north bank of the river and the D952.  This route once passed through the heart of the city of Tours – a place I have visited many times, and if you want to catch up with those visits, you can read them Here and  Here.  Today, there is a ring road that takes you on a circuitous route around the north of the city.  But the old road is still there, and if you follow the signs for the Abbaye de la Lanterne Marmoutier, you can thread your way along the road that runs beside the river.  The old abbey is also worth a visit.

From Tours, the D952 continues its route along the riverbank through to Saumur – there’s a fascinating Tank Museum here that will take a whole day out of your trip, but it’s worth it.  From Saumur, the same road follows the river all the way to the southern side of the vast city of Angers.  From Pont de Dumnacus you see the full scape of La Loire.  It’s wide, with long, sloping silt shelves on either side and long, low bridges crossing it.  Not exactly noteworthy photo shots.  Just to the west of Angers, the Loire subsumes the river Maine, and the faster-flowing water makes its way to the old town of Ancenis.

With a population of under 10,000, this small town has some interesting historical connections, and it will be our last stop on our journey along La Loire.  As with many ancient towns, there is a château here, but perhaps the term ‘castle’ is a more fitting description.

Built in the late tenth century by Aremburga, the widow of Guerech, Duke of Brittany, the original motte-and-bailey castle had simple defences: a moat, a palisade, and an enclosed interior to protect the inhabitants.  Because of its location by the river, it became a strategic point for observing the river, the traffic and an opportunity to make money from tolls!  Records exist from the early fourteen hundreds decreeing that the then owners of the castle must desist charging river traffic for transportation of cargo.

From the 12^th to the 16^th century, the fortress was attacked many times, not only by French Kings and Dukes but also by our own Henry 2 and King John.  From the 17th century, the military significance of the castle diminished, and in 1626, Cardinal Richelieu ordered that the castle be dismantled.  What we see today are the remains of the original building in a new setting, as the moat was filled and new wharves created.  In the mid-nineteenth century, with the establishment of an Ursuline boarding school, the site was further damaged and adapted for the needs of the nuns and the children they educated.

Now, the château sits a short walk away from the river it once overlooked.  But Quai de la Marine runs behind the castle grounds and along the bank of La Loire.  It’s only when you stand on the esplanade and look the length of the river that you see the vastness.  It’s hard to believe that this great river started life as a ‘particularly disappointing pool of brownish water’.

From here in Ancenis the river flows westward towards the city of Nantes, the naval port of St.Nazaire and the Atlantic Ocean where the waters of La Loire are finally dispersed.

This is the final post for my journey along La Loire.  If you would like to read the earlier posts, just click the links below:  

Rivers of France  La Loire  Digoin  Nevers  Orleans  Blois and Amboise

Please welcome, friend and author ...

... Jenna Maeson to the blog today.  So Jenna, tell me, what is your current release?

JM  Mischief in the Magic Shop - a cosy holiday mystery, also the fourth in the Tails of Trouble series.

AW  Hmm, that sounds interesting.  What first got you into writing and why?

JM  I read with my mom as a little kid and then fell in love with reading on my own.  I guess the love of books and an active imagination built it out.  I tell people I was writing books before I could write words because I would draw stacks of pictures and then dictate the story for my mom to write down.

AW  You write cosy mysteries.  Is it all imagination, or do you do research?

JM  Mostly imagination, but I do some research around various elements of the story if I’m not familiar with them.  I write a lot about animals, so I do a lot of research on what their behaviours are or what they can eat, things like that.  I don’t want to write an animal eating something they shouldn’t and getting a lot of angry comments about it.

AW   Have you tried/dabbled with other genres or writing for other forms of media?

JM  I’ve played in all genres for the most part.  My ideas are all over the place.  Earlier this year I did a Flash Fiction writing contest, an entire story in 1000 words or less.

AW  Famous authors such as Roald Dahl and Dylan Thomas had a special space for writing. Do you have a writing shed of your own?

JM  Sort of.  I have a big blue circle chair where I do a lot of writing, but sometimes it doesn’t have the back support I need to deal with sitting that long so I will move around to find what’s comfortable that day.

AW  And finally, what would your eight-year-old self think, and say about you and your achievements today?

JM  They would be super happy that I finally wrote and published my stories, although maybe a tad disappointed because I haven’t done a children’s book yet.

about the author… From a young age, Jenna has always found joy in the art of storytelling, weaving worlds filled with adventure, mystery, and heart.  A lover of plants, animals, and all things nature, Jenna draws inspiration from all parts of the world around her.  Her passion is for creating engaging stories, they aim to offer readers a delightful escape from the everyday, filling each page with fun, suspense, and unforgettable characters.

about the book… A disappearing act was supposed to be the grand finale—until the magician didn’t come back.

Emerald Ridge is all aglow for the holidays—twinkling lights in the square, steaming mugs of cocoa, and a brand-new attraction set to dazzle locals and tourists alike: The Vanishing Parlour, a magician-themed escape room promising wonder and intrigue.

But the magic turns deadly when its owner, up-and-coming magician Sam Dini, is found dead after a rehearsal. The police call it an accident. Olivia Morgan isn’t so sure.

Olivia already has her hands full with Mischief, the magician’s kleptomaniac ferret, Elmer the opinionated golden retriever mix, and holiday baking for the local shelter fundraiser. But when a string of puzzling clues surfaces—a forged contract, missing playing cards, a sealed love letter, and even a hidden hallway within the Parlour—Olivia can’t ignore the nagging sense that Sam’s “final trick” was meant to be something else entirely.

As snow blankets the mountain town, Olivia untangles secrets that stretch from a mysterious collector to a grieving girlfriend, from whispered rivalries to dangerous obsessions. With Christmas around the corner, she’ll need her quick wit, her small-town allies, and her animal companions to uncover the truth before another performance ends in disaster.

You can get the book on Amazon

You can follow Jenna on Instagram  on her Website  and on her Author Page

 

 

I'm Off My Beaten Track in Ceuta ...

... a Spanish enclave in North Africa.  Yes, I know, how did that happen?  Well, I've found some little nuggets of info in my journal of Spanish Scribblings.  Read on ...

Modern Ceuta has a population of around 84,000 inhabitants.  It has a geographical area of 18.5 square kilometres, roughly 7.1 square miles.  Not exactly large, but the territory sits at a strategic 'choke-point', to use military terminology.  Ceuta is bordered by the Mediterranean Sea on the north and east, the Atlantic Ocean and Morocco on the northwest and south.  Looking at a map, the distance from Ceuta to Gibraltar is only 28 kilometres — about 17 miles across the sea.  Hence, the beady eyes of the Phoenicians, those pesky Romans, the ancient Arab Caliphates and the Berbers of old fell upon this tiny piece of territory.

Across the centuries, what we now call Ceuta changed hands many times, was destroyed and rebuilt.  In 1415, it was annexed by Portugal.  After 1580, Cetua became part of the Hispanic Monarchy, in other the Spanish monarchy.  In the 17th Century, it became a province of Cadiz and finally, in 1995, it became an autonomous settlement.  I'll let my journal take you through the city...

SPANISH SCRIBBLINGS

'There's a quietness about this place that is very welcoming after the noise and bustle of the last port.  The traffic even stops and remains stationary when you come to a zebra crossing.  The walk from the port area into town is very pleasant, with the marina skirted by a wide road lined with palm trees.  The sea breeze is quite chilly today.

'As I meander through the streets, the mix of architectural styles is eclectic.  Old Spanish and Portuguese colonial buildings stand next to modern apartment blocks.  The squares are pedestrianised with carefully tended planters in full flower despite the weather I'm used to at this time of year in England.  I turn another corner and I'm met with the strong angularity of the Marinid Walls built by Abu Sa'id Uthman 2 in 1328.  Another ancient building houses a typical Roman arch, and as I make my way out towards the road that runs along the seaboard, I encounter the navigable moats that surround Royal Walls and their battlements.  A careful look shows that some parts of the walls are as old as the first century, while other parts are much later, 17th- and 18th-century additions and replacements.  As I continue my uninterrupted stroll, I come across a monument to the artillery that protected the territory in the late 17th and early 18th centuries.  A fabulous piece of modern sculpture that captures the look and feel of battle from that time...'

'Before I leave, there are two things that I know I must capture.  The entrance to the port of Ceute has a statue of Hercules on a promontory of the dock.  Here, Hercules is flanked by two pillars, which he is pulling inwards.  On a raised area in the town on the other side of the dock, a second statue shows Hercules in a pose where he is pushing the pillars apart.  This statue is surrounded by plants, trees, and fellow passengers.  All four of them, chatting away right in front of the statue.  I'm not the only visitor with a camera poised, ready to get that shot.  But the chatterers just keep on talking, oblivious to the growing number of camera addicts like me!  Another lady joins me, and we start a conversation of our own as we patiently wait for the chatterers to move.  Ten minutes later, my new friend decides to give up.  Stoic that I am, I move a little further forward and make a great play of lining up my shot.  Then I move left and line up another shot, and then right for a third.  I dig around in my bag for my notebook and pen.

As I'm about to approach the chatterers, to ask them for their names so that I can state who they are when I sell the pic to a newspaper, they start to depart, waving as they tear themselves away from their conversation...'

I did get my shot - see left.  As I returned to the spot I'd decided would give me the best aspect, I was joined by another photographer with a seriously good Pentax and a tripod. 

'Well done,' he said. 'I'd already been waiting twenty minutes before you arrived.' I just smiled.

The second place I wanted to see was the avenue lined with statues and monuments dedicated to the great and good from across the centuries.  Yes, I did get some shots, but my time was limited, and the sun was not in the right aspect.  I guess that's an excuse to go back and spend more time there.

If you want to read more of my exploits outside of France, then check out the following links : Cadiz  Casablanca  and  Cairo