Vision Boards and Garth Brooks

While I was chatting with a close friend of mine, we were discussing our goals for this year. Stuff we really wanted to mark off our To Do List once and for all. 

So I came up with a Vision Board. A simple notice board with my goals pinned on to it. Not in a list form but separately. Beneath each title piece, I will stick on the steps I take to make this goal or desire achievable as the year goes by. The important word in the last sentence is steps, little and manageable so you don’t feel overwhelmed by the bigger picture. 

Write up a calendar for a week, place it near your pin board so you have a clear vision of what you are doing and when. On Monday you might write your blog post, Tuesday you will check out competition submissions, Wednesday work on your novel, Thursday, research etc. Put down what applies to you reaching what it is you want. Each of these baby steps are putting you on the next rung of the ladder to get you to the top. As the year goes by, I shall see where I am making progress and where I need to improve. This is a simple method or reminder of what my path is and if it’s the correct one for me.

 

If by the end of the year, I have not had success in all my goals, it will serve as a reminder that I did work towards it and will encourage me to keep going. After all, Rome was not built in a day. 

Don’t forget to pin photos or pictures of people you admire or want to emulate on this board too. Having visual aids helps keep our focus and mind on what matters to us. Important also is not to fear changing your goals, maybe what you thought you wanted isn’t right for you, then work for what is, what it is that suits where you want to be in life. Sometimes what we think we want can be so wrong. I love Garth Brooks song, Unanswered Prayers. Believe me, I have so many unanswered prayers, I am very grateful for them. 

This is a link to Garth’s song for you to enjoyhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GuA5PZx3K4 

In other news, I’ve finished the writing of my third novel, and have a bunch of exciting stuff going on around me right now. If you haven’t got into The Lacey Taylor story yet, you can start at My Husband’s Sin and Don’t Call Me Mum, and enjoy the many Letters From Lacey here on the site! 

Happy Writing

Which Child Are You?

Lacey Taylor is the star of her own series of books, first introduced in My Husband’s Sin before moving forward in Don’t Call Me Mum. With the Lacey Taylor story due to continue in book three next year, I thought it’d be a fun and enriching experience to explore her character and her backstory in more detail. And so was born Letters From Lacey, online exclusive stories from her past to run alongside the books. I’m delighted to dive deeper into this wonderful character as time goes on! And who knows, if all goes well, I may start expanding other characters from the books too!


Dear Readers,

I hadn’t realised that Lacey was writing to you and that our brother, Robert, has even slipped a note in once, so I thought I would write one too. I’m Sally, one of Lacey’s older sisters.

Lacey is such a strong young woman, she has faced much heartache and still only starting out in her twenties. She adores Robert, her big brother as she calls him. But I being older see it differently, he’s my young brother and I should mind him! Isn’t it amazing how where we come in our family can alter our perception of everything? I wonder what Willow, the eldest of us all thinks? Does she carry a sense of duty to look out for us? Maybe she doesn’t think anything about being the eldest.

But deep down I believe she does and won’t admit to it. I know she had a special relationship with Mum, she wanted to be like her in many ways, yet I wasn’t as drawn to Mum or Dad, I love doing my thing, my way. I like to be me. Is this because I’m not the eldest so I don’t have to forge paths for those to follow? I’m not the son who is expected to step in to Dad’s shoes now he is gone? I’m not the baby so there’s no fuss about me, no minding me?

I’m forgotten, I can slide in and out under the radar, which can be lonely if I’m honest and yet I want to look out for them all. So now to a New Year, we Taylor’s may see things differently but we will all feel the same, loss and grief makes us share the same cloak. I think Lacey will survive this, do you?

Family – a group of people raised together in the same house but so unique.

Where do you fit in your family?

Later,

Love Lacey xxx


If you love Lacey as much as I do, be sure to check out her series and follow for more 😊 I plan to publish each week, alongside the usual writing tips and updates you’d expect. For fans of the series, be sure to share this with your friends and family… It’s more Lacey! And you won’t find these stories in her books…

Not Your Usual HAPPY NEW YEAR Post!

When I sat to write this post, I had no idea what I was going to say. We all know about resolutions and fresh starts and new diets but what kept playing on my mind was the word: time. I pondered on this and asked myself what the word signified for me. 

Time is precious. We do not own it nor can we control it. What we do with it, how we use it, how we let it make us feel, is in our control. Looking back over 2018, I realised I had often thought what a long year, when would it end? Not because of anything in particular, although we did lose family and friends, but what year do we not? It is part of life. We had weddings too in 2018, happy wonderful days shared with family and friends, again, not unusual. 


It is said by many as you get older the years get shorter and yes I have found this true, but 2018 was different, it feels like it has gone on forever and while we roll in to a new year, it is the celebrations and festivities that make it stand out. It is after all only day following night, like every other day following night. I know it’s more than this, but I’m keeping it simple, why complicate life any more than necessary?

Time boxes us in. We must meet this deadline, we must be here, be there, roll on the weekend. By having Time dictate, we can lose our confidence, lose hope, break promises, plans, we doubt ourselves. I never finished it, whatever ‘it’ is, I missed the deadline, I can’t reach that goal, that dream, I didn’t have enough Time, I’m a loser, a failure, I might as well give up. 

Forget about it, let the, ‘if only, I should have,’ behind you. It’s gone, so start again!

I didn’t get to finish my novel, did the world end? Nope. BUT I did make progress on it. I didn’t get to meet all the friends I wanted to meet in person, have they abandoned me? Nope, (true friends will never), BUT I did connect with them in some form. I never got to walk every day for my health, BUT I did when I could, well done, me! 

As sure as day follows night, I will achieve all I want to, in my own good time on my terms. Life will throw a few curve balls but I expect that. 

May 2019 bring many blessings to you all.  

Mary x

First Christmas Without Lillian

It’s coming close now, that time of year when carols are sung, traffic is bumper to bumper and shop queues snake all the way around the stores. Yes, it’s Christmas, when family is together and all gathered around the fireside, fed and full and all playing board games or watching a family favourite film on TV. Well, that’s what they want you to believe if the many ads are what we should go by. But the first year, after, Mum, I mean Lillian, died, Christmas was horrendous.

Lacey Taylor is the star of her own series of books, first introduced in My Husband’s Sin before moving forward in Don’t Call Me Mum. With the Lacey Taylor story due to continue in book three next year, I thought it’d be a fun and enriching experience to explore her character and her backstory in more detail. And so was born Letters From Lacey, online exclusive stories from her past to run alongside the books. I’m delighted to dive deeper into this wonderful character as time goes on! And who knows, if all goes well, I may start expanding other characters from the books too!


Dear Readers,

It’s coming close now, that time of year when carols are sung, traffic is bumper to bumper and shop queues snake all the way around the stores. Yes, it’s Christmas, when family is together and all gathered around the fireside, fed and full and all playing board games or watching a family favourite film on TV.

Well, that’s what they want you to believe if the many ads are what we should go by. But the first year, after, Mum, I mean Lillian, died, Christmas was horrendous.

Especially after the revelation. What revelation? I share it all, in My Husband’s Sin. I wanted to hide away, curl up in my pj’s, read a book and have it all pass over but it’s never that simple. Your thoughts remain. So even shutting out the world, won’t let you escape the grief, the sadness, the pain, that some of us can suffer after the death of someone close, because your mind won’t let you forget.
I tried. I joined my brother and sisters for Christmas, that first year of not having either of our parents. It was heart-breaking for me, not because of her death but what it brought me, total destruction. It doesn’t matter that we were all adults, feelings don’t discriminate with age. But to think she could be so cruel, such a bitch basically, Lillian knew so well what she was doing and she did it in a blaze of glory.

She has robbed me of so much, so many past Christmases, so many other memories that were all based I know now on lies. But she’s not going to win, I will rise above it all and once more enjoy what was once a happy family occasion,

So, ho, ho, ho, wherever or however you celebrate,

Love Lacey xxx


If you love Lacey as much as I do, be sure to check out her series and follow for more 😊 I plan to publish each week, alongside the usual writing tips and updates you’d expect. For fans of the series, be sure to share this with your friends and family… It’s more Lacey! And you won’t find these stories in her books…

Men Hurt Too

Dear Readers,

Lacey is resting this week, she’s not coping very well with life at the moment, so it falls to me, her brother to write a few lines. I’m Robert, her older brother but you probably know that. She’s my baby sister, sorry, you probably know that too. At the moment all our lives are up in a heap after my mother died. Gosh how I miss her. I thought losing Dad was difficult but for some reason I thought Mum was going to last forever. Stupid, I know, I just didn’t want to lose another parent.

Today we have a letter from Lacey’s older brother, Robert.

Lacey Taylor is the star of her own series of books, first introduced in My Husband’s Sin before moving forward in Don’t Call Me Mum. With the Lacey Taylor story due to continue in book three next year, I thought it’d be a fun and enriching experience to explore her character and her backstory in more detail. And so was born Letters From Lacey, online exclusive stories from her past to run alongside the books. I’m delighted to dive deeper into this wonderful character as time goes on! And who knows, if all goes well, I may start expanding other characters from the books too!


Dear Readers,

Lacey is resting this week, she’s not coping very well with life at the moment, so it falls to me, her brother to write a few lines. I’m Robert, her older brother but you probably know that. She’s my baby sister, sorry, you probably know that too. At the moment all our lives are up in a heap after my mother died. Gosh how I miss her. I thought losing Dad was difficult but for some reason I thought Mum was going to last forever. Stupid, I know, I just didn’t want to lose another parent.

Being an only son, I guess it was seen that I step up to the table and be man of the house. No problem, was happy to do that, but God, it was hard. I had my moments too when I wanted to hide away and cry, in fact, I did. I hid my tears from others, silly now I know since there’s nothing wrong with grieving but I was young and saw it as important to man up.

Did Lacey tell you about Mum’s great revelation? Well she floored us. I mean we never saw it coming. Not a clue. I don’t know who to be more angry at, Dad or Mum. Both are to blame, both lied to us all. I can’t get my head around it so God knows what Lacey is feeling.

Look I do my best and guys it’s more than okay to show your hurt and grief, every tear you shed, is a tribute to the love you shared with the person lost. I have my days, but time helps to heal not that you forget, you never forget.

Thanks for reading, and remember no matter how bad life gets, it can and does get better. Watch out for my little sis, she deserves happiness, but sshh don’t tell her I said that, she’ll say I’m getting soft,

Robert Taylor


If you love Lacey as much as I do, be sure to check out her series and follow for more 😊 I plan to publish each week, alongside the usual writing tips and updates you’d expect. For fans of the series, be sure to share this with your friends and family… It’s more Lacey! And you won’t find these stories in her books…

Finding Mum

Dear Readers,

When I lost my father, my world exploded into tiny fragments that I could never gather up again. But with time comes healing. I really thought nothing so awful in life would strike twice, but I was wrong. I found mum that day, slumped over the chair. Seeing her slouched, still, she looked so small, like she was sleeping I suppose.

Lacey Taylor is the star of her own series of books, first introduced in My Husband’s Sin before moving forward in Don’t Call Me Mum. With the Lacey Taylor story due to continue in book three next year, I thought it’d be a fun and enriching experience to explore her character and her backstory in more detail. And so was born Letters From Lacey, online exclusive stories from her past to run alongside the books. I’m delighted to dive deeper into this wonderful character as time goes on! And who knows, if all goes well, I may start expanding other characters from the books too!


Dear Readers,

When I lost my father, my world exploded into tiny fragments that I could never gather up again. But with time comes healing. I really thought nothing so awful in life would strike twice, but I was wrong. I found mum that day, slumped over the chair. Seeing her slouched, still, she looked so small, like she was sleeping I suppose.

I know I screamed, but I’m sure I made no sound, do you know that feeling? Like it’s happening to someone else and not you.

The paramedics were amazing, so kind, so calm, so in control. A heart attack, it was, she went out like a candle. I remember thinking in the following days what was I going to do? Both parents gone and I was only twenty four. No dad to walk me down the aisle, no mam to go wedding dress shopping with, if it ever should happen for me. Oh if only I knew then what was yet to come, then I guess I would have not wasted a second grieving for her, not losing a heart beat in thought of how she died alone.

She deserved it, she did not love me, ha, how stupid and silly I was. What did she do? Oh you would not believe what she thought of me, read it all in My Husband’s Sin.

 

Not everyone is who they appear to be.

Lacey xxx


If you love Lacey as much as I do, be sure to check out her series and follow for more 😊 I plan to publish each week, alongside the usual writing tips and updates you’d expect. For fans of the series, be sure to share this with your friends and family… It’s more Lacey! And you won’t find these stories in her books…

My Siblings

Dear Readers,

Sitting in the garden at my parent’s house recently, I was thinking about all the fun I had as a child playing there. I have three siblings, Willow, Sally and Robert. Being the youngest in the family, they did spoil me. My brother is closest to me in age. We really had fun times, I even know the off-side rule in soccer because of him.

Lacey Taylor is the star of her own series of books, first introduced in My Husband’s Sin before moving forward in Don’t Call Me Mum. With the Lacey Taylor story due to continue in book three next year, I thought it’d be a fun and enriching experience to explore her character and her backstory in more detail. And so was born Letters From Lacey, online exclusive stories from her past to run alongside the books. I’m delighted to dive deeper into this wonderful character as time goes on! And who knows, if all goes well, I may start expanding other characters from the books too!


Dear Readers,

Sitting in the garden at my parent’s house recently, I was thinking about all the fun I had as a child playing there. I have three siblings, Willow, Sally and Robert. Being the youngest in the family, they did spoil me. My brother is closest to me in age. We really had fun times, I even know the off-side rule in soccer because of him.

He was amazing when our Dad died suddenly. It was a heart-breaking time for all and Rob, he stepped up. He made sure those horribly tough days of the funeral passed without a hitch. He has always been a listening ear for me while growing up, but more so after he saw himself as head of the Taylor family. He took it on to protect the family, to try and be what Dad was, our rock.

My sisters and I always teased him about being mum’s favourite, her little boy, he would laugh at us, saying we were just jealous, all harmless banter. Dad would be so proud of him, the way he has made a great success of his life, the caring way he watches out for us.

Having a big brother is wonderful, I feel safe and loved and I’ve always someone to watch the rugby and soccer with at the weekend. Have you got a sibling you are close to? I hope so, we all need someone. Must go now, some tidying up to do, the house doesn’t clean itself my mum always said.

Later,

Lacey xxx


If you love Lacey as much as I do, be sure to check out her series and follow for more 😊 I plan to publish each week, alongside the usual writing tips and updates you’d expect. For fans of the series, be sure to share this with your friends and family… It’s more Lacey! And you won’t find these stories in her books…

When Dad Died

Losing a loved one is never easy and remembering them is constant, especially as their anniversary comes round. That’s what I’m facing shortly, Dad was taken quickly from us. He was young, not that it’s ever a good age to lose someone who is your world or otherwise.

Lacey Taylor is the star of her own series of books, first introduced in My Husband’s Sin before moving forward in Don’t Call Me Mum. With the Lacey Taylor story due to continue in book three next year, I thought it’d be a fun and enriching experience to explore her character and her backstory in more detail. And so was born Letters From Lacey, online exclusive stories from her past to run alongside the books. I’m delighted to dive deeper into this wonderful character as time goes on! And who knows, if all goes well, I may start expanding other characters from the books too!


Dear Readers,

Losing a loved one is never easy and remembering them is constant, especially as their anniversary comes round. That’s what I’m facing shortly, Dad was taken quickly from us. He was young, not that it’s ever a good age to lose someone who is your world or otherwise.

I was very close to him, he hugged me each day, and never a night went by that he didn’t say how much he loved me. At times it seemed like he was compelled to say it. That reassuring me was important to him.

Guess I was a Daddy’s girl really. Mum never cuddled me or showed affection. I wonder did I remind her of something or someone, was my birth such a terrible memory?

I hated dressing in black for the funeral, the serious ceremony, the emptiness in our home. Willow and Sally, my sisters cried their eyes out for days upon days. Robert, my darling brother tried to act the man of the house and take control but failed. His heart too was broken.

You see we all adored our father, now he was gone without warning. Snuffed out like a candle.

Life with mum was always a puzzle for me but with dad out of the picture, she grew more cold and distant towards me and I could not understand why. If I asked her for a hug, she would shrug and say she was busy.

How do you handle it? The loss of the most important person in your universe, (Dad was mine) and the rejection of another (my mother) whose role it is to sprinkle you with unconditional love?

Have you suffered loss? The pain, the physical pain never leaves, it subsides but always there lurking, splintering your heart, your life for evermore.

I send hugs, thousands of hugs to you dear, Readers, who know the pain of loss, and to you who have yet to endure it, wrap my hug around you and know life will be cheerful once more.

Lacey xx

 


If you love Lacey as much as I do, be sure to check out her series and follow for more 😊 I plan to publish on a Monday and Friday, alongside the usual writing tips and updates you’d expect on a Wednesday. For fans of the series, be sure to share this with your friends and family… It’s more Lacey! And you won’t find these stories in her books…

The Street I Grew Up On

Lacey Taylor is the star of her own series of books, first introduced in My Husband’s Sin before moving forward in Don’t Call Me Mum. With the Lacey Taylor story due to continue in book three next year, I thought it’d be a fun and enriching experience to explore her character and her backstory in more detail. And so was born Letters From Lacey, online exclusive stories from her past to run alongside the books. I’m delighted to dive deeper into this wonderful character as time goes on! And who knows, if all goes well, I may start expanding other characters from the books too!


Dear Readers,

The street where I grew up on was once filled with the noise of laughing children. We would be in and out of each other’s houses, playing in the back gardens, eating dinner in which ever friend’s house we were at rather than break the fun and go home.

Sounds so idyllic and it was for my older sisters and brother. Not so much for me. I did have friends, lovely friends, people I was in school with. But mum never liked it when they came to my house. She would discourage it not by saying anything but by the frosty cold air that followed us as we would venture out to the garden or into the sitting room. I was never allowed bring them upstairs. So after a while my friends stopped calling over to mine. It was better if I went to theirs.

Willow, Sally and Robert, my siblings were always enjoying their friends over, even up in their bedrooms listening to music, but not me.

Our house was built in the late fifties early sixties, I heard Dad talking about it one time. It’s in south Dublin, a sought after area my mum kept saying. It is red brick front and detached, has a garage too. We were considered posh because of that, having a detached house. Flower beds that winded around the two cherry blossom trees in the front garden filled it with colour.

There’s a gravel driveway and I remember listening out for Dad’s car as he returned from work. He was wonderful, full of fun and hugs. Always telling me he loved me.
Later when we were older, the bus service put a bus stop close to our house and my mum went berserk, how dare they! The traffic became heavier too, we no longer had the quiet residential street of my siblings’ youth. Lots of things were different when I was growing up from their time. Guess that’s what comes from being the baby of the family.

Keep in touch and let me know if you have any questions from my story in My Husband’s Sin or Don’t Call Me Mum.

I so enjoy writing to you on here.

Lacey x


If you love Lacey as much as I do, be sure to check out her series and follow for more 😊 I plan to publish at least a couple of these letters each week, alongside the usual writing tips and updates you’d expect 🙂 For fans of the series, be sure to share this with your friends and family… It’s more Lacey! And you won’t find these stories in her books…

Getting out and meeting others

Bestselling UK author, Adele Parks and writer, Mary Angland, at Wexford Lit Festival 2018

We all know that writing can be an isolating career, cutting ourselves off when penning our novels, and then once the story is finally down on paper we have to go back in and edit. The editing is intense and draining for many and the ‘editing cave’ is often a term used by writers when they cut themselves off from society as they tackle their project.

So getting out and meeting others is very important. We need it to refuel, to charge up our writing batteries and just to feel human again!  This is where festivals and events come in to their own.

Sharing news and celebrating wins and awards let us know that our work is valued, that time locked away, (well it feels that way) has been worth it. But you don’t have to wait for a special occasion, join your local writing group. If you don’t have one, consider setting one up. Libraries love to have groups meet in them, and staff are always so helpful.

APIBA short list event 2018, with writer, Marie O’ Halloran and multi bestselling author, (TV series, Taken Down) Jo Spain .

By meeting fellow writers, you will be rewarded, not just with tips and hints on to improve your writing but making new friends, actual friends in the flesh, not just little thumbnail photos on social media.

So look up what’s on near you and consider attending, your mental and physical health will benefit and your writing will be inspired with new ideas.