Mar. 3rd, 2017

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Bonjour, all! Spring is sprung at last, even if today is a touch dreary. Hoping you all find something to lift your spirits today, whether it’s a beautiful daffodil or an unexpected smile. And for any of you who are Italian, please make sure you engage in the ruck in future. (That will make no sense to non rugby fans.)


The Cambridge Fellows have a new home (contract signed and posted yesterday) but I can’t say anymore as yet. Oh how I hate having to sit on my hands and keep my mouth shut.

I hope you don’t mind me sharing this here, but Sean Dellenty (one of our excellent speakers at UK Meet 2016) flagged up this really good resource on tackling homophobia. It’s intended for schools but applies anywhere.

There are lots of good offers at this time of year, including The Romance Reviews hosting a monthlong party of goodies and giveaways. I’ll be giving away a copy of In The Spotlight later this month. Talking of which...

“In the Spotlight” is now up for pre-order. It’s a double header of “All That Jazz” and “If Music Be”, two contemporary stories with a theatrical flavour. Excerpt below:

The sudden ringing of Rick’s mobile jerked him out of his thoughts. Incoming call from one of his mates.
“Hello, Eddie. If you’re going to sing happy birthday, warn me in advance.” Eddie had never been able to hold a tune.
“Spoilsport. I’ll just wish you many happy returns, then. How are you doing?”
“Not bad. You?”
“Run off my feet, Rick. Got a new production coming up. You wouldn’t be interested?”
“Nah.” Rick’s amateur dramatics days were behind him.
“Can’t twist your arm?”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but my heart’s not in it anymore.” Not without Steve to cheer him on.
“You wouldn’t take pity on an old pal?”
“An old pal who’s the king of the brainless plan?” Rick laughed. “Remember that ice fight down at Cardiff Bay?”
“Still got the scars. Got dialler’s finger, too. Need a few more ‘yeses’ to get this project off the ground. It’s Shakespeare, you know,” Eddie added, clearly aware of the appeal the Bard had.
“That’s not fair. Which one?”
“‘Twelfth Night’.”
“Ah.” Funny how that play kept coming up today. And appropriate, too, given that Rick was sitting like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. “Who have you still got to cast?”
“Bit parts only, I’m afraid. I didn’t think you’d be interested in anything too big at the moment. Do you fancy Antonio, the sea captain?” The serpent in the garden couldn’t have spoken so temptingly.

And finally, Spring!


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