Like the vast Ocean,

The deep unknown remains a mystery,
Even to those trying to crack it.
Honey, I'm all for getting lost
As long as it's with You.

Pass me a quill, as I'm feeling suddenly, mightily philosophical. Hand over to me, the old parchment where I could write with my indecipherable script, everything that is swirling in my head, and only then could you perhaps start to piece together the complexity that is my mind.

The Lockharts, the novel is now in full swing -- and due to quite a few people I know buying off Amazon.co.uk, it is also working!

Review notices are due in the next few weeks (It all depends on how my publishers are going about it and such.) Quite a few national newspapers will have them, such as the Observer, and The Times and my own local Herald and Argus. I need to think up some more newspapers, but seeing as how I'm not much of a reader of the tabloids and such, I'm at quite a loss. It is now just the process of time and of course publicity and promotion. It is at times like this, I hate being an amateur and not knowing what, how and when things happen and so forth. I need to think of some ways of promoting The Lockharts and at the moment the only thing I have in mind is flyer distribution. My guesses are though, most of the places I have in mind to distribute said flyers won't be pleased but as usual it is worth a shot and sometimes just trying to reach the stars is the only way.

It'll happen one day, it's not an if anymore, it is now a when.

Chase those stars dreamers, it'll happen.

Char. x

P.S Apparently, and this is a big MAYBE my local newspaper might have a feature on me, this I'm not so sure about and it is kind of.. worrying me. I don't like cameras at the best of times let alone a reporter too. Have to get used to it maybe though? Because I never know where this might lead..

If I could write you a letter.

Every vowel and every syllable wouldn't be enough, to express anything I feel.


I feel like I've been neglecting this thing, which is bad really. I'm sorry for those who do follow me, which is like, not a lot.. but I made this blog to vent my thoughts, to express what flows from my mind to my fingers and to this keyboard and to all of you. Then I deleted all my personal blogs on here and made my Tumblr, but I still feel like this place... it has the memories of everything I've written and vented and I felt if not a tad bit guilty then a bit.. sad that I just left this place hanging.

So. The Lockharts have hit the online stores, I have yet to check the local bookstores but I shall when I have a spare few minutes to lurk the bookshelves. For all those who are on Facebook, I've made a group for The Lockharts, feel free to join and get everyone you know to too. All in my vain attempts of promotion, you know. Facebook Group! Also, if you guys have a Facebook add me, I don't mind getting friend requests.

I also feel like I've neglected my writing, but let's just say that I've had other things on my mind that have warranted my attention, but it's cool. It's different and unlike work it takes my mind off everything where I can try and capture some ideas that seem to float by like lost and meaningless clouds just awaiting to be plucked from the sky and made into something worthwhile -- How poetic that sounded. Ahh, anyway I shall not drain your eyes any longer and shall get on with some writing.

Peace, Love and Creativity to all,

Char. x