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Yes, I have been slack. My excuse is that I’ve been nursing my alter-ego along trying to get print copies of their book done and ordered. For details see Percy’s latest blog. We have had some trouble, and still have in some quarters, but our first shipment should arrive in a few weeks…fingers and toes crossed.

Now, I can settle down and get on with publishing my next book of poetry. Tentative Title is Light and Dark. My trouble with titling my poetry is that I write about all sorts of things and have no theme except the life around me and my inner life. What do you think of the title?

It is the wet season here and Dog and I got the ‘lack of Vitamin D blues’, but now the sun is shining, and back to heavenly weather we head. My yard has dried out enough so I have mowed at least but there is much weed pulling needed.

In the meantime, I’m still painting…I am taking video lessons with the late E. John Robinson. Love his work and attitude and relaxed style. Some of the lessons I’ve got are rescued from tape so the colours he is mixing are a little difficult to see…luckily I have ears. Here is one I did following the video — Mountain Lake. Not too bad, considering it’s not Australian scenery, and I certainly have no snow-covered mountains where I live in North Queensland. Not excellent, still…

I followed this up with a painting from a photo of Lac Louise (I believe) taken by one of my Canadian nieces, which she kindly said I could use. Of course, I changed the clouds, a lot, and brought in brighter sunlight from the upper right and made some other minor adjustments. Overall, I’m quite pleased with the finished product. More practice needed though.

Oh, and we put on another ‘Bubbles and Brushes’ night, and despite the fact that it was absolutely pelting down 2/3 of the people signed up turned up, and a fine time was had by all.

Well that is all I have until next time, when I might have some exciting news…

Ciao for now, Rosa.

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Too much to do

Hi, I am in that place where your head is so full of stuff that needs doing that it stops functioning and cottonwool gets into the works and gums everything up.

I am trying to get 2 separate books ready for separate comps and the computer has decided to throw a hissy fit, and go on a go slow strike. I’ve just rebooted and this at least seems to be working quite okay. We’ll see what happens when I try to publish.

Speaking of publishing…I am trying to get a book cover uploaded to Ingram, using their template PDF. Now, I admit I may not be the sharpest tool in the box but neither am I a complete idiot. I have submitted numerous tries, some of which I know contained errors that were my fault however I’ve followed instruction and corrected everything I can and still have no luck. I wrote them a letter and got a pissant reply that basically ignored my questions. Has anyone else there had this problem. Maybe it is all my fault. Maybe I am an idiot.Oh well, I’ll keep trying. I can be incredibly stubborn, and who knows I might get lucky. If you can help please leave a comment.

I’m also editing stuff for Percy Rose, whose posts, by the way, are appearing on my FB page, Rosa’s Work, instead on their page, Percy Rose – author. The internet hates me.

On a brighter note, my collection of short stories, Forgotten Dreams and other fiction’, should be up on Amazon soon…ish, as will my newest poetry book, ‘Light and Dark’.

On top of all that is the Pandemic and the imminent arrival of Christmas, which I am NOT ready for. Aaarrrgghhh!

What a lot of whinging. Sorry. I’ll be more positive next time I’m sure, and here’s something positive to finish with. The picture above is a commission I recently completed. Please excuse the quality of the photo I always get a glare bouncing back from my oils.

Must be off. Ciao for now, Rosa.


Heeeerrreee’s Percy…

I know I said my next post would be for Percy Rose and be up Friday just passed, but  life…better late than never.

Percy Rose, my alter-ego, has been hard at work editing and writing getting ready to publish Book 1 of the Beaufort’s Landing Mystery Series–Psychic or Psycho–on Amazon in a few short weeks. The series will be easy reading; no blood and guts, no overt sex, just a cracking story with lots of suspects. See if you can discover ‘who-dunit‘. The front cover is ready to go, I think. Might put up a preview of that just before publishing.

Writing is well under way for Book 2, Killer Crocodile, and cover is ready also.

Covers are ready for the Psychological Thriller Series, R.I.P., D.O.A., & C.I.B.which will be published some time this year.

One of the hardest things I’ve found is knowing when enough editing and titivating is enough. I am going to bite the bullet … soon. In anticipation of that, I am going to put up the first page of Psychic or Psycho and ask you all for feed-back.


Instead of getting on with the washing up, Xelma’s hands lay still in the warm, sudsy dishwater. She stood staring out of the window at the ocean and sky; thinking of nothing in particular, unless enjoying her freedom and safety counted as thinking.

It was strange that hiding out in tropical North Queensland, in the two railcarriages that had belonged to her grandparents, could be considered freedom. Al Gottoni, her ex, had a lot to answer for. Still, it could be worse. This place was full of the presence of her maternal Grandmother, Sally Beaufort. Xelma had loved coming to visit her grandparents when she was a child. Six weeks of running wild in the bush and on the beach every Christmas holiday was a true escape from suburban Brisbane.

Thank God, Xelma had inherited the property. Thank God, she had never told Al about it.

Xelma shook her head refocussing, and studied her reflection in the window. She touched her baldhead with a sudsy hand. All her hair, gone. Anxiety induced alopecia, the doctor had said. She looked like her grandmother.

The last time she saw Grandma Sally she didn’t look like Grandma at all. Xelma was ten. Grandma was laying in a box, dressed in her Sunday-best outfit, a neatly fitting dress of florals in her favourite shades of pink and soft purples on the darkest blue background. There were roses, stasis, bleeding heart, and ginger in her hands and all around her face. Grandma was justly proud of the flower garden framing her humble home. What a magician she’d been, to grow roses in such an unlikely setting. In the coffin, her lovely face was pale and slack-skinned instead of animated and kindly.

Young Xelma’s mind had filled with the white noise of confusion and anger; why had her Grandmother died? What did that even mean? Where had Grandma Sally gone? That empty shell could not be her.

It was weird that she should find herself back here now. She smiled and thought, thank you Grandpa Beaufort, you ill-tempered curmudgeon. Xelma’s mind again filled with the white noise of conflicting emotions.

The hairs on the nape of Xelma’s neck stood to attention. Someone was in her house. She felt their presence. Oh no. She spun around searching the interior of her little home.

In the far corner, leaning on the windowsill with her arms akimbo stood Grandma Sally.


Okay, if you read this far, you have to comment…please…

Ciao for now, Rosa


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Not doing nothing

So, I have been absent again. I really did mean to be more consistent, but then the world fell to pieces around me. I responded by doing what I always do, and withdrew. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that was exactly what I was supposed to do. This physical isolation thing suits me. In fact, I find the longer I’m alone the more I like it.

While that is generally true, it is not entirely truthful, because I miss the family and friends with whom I am closest. Those very special people in my life for whom I would give the world. Thank you for being there. I love you.

While I’ve been hunkered down, I’ve actually been busy…writing, reading, painting, gardening etc. For instance, I’ve been setting up a new website for my artwork. It is almost ready to go. I’ll let you know as soon as it’s up.

I’ve also, after many years of feeling hard done by because the Photoshop program from my old computer did not come across to this one, given in and now am now paying the fortnightly subscription. I resent it. I can’t really afford it but there you go, I’ve done it anyway. I am in the process of finding my way around the program again. I used to be pretty good at it almost 20 years ago. I have to say, it is a little more complicated now than then, but I”m getting there.

Why, do I hear you ask, would you do that?

Because, my friends, I’ve decided that I am going to design my own book covers. In fact, I’ve 5 underway/almost completed. It is great fun and I get lost down that particular rabbit hole for hours and hours. I have shown a few people and had some good and helpful feedback. Thank you to those involved, I truly appreciate.

The covers were actually for the books of my alter-ego Percy Rose, who will be sharing their progress in the next post. It’s all excitement in that sphere.

This is enough for today. Percy will write the next post. Yes, soon.

If you’re a writer I hope you have been able to get some writing done, if not, that’s okay too. We all react differently to the craziness around us. Hang in there. We can do this. Reach out for help if you need it, stop being so stubborn. You are loved. Your friends and family want to help. Bless you.

If you’re also not doing nothing let me know what you are doing.

And ciao for now, Rosa.

P.S. Google Derek Murphy he is a writer and writing coach, especially if you are looking to self-publish. He seems to know his stuff and offers many free books (the only kind I can afford) on the subject.

P.P.S. I decided I hated the busyness of my site and have pared it back and changed colours. Do you like?

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Sometimes its a struggle

I have just finished signing up to a writers’ group and it has me thinking. I find it so difficult writing about me, all those ‘I’ sentences are ugly and nerve-wracking. I mean, who do I think I am? What right do I even have to call myself a writer? Am I full of self-importance and hot air? Why should anyone read what I’ve written? What if people hate it? or worse ignore it?  etc. etc. You know the drill…am I right?


Ahem…that feels better.

Well, poo to that! I must keep true to myself. Creativity is my life. I truly love writing in all its forms. Probably I spread myself too thin in all the various genre, but it is all so deliciously enticing.

In the New Year I am determined to self-publish one of my psychological crime murder mysteries. I shall be using the pen-name Percy Rose to differentiate my crime writing from my poetry and other novels. Guess why and how I came up with that name? No, you have to guess. Keep a  lookout for ‘Jenny’s Story’ coming out in the New Year…I think.

Speaking of pen-names I’m adopting another (for the same reason) for my children’s writing. I shall be Rosie O’grady. This one’s easy to guess the origins of but what are its true beginnings? If you ask nicely I will tell you in my next post.

Look, I know imposter syndrome is a thing, but that doesn’t help. Why oh why doesn’t a publishing house want me and my writing? I know there are so many writers out there all submitting that one is flat out getting a look in at all. So, I have decided to go with self-publishing. My vanity is boundless. No. My stories are good.There is so much to learn and do. I just want to write and not have to muck around with all the formatting, distribution, advertising etc. Okay, okay. I’ll stop whingeing and get on with it.

What do you, dear reader, do to make yourself take that leap of faith and put it out there? Please let me know through comments – unless you are vanity press, because I won’t be paying anyone to publish for me.

Speaking of which I have editing for myself and others to be getting on with, so…

Ciao for now, Rosa.



So, here I am again. I have been trying to hide from a world which I find increasingly horrifying. It is so difficult to continue to believe in the good of humankind sometimes but this negative talk is not what this post or site is supposed to be about.

One of the reasons I’ve not been on line is that my computer, poor old thing, is dying a slow and painful death. I do need a new one but that’s highly unlikely in the near future, so I have to ride out the glitches and hope I don’t lose anyone along the way. Speaking about losing people, I have just unsubscribed to a multitude of emails, most of which I did NOT subscribe to anyway. What the hell! I thought my junk setting was supposed to prevent all this stuff from getting through. Some of it is disgusting, or trying to make me feel fat, or stupid or both. all of this is to say, I might have gone overboard and deleted even things I want so if you have been unfollowed or unsubscribed to I will find you again. Please excuse me in the meantime.


Synopses – difficult little beggars aren’t they? I have recently written one for a novel of Percy Rose’s which is being entered in a competition. It’s too late to change it now as I’ve already sent it in because the deadline is very close and I’m not sure how long my little machine is going to co-operate. Here it is below. Please let me know if having read it you would want to read the actual novel…I’m nervous…here goes!

Jenny’s Story


The alluring Jenny Chesterton, who by her own account has lived a very ordinary life in suburban Brisbane, is in a mental institution’s locked ward. She swears she is innocent of the murder of not one but two police officers, Inspector Blackmore and the young detective sent to question her about his death.

Doctor Alec Bashem, expert police psychiatrist, is tasked with deciding if she is sane enough to stand trial for the murders; how and why she killed and whether there have been other kills she is responsible for.

Jenny is an expert manipulator and taunts Bashem with her sexuality and his perceived inadequacies. She draws him in with her tricks and deliberately breaks down the Doctor-Patient relationship. Alec knows he should resist her wiles but the sight of her, the smell of her, the touch of her hand, the glimpses of her bare thighs, the brush of her breast on his arm and the unspoken promise of physical delight all overcome his stoic rectitude. Her power and his weakness drive him to distraction.

As they aren’t making much headway in their interviews, Alec suggests she write her thoughts down in the form of letters to him. In her writings and during the interviews the story of her murderous activities are told, then denied. He discovers there is the possibility of a manuscript or diary written by her mother, Ruth Chesterton, where she claims to be a serial killer par excellence. Serial killers are Alec’s fascination and he is desperate to read the MSS and will do and say whatever it takes to get hold of it.

Jenny continues to taunt him undermining the façade he has built up to protect himself from a cruel world where one’s looks often determine one’s worth. He can resist no longer despite her scorn of his physical attributes eroding his self-confidence. He hates her for the power she comes to have over him and knows he must end it.

Alec is under more and more pressure by Chief Inspector Brett Collier and his new sidekick Detective James Blackmore Addison to get some answers fast, before the woman’s lawyer brother arrives back from London. Did she or did she not murder the two policemen? Is she sane enough to stand trial?

Forced to comply, Alec arranges extra sessions to find the answers.

The unthinkable happens and Jenny suicides.

Where does that leave their investigations? Is Alec right that the police (and himself) are culpable for her death, or is there more to it than that?


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I have decided it is time to update my site here at WordPress. I have no idea really how to go about this so will be winging it. I need something fresh and eye-catching. I also need to tidy up my gallery and other pages so it it is better presented and effective. I have asked myself if I ought to have a number of different blog site for my various interests, but I can barely keep up with one so that won’t work at all, as you well know if you know me or have read any of my previous blogs.

I need my Art Gallery with its different genre pages, then there is my poetry, my short stories, my plays, my fantasy-type novels and let’s not forget my alter-ego’s (Percy Rose) murder writing. Oh, and I nearly forgot, I have sort of stated a memoir i.e. I’ve written a number of shorts of largely disparate vignettes of my life. I have no idea how that book will eventually look or be put together.

Where do I start fixing my blog? Do I have to close down the site to effect the changes? Should I get a completely new address? You can step in and help me out here anytime, thanks.

I know how I will be spending this lovely, cloudy Sunday…probably tearing my hair out. Deep breaths and in I plunge…Ciao for now Rosa.

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Long time no see…

From my home - Beautiful Balgal Beach
From my home – Beautiful Balgal Beach

Hi all, I was going to apologise for not writing sooner but actually think you should be, and probably are, grateful that I don’t bombard you with stuff.

I am now at the point where I am seriously thinking about self publishing The 5th Era. I have been putting it off and putting it off but my friend Percy Rose has challenged me. Apparently he will publish Ruth In Pieces if I publish 5th. I don’t know though. I don’t know how. All that new stuff to cram into my cranium! And apparently I have to have a ‘strong Platform’ to spruik from. I think he is just making these words up.


Percy says he has sent Jenny’s Story (The follow up to RIP) to a publisher and if he doesn’t get a positive response from that he will independently publish early in the New Year. Bit of a scary way to see the New Year in. So, I guess, since we shook on it, I will have to follow closely on his heels. Or, maybe even beat him to it.

In the meantime Percy has put an excerpt from Jenny’s Story up on his facebook page. He has an evil mind. His characters are so warped. I asked him once why he wrote such difficult, even upsetting stories. He just shrugged and said, better on the page than acted out. I stopped asking questions.

LOL! I just had a look back at past posts and apparently I haven’t even told you about The Fifth Era. So, let me change that right now.

This book is a fantasy sci-fi with a Dreamtime twist. Yes, you guessed it. The action takes place in Australia…sort of. I do have some concerns about using Australian Aboriginal Dreamtime stories, sort of, in my work but there is nothing in the story that is not freely available. I will have to wait and see if I get any complaints. I will post a few excerpts here to whet your appetitie so millions of you purchase the complete book….not today though.

You may wonder why I am in such a flurry of activity. Well apart from the challenge tossed out by Percy, yesterday I went to visit my sister and fellow author Dale Furse (The Wexkia Trilology, fabulous read) and we got to talking and talking and talking. She definitely thinks independent publishing is the way to go. And, my daughter, S.M. Carriere (The Serphime Sagas – Summer Bird and Winter Wolf) is big on the whole independent publishing thing. So, I guess with these fine authors encouragement I will push through all my doubts and just do it.

I will now go search for a suitable excerpt…                                     Ciao for now, Rosa