Keeping it real with a fake moustache!

I am very much a believer in life revealing your necessary learning if only you pay attention. Over the last few weeks real people, egos and keeping things real caught my attention.

A number of years ago I worked in a book store. The plan was to work there, have my books in stock and then dominate the world... As you do. Obviously that was rather ego driven. I recognise that now.

During my time in that book store we had numerous book signings from famous authors, aspiring authors and non-descript authors. I found it interesting to observe how each acted with the public and their fans. Some were lovely and humble while others basically disappeared up their own posteriors. The worst were those with huge egos who treated booksellers with complete disrespect. I learned so much during this time and became rather amused by how unaware of themselves many were. After intensive author observation, I decided that I did not really feel the need to know the author. I would rather read the story and enjoy the fact the author was a creative channel. With all this in mind, I came to the conclusion that I did not wish to be seen. I respect my readers, yet had no desire to flit around like a diva or disappear publically up my own posterior... Boring!

This week showed me a new perspective because I met an Olympic athlete through rowing. I noticed how she interacted with the public. She was feminine, humble and kind. In fact, she demonstrated how a public figure could respond to people with humility. My whole attitude before was to adopt a disguise using a giant fake moustache. In essence I had no desire to be seen with or without a fake moustache. Of course such a vision could evoke moustachio mania but that is not the point. The point is my perspective changed and that is thanks to someone who had the courage to be authentic and real in a public space. She was a positive role model and brave enough to be herself. So thank you Helen! You provided me with a wonderful insight into how someone could conduct themselves in public. Also thank you for discussing the issue of rower's bottom and the virtues of posterial massage.

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Why do people have to know about the Author?

So why is it that people need to know about the author? I have no clue - I just like reading the writing and having an insight into a person's mind. It is like stepping into someone else's house and having a look around. I find it fascinating - the thing is I am not terribly interested in the person, just what they create. The reason for this is because the act of creation for me is an individual uniting with their unconscious and constructing a non-reality and making it reality in words. A beautiful process, quite divine really. That is why I love the written word, creativity and inspiration.

Of course it seems that not many people view the world this way. I seem to be receiving more questions about me and my thoughts rather than my books... So this is me - I am tall, female, like to row boats. I laugh hysterically at my own jokes. Sometimes I even laugh at the thought of spontaneous laughter in rather awkward situations. Brilliant! In terms of everything else - I am a private person, I have no desire to be the kind of person who wears expensive clothing and flaunts bits of body for the media... Not interested. I like being amongst people, watching them and their stories. I love to find out about people's lives and who people really are and why they are like that... That is far more interesting than putting on some fake show...
So me - boats, water, self-amused, love writing books because it is an excuse to laugh out loud in cafes at my own jokes. That is it - nothing more - nothing less. Money pays bills, my mortgage and enables me the space and time to write. Millions of pounds is just millions of pounds... I have what I need and am happy with that... As I write this, I realise what a lovely space I am in and how lucky I am to be like this...

Finally I do hot yoga - it is pure torture, the hardest 'exercise' I have ever done but it keeps me calm and sweats out the caffeine that I consume - one cup per day... That is me - my life and everything else is nicely private...

Something is afoot.

Today I was discussing with a colleague the fact that one has to set an intention and really focus on it until you really believe it. There is a strange tingle in your gut and then you simply hand it over to whatever exists in the space we cannot see. My intention was simple - that the right people find the books and that they inspire, amuse and provide insight. Now that is happening and it is happening really rather fast...

What's more, it all came about when I stopped writing with the idea of making money. Yes it is a nice by-product but I do have a job. So by having a job - it takes the pressure off what I write... I get to spend as much time as possible in creation time making work that I truly love... I do not want to jump on a publishing treadmill where I have to churn out work. The truth is Labyrinthine took about six years to brew while I learned to write. The Ocean Callings took eight years and I wrote it and re-wrote it and yes last year I re-wrote it again. I had so much to learn about writing...

Finally Davina and The Goyles took about seven years. Incidentally I write books simultaneously, so the eight years, seven years and six years were years that over-lapped. I am not that old...

So with all this in mind, something interesting took place today - all three books were noticed on Kindle... They must have drawn someone's attention to put them on promotion. As I said my intention was for people to find the books and be inspired... So let's enjoy that it is happening and attract more positive attention.

My other good news is that The Ocean Callings has come out in paperback today. I loved writing that book so much... The adventures I had when I was creating it and the people I met in Scotland were phenomenal... I had no real technique for welly throwing or cowpat discuss until I had to research it. I just hope that book becomes a film just because it will have people laughing aloud in the cinema audience.. Love the thought of that! Here's to the right film producer finding the books and loving them!
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Chapter 3-5 Labyrinthine

CHAPTER 3

 

In a luxurious hotel, overlooking Bournemouth’s sandy beaches, Max laid on his king-size bed, smiling at the naked woman before him. He admired her curves as he traced his finger across her tanned, lean stomach. She smiled a coy smile, removed his hand from her hip, and slipped on her black, satin dress. “Time for me to go,” she said.

He sighed, “you don’t really have to go, do you?”

“You know I do.”

She gazed at him, bent over and kissed him on the forehead. Max gazed at her breasts and then into her eyes.

She shook her head, turned, and glanced over her shoulder as she walked towards the door.

He watched the elegant woman leave the room and adjusted himself. He would never see her again.

“Damn, I have to call Olivia!”

Max yawned, rolled over and reached for his mobile. He resented having to call Olivia. She had an exhibition looming and would be at her wits end. Did he really need to deal with all that stress? He huffed; what he put himself through just to be with her was ridiculous. Max smiled wryly; he had his reasons and it was nearly time.

 

 

 

CHAPTER 4

 

At that precise moment, a ragged, jaded old woman with a plume of matted, white hair clung to a trolley as it careered down a steep hill. She laughed hysterically to herself whilst muttering to the three dolls perched on the wire mesh. Each doll was dressed as an angel and gazed into the distance with crooked doll eyes. Onlookers gazed at the eccentric old woman.

          “You haven’t seen me, you’ll forget… I forgot... So will you.”

The time had come. She had been called. She had a role to play; she just wished she knew the source of the knowledge.

 

 

CHAPTER 5

 

Olivia pulled her knees into her chest and sat with her back against the white wall. Whenever she moved, she winced. Had she been beaten? Drugged? 

“What do you want from me?” she asked again.

The intruder made a sideways glance, “I don’t want anything from you in particular.”

“Look - stop playing games. I know you’re here to…” Olivia gestured at the dark shape.

The intruder waved the object like a toy. “Oh this... No, you have it all wrong. It’s not so much that I’m here to kill you - it’s a mere warning. There are powers at work of which you have no understanding. And it’s far better you know of such things now, before you make any discoveries.”

Olivia gazed suspiciously at the person before her: had someone sent it? Chewing her lip, she frowned. Why warn an artist trying to make a comeback? Olivia glanced at the door. Could she get past?

“I know what you’re thinking and I wouldn’t try it if I were you,” it said.

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First couple of chapters of Labyrinthine for my students!:)

LABYRINTHINE

by

RUBY

Copyright

RUBY

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Live life to the full,

 feel life in your heart

and relish every

experience.

Thank you for inspiration.

CHAPTER 1

When an eye shows clarity and light, a connection to the soul is revealed.

When an eye is devoid of the celestial blueprint, the soul is lost...

It becomes Retina Blue

The moment of awakening came from the most unexpected source, at the most inconvenient time. It plunged a person’s life into complete disarray - that was how it was supposed to be.

Olivia squinted in pain, rays of light shone directly into her eyes from the window. Her apartment looked bleary. She lifted her face from the floor and peeled some sketches from her cheek. Instinctively she checked the back of her head for blood. Nothing. Her black, curled hair was matted but there was no wound. Through the blur, something darted across the room. She froze. An androgynous figure wearing black was moving closer.

Inhaling hard, she shook her head. What the..?

Silence.

A dark shape in the intruder’s hand caught her attention. ‘It’ intended to kill her.

Quiet.

“When you’re good and ready we will talk,” it said.

Its voice was deep and confident - mysterious. “That’s once you stop bloody fidgeting!”

Olivia stared. It did not return the glance, instead its eyes, behind dark glasses, remained fixed on an ornate, shimmering hourglass. It appeared to be counting something down.

“What have I done? Who are you? Who sent you?”

“Shhh! I’m waiting,” said the figure.

“Waiting for what?”

“Waiting for the precise moment.”

CHAPTER 2

In the exhibition hall of an exclusive art gallery, a plump, fuming, fifty-something art agent paced up and down muttering under his breath. As he loosened his tie, his shifty eyes darted about in agitation. Hunching his shoulders, he grew increasingly rigid.

“That girl’s always late! It’s her last bloody chance!”

He scraped his chubby fingers over his balding head.

“Complete and utter disrespect! What does she think I am?”

He paused by a white framed window and stared out. For a moment, he just shook his head and checked his watch. I’m sick of it! If she doesn’t get here soon, I’ll have her bloody killed, that way her work might be worth something!

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http://www.amazon.co.uk/Labyrinthine-Interior-worlds-ebook/dp/B008Y65FWU/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1345322349&sr=8-2Well it seems that my students wish to have a location to see what I write and how I do it. So this site is for Labyrinthine.

The message from the universe...

There are days when the universe remembers you are there and shows you a completely new perspective. Today was this day...

I have been racing through a rather complex life and really who makes it complex? Well actually it is me...

So today was a day where a decision was made and a focus developed. It happens when I race in rowing and now it has evolved into other parts of my life... Today it is the writing.

Incidentally messages from the universe come from a rather cool website called TUT that send you an email every day that is called 'message from the universe'. It is very inspirational and today - was the day that the message actually meant something!