Authors Electric

   It’s an odd thing that we change so much as we grow older. Odd, but exciting. It’s not just our bodies and faces that change, it’s our opinions, too, isn’t it? And our habits, long ingrained, that give way to new ones. Even if you never move house, if you stay in the place where you were born for the whole of your life, you change. Life is movement. Families alter, like the patterns in a kaleidoscope. Our children leave home, make their own families, change the pattern, yet we stay bound together, the colours repeating themselves in different ways. Years ago when my boys were young, I drove myself mad at Christmas, crossing every t,   dotting every i, ticking every box, following like a brainless sheep – baaaa! - every idea thrown at me from tv or magazines, to create the perfect day. c. telegraph.co.uk There had to be masses of presents, mostly useless but good for a giggle.  There had to be a full English breakfast, a three ...

Susan Jane Smith B.Sc           When is a Kindle not a Kindle?   When it’s surpassed by a Kobo I’d say.   I’ve been a electric author for a couple of years now and publishing e-books via Kindle Direct Publishing on Amazon.   I have always loved my Kindle.   I think I could love a Kindle Fire even more!           Yet, I’ve been seduced by a Kobo Mini.   It was a decent price I thought and so small that I felt I could justify having it to keep in my handbag.   When I walked past a W H Smith it was in the window gleaming up at me.   Beckoned, I went in and simply could not resist it.             My h usband was not impressed as he could see no reason for a second e-book reader.   My excuse to him and myself is that I have recently paid Matt Horner at ebookpartnership to turn two of my books into epub...

Susan Jane Smith           I made a lot of mistakes as a young woman – looking for love in all the wrong places.  I had a lot of male attention but not the kind I wanted!  When I was 23 years old I had long blonde hair, a very short skirt (it was the 60s) and frequently a plunging neckline.  One spring I was photographed by the local newspaper lying on a bank of daffodils and the reporter asked what I wanted most.  My reply: “I just want to be happy.”  I was desperate for a man to love me and I put up with partners who lied and cheated and who put me down for challenging what was going on – all in order to try to keep them.            Finally, after a lot of counselling in my thirties, I started to make better choices in men and I also changed careers.  I then spent 20 years listening to people about their relationships – I was a psychotherapist and later ...