Hi, the latest review of my YA romantic thriller. It’s perfect for HALLOWEEN 🎃 ATTACHMENT https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1790375347/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_api_i_QK2TDbS7SB0H9
Feel quite guilty that I haven’t blogged for a while, but this self promoting business is time consuming. However watch this space. 🌸 Or even better download my book so I can catch my breath. No refunds…couldn’t cope with the admin 🤣🤣🤣🤣 Just kidding, you’ll love it, RANDOM ATTACHMENT is WICKED, ACE, PENG, SICK, LEDGE
Hi, HAPPY ST DAVID’S DAY. I’m not Welsh but I do like to celebrate happy times. I wrote a novel, I wished, I’d read as a teen. One that would have made me feel less: lonely, awkward and down on myself. So for all of you: girls, boys and adults who love YA, who remember times when they felt less worthy, different, dark…download for free. It’s not a sad book…it’s just a real book…with a hint of fiction and a sprinkle of happiness and most of all hope. Every day has the potential to be good, amazing, fantastical…keep that close to your sole in sad times.
I welcome all reviews…but it’s here to enjoy xxxxxxx
Us myelopathers live in a higgeldy piggeldy world. Nothing is straight forward, nothing is set in stone when it comes to our condition. It’s eight years ago this month that I had my first operation. When I think of the physical and mental battle I’ve had since then it’s amazing I’m still here never mind have written a book. I don’t say this lightly; my battle with myelopathy has been as exhausting mentally as it has physically. I can’t tell you how often I’ve been on the edge of madness. Connecting with others sufferers through http://www.myelopathy.org/support.html has helped me understand my condition as well as supported my mental health. Any long term illness with chronic pain can lead to depression, acting out of character, gambling, drinking, debt – blogging is a way of letting off steam whilst connecting with the myelopathy community.
My husband and children have been total rocks. They understand the condition well because they live it with me. They’ve seen me on my hands and knees trying to get from the sofa to the kitchen to put the kettle on because I want to do it for myself. They’ve seen me bent over double, breathing like I’m in labour because the pain is so acute it takes my breath away. I’ve spent the last seven years stumbling, swaying, knocking into, tripping over, falling onto a world that seems to be erratically spinning around me.
I’ve always been a glass half full person. When I couldn’t work, walk, sleep I wrote. I poured all my pain, frustration and despair into blogging and writing Young Adult romantic thrillers.
Two weeks ago I self published Random Attachment. For me this is a huge thing. A massive achievement. Also it’s my ray of hope. I won’t bore you with what I’ve lost, with what my condition has stripped me of because I don’t feel sorry for myself. But writing has enabled me to reinvent myself, to be Gertrude T Kitty, author. It’s taken the spotlight off my condition and has given me back some self esteem.
I don’t imagine my book will make multi million sales or I’ll have royalties into the thousands but whatever I have once Amazon take their cut I hope will support my writing and help YMCA West London, Centrepoint and http://www.myelopathy.org/ Up to now I have written for myself, now I am writing for others. I’ve worked this last fortnight on Twittering, Facebooking, vlogging, anything to get my book promoted. My husband has been photocopying and cutting up little adverts for Random Attachment. I’ve been very unwell and immobile during this time so have only left the house once but I did put it up in a newsagent and coffee shop in Pinner. I am up and feeling well today so have my photocopies and pins in my bag ready to pin it up whereever I legally can. I’m asking you, if you could print out the advert and pin it up on a board where you work, or where your children have clubs.
My lovely bookclubbers have bought my book. Thank you for supporting me. I’m dreading feedback because I know how high our expectations are when we critique some of the greats in literature…remember I’m a minnow.
So here I am before Christmas, with a book that is all the more precious to me because my daughters were so instrumental in supporting me during writing and getting it out there.
Yesterday I filmed my first vlog about my book. It took me five attempts because I was so waffly and repeatedly said ‘you know’, ‘so’, ‘erm’. But here is the link to it and the link to my Young Adult (unsuitable for under 14’s) romantic, thriller. I would love if you’d follow me on Twitter @gertrudetkitty. If you buy my book that would be wonderful…if you read it that would be even better and your critique would be the icing on the cake…oh and sharing it. It’s a lot, I know, because it’s hitting your purses, wallets and your time. God I hope the book’s not terrible after all this.
CHAPTER 2 THE WOLF
He rubbed the ointment generously into his knee before strapping it up and pulling a knee support over it. His forehead was badly bruised. His shoulder was fucked.
Reclining on the sofa he swallowed a cocktail of painkillers and muscle relaxants along with a glass of wine.
He considered the situation. She could not identify him. She had no idea where she’d been held. He could walk right up to her, look her straight in the eye and she’d not know he was The Wolf.
He smiled. She was a surprise; feistier than expected, a real risk taker. He’d underestimated her.
He looked at the photos beside him on the couch. Her face turned away from the camera. Her bare body, stiff with cold and fear. His smile widened. He wanted her back.
Interested? Free on @kindleunlimited and available to purchase @amazon
When I write I listen to music that helps me connect with a specific emotion. Like editing this I listened to LIVE OR DIE by Noah Cyrus, JyellowL Me N Me 2 and an old favourite Prodigy Breathe and a whole bunch of hiphop and creepy songs like Lo Fang’s Boris
Love it if you’d follow me. If you have any thoughts on YA/NA literature or on anything love to hear you https://twitter.com/gertrudetkitty
I feel 13 again; my emotions scattered leaves, lifted by the slightest breeze only to drift and fall, waiting for the next force of nature. My second novel, written in 2015, dormant in a flowery folder, its only contact a yellow duster, has been self published…on Amazon and my dream of reinventing myself has been realised.
Sales don’t matter; but they do matter. I’m hungry for reviews yet anxious. I want to actively promote my novel but I don’t want to bore people by harping on about it.
I have a dream that my books will be free to all. I’ve been the teen with no money, homeless, faceless at school, forgotten the day I walked out the school gates, at 16. My reality is I’m the adult with no money; paper, printer cartridges, photocopying need currency, so for now my books are sold.
What I want to know, like yesterday, is are my NA/YA books worth reading. Some of you will say yes, some no. I understand the definition of ‘subjective’ well so I don’t take criticism badly – Bitch!
I remain the outsider. Booky people mix with other bookies. Though #Random Attachment is fiction right now I’m Mia ‘always on the outskirts of friendship‘. I imagine that’s how homeless young adults may feel. Like the girl I saw from afar, sat outside one of Paddington Station’s exits, her bum on the cold, wet pavement, the rain soaking through her jeans and knickers, begging. No one stopped. No one cared. It’s like Chris Brown’s Beautiful People. Most of us only notice the shiny people. Ali Land who is startling talented, the author of the brilliant #GoodmeBadme, tweeted a few words of thanks about Crimemass, that was totally lovely and the polite thing to do but it cast a shadow over me. A 1980’s portal sucked me in, to when I was in love with John Taylor from Duran Duran and I was sleeping in a B&B while listening to the turbulent soundtrack of my parents’ marriage disintegrating. It made me realise that publishing is a tight knit group, you can’t bounce in among them singing ‘Here I am. Here’s my novel‘. I get it. You have to be invited to the table. You have to write a totally amazing novel. I may never achieve that. I see myself more the Nora Roberts of New/Young Adult. Perhaps even that is biggin myself up. I’m definitely one up on Mills & Boon but maybe not quite Courtney Summers. So you see I need reviews. I need to work out where my table is because right now, I’m in the queue for free school dinners, and I’m done with lumpy mash potato…although I am partial to chocolate sponge with chocolate custard.
So what do I want? To make enough money to buy stationery to keep me writing. I want to promote myelopathy. I want to support my family financially, not frivolously because my main purpose is to invite that homeless girl to my table.
Random Attachment is free on @kindleunlimited I would love if you downloaded it. If it takes your interest but you can’t afford it message me direct, tell me a little about yourself; only what you want to. Write a sentence or write a page and if you live in the UK I shall try to get it to you; mention if you hang at any of the YA charities like Centrepoint. You are under no obligation to review, simply to pass on to the next person who likes reading New Adult romantic thrillers…and is financially challenged. You could always write a comment on the inside cover or a doodle, maybe a pencil heart, I might not see it but your opinion matters. You matter.
So this is my action plan. Keep writing. Keep blogging. Keep listening. Keep promoting.
“The doors clanging shut made Mia’s teeth rattle. She sat, folding inward; only her feet, knees and hair visible. Her hot breath, heavy with dread, filled the chasm between her legs and chest. She thought she heard him breathing…and on the end of that his laugh…”