I Had a Dream by Heidi Catherine


Ever since I was a child, I’ve loved to interpret my dreams. In those days we didn’t have the internet, so I’d buy books on the subject and pour over them each morning trying to predict my future.

Of course, this wasn’t a very successful way to see my future, but… it was a great way to analyse my past. I soon realised how useless dream dictionaries are – I’m petrified of snakes so me dreaming of these slippery creatures has a far different meaning to when a reptile handler at the local zoo dreams of a snake.

Dreams are as individual as the person dreaming them. They’re our way of processing what’s been happening in our lives. When I’m worried about making a fool of myself, I dream I’ve gone to a party wearing my pyjamas. When I’ve had success in my life, I dream that I can run so fast that my feet lift off the ground. And when I’m stressed, I dream I’m being chased by … you guessed it … snakes. The night before I got married, I dreamt that my husband had a moustache exactly like my father’s  – I’ll let you interpret that one!

In my novel, The Soulweaver, one of my characters, Lin, dreams of faces she doesn’t recognise and a forest she’s never seen. This leaves her understandably confused. She doesn’t realise that she’s having memories of her past life, living in Australia on the edge of a forest – a far cry from her life in the crowded city of Hong Kong. Here’s an excerpt:

Some days she’d close her eyes and study the faces that plagued her thoughts. Then she’d sketch them. The faces she sketched belonged to westerners. They had kind eyes and fair skin. She wondered if those faces were from Australia too.

Other days she wouldn’t draw at all. She’d sit quietly and try to figure out what it all meant. Perhaps she’d seen an Australian movie when she was young and it had some kind of profound impact on her. Or perhaps not.

What she’d never been able to figure out was why, if she hadn’t been to Australia, she felt as if her heart belonged there. Was it possible she’d lived a life there before? Many people in Hong Kong believed in reincarnation, but surely that couldn’t be true?


Have you ever had a dream about someone you don’t know? Or a situation you can’t explain? Have you noticed any patterns in your dreams and have they helped you in your real life? Or do your dreams leave you feeling a little confused like Lin? I’d be fascinated to hear about it.

Heidi Catherine can be found on Facebook, Twitter or on her website. Her debut novel, The Soulweaver, is available for order now. She also has a free prequel novelette called The Moonchild, which introduces you to two of the main characters from The Soulweaver in the lifetime they lived before the book takes place.



2018: My Best Writing Year Yet… Hopefully!


Well, I have to admit, my blog has been somewhat neglected of late. There is, however, a good excuse: I’ve been doing a lot of writing. After all, that’s what writers do!

The good news is that my new historical paranormal novel, Delirium, will be published by Crooked Cat Books later this year:

1881, Saint Anne’s Lunatic Asylum, London. One woman whose secrets have driven her to the brink of insanity; another who claims she can see the future, and communicate with the dead. With seemingly no way out, and everything at stake, only one of them has the tenacity to survive. Lies, murder, obsession… Delirium.

Writing this story has been addictive; I’m very excited about it!

I’ve also been asked to write some historical children’s poems for an anthology. The first of these, Gunpowder, is about King James I and the Gunpowder Plot – the clue is in the title – the second, Anarchy, deals with the feud between King Stephen and Empress Matilda, which led to her imprisonment and escape from Oxford Castle in 1142. I’m loving the research and learning a lot.

Once these are finished, I’m hoping to continue writing my novella, The Parfumier, about a poisoner-cum-perfume-maker living in sixteenth century Rome. That’s all while moving house, holding down my day job as an interpreter, and of course, looking after my lovely son.

I’ll be blogging mostly about my research, but there will be a few guest posts from other authors too. Hope to see you here soon.

Columbkill Noonan: Awesome Gods and Goddesses


columbkillAuthor Columbkill Noonan joins me to talk about some of the mythological Gods and Goddesses behind her wonderful novel, Barnabas Tew and the Case of the Missing Scarab.

I’m Columbkill Noonan, author of the just-released “Barnabas Tew and the Case of the Missing Scarab”. It’s a Victorian British detective story set, of course, in the Afterlife of Ancient Egypt. Why? Because there are loads of wonderful books about British detectives, solving all sorts of interesting cases, but they almost never end up hired by Anubis, Egyptian God of the Dead, and THAT is an egregious oversight.
In looking for a unique setting for “Barnabas”, I delved into quite a few mythologies, from cultures around the world. There are so many fascinating stories, and so many wonderful (and not so wonderful!) characters, that I knew that just one afterlife wouldn’t do; no, Barnabas must visit them all, in turn, which means that I have a LOT of sequels to write.
Therefore, I won’t be talking about detectives, or London, or anything at all about the mystery genre in general. Instead, I’ll be sharing with you some of my favorite gods and goddesses that I’ve come across whilst researching for places for Barnabas to go.
So, here it is, the Top Ten Most Awesome Mythological Characters, Ever.
10. ARACHNE: From the Greeks (and later the Romans) comes the story of Arachne, a mortal woman who was very good at weaving (and also, apparently, just a little bit cocky about it). She challenged Athena (who was the goddess of, among other things, weaving) to a weave-off. Arachne won, which annoyed Athena so much that she turned the poor girl into an immortal spider, because when someone annoys you it’s best if they suffer FOREVER, right?
9. DAMBALLAH: The Voodoo snake god who encircles the earth (puts one in mind of the Viking god who does the same, Jormungandr). Damballah is the great champion of people with physically handicapped people and young children, which sounds pretty benign, but sometimes he possesses people and when he does they can no longer speak but can only hiss. A bit of an enigma, no?
8. LOKI: A trickser god of the Vikings. Actually, Loki is a bit of a jerk, but he was tolerated by the rest of the Viking gods because they could use him to gain advantages over one another. In the end, though, he tricked a blind guy into killing his beloved-by-all brother, Balder, which made all the gods turn against Loki and imprison him on a rock with a serpent hanging over his head that dripped poison onto him periodically.
7. HATHOR: The cow-headed feminist goddess of Egypt, who goes on rampages and will only calm down if she drinks enough beer. Hathor is obviously awesome, a lady (cow? cow-lady?) before her time. When I read about her I knew that I had to make a place for her in “Barnabas”, and so she makes a very important appearance…indeed, the book wouldn’t have ended the same without her!
6. THE ANCESTOR SPIRITS OF THE MONGOLS: Not really gods, but the spirits of a tribe’s ancestors. Sometimes the dead moved on, and other times they stuck around, either because they were very, very good and wanted to help the tribe, or sometimes because they weren’t so nice and had a grudge they just couldn’t let go of, making them feel like they just hadn’t gotten enough revenge in life and therefore had to linger, messing with people and generally making their lives difficult. It was the shamans’ job to speak with these spirits, to find out what they wanted and to try to keep them from doing too much damage.
5. QUETZALCOATL (aka Kukulcan): An Aztec/Mayan god of Wisdom and Wind. Because those two things go together, right? He’s kind of serpent-y, but with feathers. His iconography stretches all across Mesoamerica (I’ve seen his depictions in Chichen Itza and Tullum, and they are marvelous). He’s been associated with fertility, and shamans, and war, and thunder and rain. Basically, creation and destruction, spirituality and violence. So, he’s sort of the god of everything.
4. HONIR: A Viking god of indecision. Do I like him? I think so…or wait, do I? I don’t know…what were we talking about again?
3. APEP: The Egyptian god of chaos (at least, one of them…the Egyptians had quite a few gods of chaos.) Apep was a serpent (why are so many gods snakes???) Apparently, the Sun God Ra had to do battle with Apep every night, and people could help Ra win by doing things such as spitting on Apep, defiling Apep (with the left foot only; I suppose the right foot isn’t insulting enough?), or taking a lance to smite Apep. Poor Apep. You’ve got to feel a bit sorry for him, chaos or no.
2. CHACMOOL: Not exactly a god, but rather a statue of a reclining figure with a concave belly used during rituals. Sacrifices (fruits, vegetables, human hearts; you know, the usual) would be placed onto the belly area of the statue. In Playa del Carmen, Mexico, I came across a public trash can that was topped by a Chacmool, and the hole where you put your trash was right in the center of the belly. Never before and never since has throwing out a napkin feel quite so holy.
1. GANESHA: He has an elephant’s head and he removes obstacles. There. He’s already number one. Add in that he is also the patron of intellect, and writing, and new beginnings, and he’s even better. Sometimes he has two arms, sometimes he has 20. That’s a lot of arms. Plus, he rides a rat (or a shrew, or a mouse, or whatever kind of rodent you wish, really). You just don’t get more awesome than that.barnabus
“Barnabas Tew and the Case of the Missing Scarab” is now available on Amazon
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History with all the Horrible Bits

History with all the Horrible Bits

Where better to hold a literature festival than the home of William Shakespeare, -upon-Avon? I was there last weekend with my seven-year-old, sampling some of the literary delights on offer. The highlight of the festival had to be Birmingham Stage Company’s brilliantly batty piece of educational theatre, Barmy Britain, the (more or less) complete history of our great land.

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Young and old alike were treated to grisly details of the bubonic plague, (some of the more bonkers cures included strapping a shaved chicken’s bottom to the afflicted person’s neck), the dastardly deeds of body snatchers, Burke and Hare, and the sensational story of heinous highwayman, Dick Turpin. Big bad Boudicca, King John, and the six-fingered Anne Boleyn were also some of my favourites. The show was a perfect mixture of history lesson, musical theatre and fart jokes, and performed so energetically that I was worn out just watching it.

What a wonderfully exciting way to cultivate a love of history in children! I still remember my school history lessons with my teacher sitting at the front of the class saying, “Read pages ten to seventeen in your text books and write them out in your own words.” It’s a wonder I managed to pass my history GCSE at all, let alone go on to write historical novels! History is full of gritty, nasty, thought-provoking stories, and the Horrible Histories team does a great job of bringing them to life.

Those of you who missed it can catch Barmy Britain in London’s West End this August.





The Long Road to Acceptance: LGBT Characters in Historical Fiction



“It is a seductive and insidious piece of special pleading designed to display perverted decadence as a martyrdom inflicted upon these outcasts by a cruel society. It flings a veil of sentiment over their depravity. It even suggests that their self-made debasement is unavoidable, because they cannot save themselves.”

James Douglas on Radclyffe Hall’s The Well of Loneliness, “A Book That Must Be Suppressed”, Sunday Express, 19 August 1928.

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Radclyffe Hall, Author of ‘The Well of Loneliness’

It has been almost ninety years since the publication of Radclyffe Hall’s ground-breaking novel, The Well of Loneliness, the story of a young woman from an upper-class family who falls in love with Mary Llewellyn, whom she meets while serving as an ambulance driver during World War I. Their relationship is met with abomination, and Stephen struggles to come to terms with the social isolation that follows.  Hall was at the pinnacle of her career when she wrote the novel, and risked ruin by doing so, but she hoped her writing would bring about better social understanding, and told her publisher at the time that “I have put my pen at the service of some of the most persecuted and misunderstood people in the world… So far as I know nothing of the kind has ever been attempted before in fiction.”

The reader could be forgiven for missing the novel’s only sexual reference: “and that night, they were not divided,” but one man, James Douglas, editor of the Sunday Express newspaper, was so incensed that he embarked on a vicious campaign to rid the nation’s bookshelves of this ‘indecent publication’. In his editorial dated August 19th, 1928, he wrote that The Well of Loneliness only highlighted the need for society to “cleanse itself… of these lepers.” Children, he said, were most at risk from the dangers of this scandalous of book.

Despite significant support for Hall and her novel, the Home Secretary ordered publisher Jonathan Cape to withdraw it from sale, otherwise criminal proceedings would be brought. However, with all the publicity, demand for The Well of Loneliness was high, and it continued to be sold illicitly. An obscenity trial followed. The court ruled that all copies of the book should be destroyed and that the defendants should pay legal costs.

In the dark decades that followed, LGBT authors were often very careful about the characters they created and indeed their own private lives. Understandably so, when you consider that homosexuality between men wasn’t decriminalised until 1967 in England and Wales, even later in Scotland and Northern Ireland. Books which LGBT readers could identify with were difficult to come by. This was true not only in literature, but in television, film, and the music industry. I remember the first gay character on EastEnders, the first lesbian kiss between Beth and Margaret on Brookside, and the day Boy George exploded onto our television screens singing Karma Chameleon. I saw these people as trailblazers, who opened up a wealth of opportunity for LGBT voices to be heard.

As a writer, I am fortunate to live in a more enlightened society, where LGBT authors can write openly, from their own experience. Human beings, who happen to be LGBT are part of the fabric of society, and increasingly are being represented in literature, not only as protagonists but as characters incidental to the story, in a way we have never seen before, across every genre. No longer are our books placed in small sections in forward thinking bookshops, with a discreet sign saying LGBT Fiction.

It is a shame that some readers still find LGBT novels offensive. There are some wonderful writers who have received scathing reviews, not because of the quality of their work, but simply because of the LGBT content. I have yet to see a review berating a book for being too heterosexual! A couple of readers have said that they didn’t enjoy my novel The Women Friends: Selina because it contained lesbianism and bisexuality. In fact, the sex scenes make up only about three percent of the story. The rest of the novel centres around a young woman who leaves her troubled past, and moves to Vienna to model for the notorious artist Gustav Klimt. It is set against the backdrop of 1920s bohemian society and sinister developments in Europe leading up to World War II. There is much more to the story than the few paragraphs with sexual content.


The Women Friends: Selina by Emma Rose Millar and Miriam Drori

I was inspired to write the novel by Gustav Klimt’s sensuous masterpiece of the same name, (below). Nothing is known about the two women in the painting, but it is thought that they were lovers. The fate of the painting itself was a tragic one, and I wanted to reflect that in the story itself.


Gustav Klimt, (1917) The Women Friends

My favourite novels aren’t stories about lesbianism or bisexuality, but these themes usually run through the book to a greater or lesser extent. I love historical fiction; at no point in history has society been wholly heterosexual, and increasingly this is being reflected in literature. Moreover, I would argue that in historical fiction, the portrayal of LGBT characters is more important than in any other genre, precisely because of the nature of our histories. There are countless stories to be told, stories which previously would have been suppressed, because by telling them, people faced being shunned, ostracised, and in some cases, imprisoned or executed, as is still the case in many parts of the world.

The books that have influenced me the most are Alice Walker’s The Colour Purple, Sarah Waters’ Affinity and Emma Donoghue’s The Sealed Letter.


In The Colour Purple, the lesbian relationship between Celie and Shug is the catalyst which transforms Celie from a submissive, downtrodden woman, into one who is strong and fiercely independent. In Shug, Celie finds love for the first time since she was taken away from her sister, Nettie.

In Affinity, Margaret Prior’s feelings for disgraced spirit medium are shady and almost invisible. The story is a deeply sensual one, despite there being no sex in the entire novel.

The Sealed Letter is based on a real life Victorian scandal, a delicious tale of secrets, betrayal and forbidden love. An intriguing story of a courtroom drama and the appearance of a sealed letter whose unknown contents could destroy more than one life.

All three writers weave complex stories, in which lesbianism is only a part. The novels all highlight the choice women were faced with in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, of remaining true to themselves, or conforming to what was considered the ‘social norm.’

The Well of Loneliness remains a controversial book, criticised for inspiring shame and self-loathing, and for portraying lesbian women as masculine figures. However, along with a handful of other books, it paved the way for many of the novels we know and love today.

Author Bio

Emma Rose Millar was born in Birmingham – a child of the seventies. She is a single mum and lives with her young son who keeps her very busy and very happy. Emma left school at 16 and later studied for an Open University degree in Humanities with English Literature. She has had a variety of jobs including chocolatier, laboratory technician and editorial assistant for a magazine, but now works part-time as an interpreter.

Emma writes historical fiction and children’s picture books. She won the Legend category of the Chaucer Awards with Five Guns Blazing in 2014. Her novella The Women Friends: Selina, based on the work of Gustav Klimt and co-written with author Miriam Drori was published on December 1st, 2016 by Crooked Cat Books. She is currently writing her third novel, Delirium, a Victorian ghost story.

Emma is an avid fan of live music and live comedy and enjoys skating, swimming and yoga.

For more information visit her Amazon author page.



Your Attention, Please

Your Attention, Please

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I’m joined by the ever fabulous Ailsa Abraham, whose novel Attention to Death will be launched tomorrow. It’s a murder mystery with LGBT characters, so it sounds right up my street!

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Thank you for inviting me to talk about my latest release today.

This is a departure from my previous series in magical realism. Here I take off on murder mystery. Why? Erm… limited attention span? Love of variety?

Attention to Death is released on 10th March and here is the info on it.

“Find Attention to Death on pre-order on Amazon: http://mybook.to/AttentionDeath

“In Attention to Death, Ailsa Abraham pulls off something I wouldn’t have thought possible – a steamy romance with a twist of murder and a splash of social conscience. A remarkable book that will have you turning pages as quickly as you can to find out what happens next.”
~ India Drummond, author of the Caledonia Fae series

Finding a murderer among a group of killers is not going to be easy for two Royal Army Military Police investigators, Captain Angus Simpson and Staff-Sergeant Rafael ‘Raff’ Landen, whose Christmas leave is cancelled for an investigation into a suspicious death on a base in Germany.
The case is further complicated by unhelpful senior officers who make pre-judgements on colour, creed, race and sexuality. Yet the insight of the investigators helps them uncover a sinister plot, although they too have something to hide: their own fledgling relationship.
Will Angus and Raff be able to solve the murder without giving away their secret?
The best and worst of human nature is represented in this story, which is why it is suggested for over 18s only.”

I delved into my past life as an officer in the Royal Air Force and my lifelong friendships with gay men to research this book.  Coming right after LGBT History Month in February, it highlights the problems that men who have to be “in the closet” and the sort of bigotry that causes people to refuse to read a book just because there are gay characters in it, although this doesn’t stop them leaving reviews. Me? I’ve never been too sure. I’m gender-neutral which is why the first thing I wonder on meeting new people isn’t “What do they do in  their bedrooms?”

Read it for yourself and decide. Is it an honest portrayal of two men doing their job who just happen to have started an affair?


Ailsa Abraham  is the author of six novels. Alchemy is the prequel to Shaman’s Drum, published by Crooked Cat in January 2014. Both are best-sellers in their genres on Amazon. She also writes mystery romance.

She has lived in France since 1990 and is now naturalized French. She enjoys knitting and crochet and until recently was the oldest Hell’s Angel in town . Her interests include campaigning for animal rights, experimenting with different genres of writing and trips back to the UK to visit friends and family.  She is also addicted to dressing up, saying that she is old enough to know better but too wise to care (pirate gear is her favourite!)










In my beginning…


Such a brave and inspiring lady.

The Bingergread Cottage

… is my end (T.S. Elliott)

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I wasn’t going to make a big song and dance about my recent dementia diagnosis but everyone has been so very kind and lovely that I had to write a BIG thank you note.

In case anyone missed it, my brain is deteriorating rapidly and my last MRI scan showed the results normally associated with an 80-year-old. This is only going to get worse and my time left is limited. Details – the blood vessels in my brain are getting very thin indeed and so the chances of a major stroke or heart failure get higher and higher.

I’ve had post-stroke symptoms for some time. You may remember where I told you that at my last MRI in 2014, the specialist and I couldn’t decide if I was post-stroke or early Multiple Sclerosis and we almost tossed a coin for it. At least…

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