Two weeks! Two weeks until HOLD comes out! And while I'll be bragging about early reviews some other time, for now I want to invite you all to Release Day, which happens to fall on the same day as my friends happen to be having an Authors on the Lawn event at their absolutely adorable gift shop in Brookside, Mendham, NJ. You can find out all about it here: https://harmonybrookside.com/authors-on-the-lawn. I'll have copies of all my books to sell at a special you-came-all-this-way discount and I'd love to meet you!
I finaled in Contemporary Romance Writers' Stiletto Contest! This is my women's fiction/romance crossover manuscript and I really hope it comes out into the world someday. The story is about a high-flying lawyer who has to come back to her Jersey Shore town (the real Jersey Shore, not that one) to take care of her elderly father. She finds out all kinds of family secrets while a hunky surfer slash contractor renovates her father's house and reminds her of what's important.
Another finalist is Casey Dembowski, and you should check out her work because she's cool :)
Wish me luck! And Casey too I suppose. 😒
UPDATE! I won!!!
2022 will be the year I choose to be brave enough to self-publish THREE sequels to Breathe! Did you wonder about Kane's sisters? So did I, so I wrote their stories. Please say happy birthday to my LLC. Thanks to HumzaDesign at Fiverr for my lovely logo. (Also, pay your creatives as you would be paid. The premium level is still a bargain.)
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[Um, so yeah. Should have put this here ages ago. Carry on about your business. This isn't the posting date you're looking for.]
I'm thrilled to be a part of Parsippany Library's Romance Author Panel on Monday, May 10 at 7:00pm. Join me and authors Shirley Hailstock, Terri Brisbin and Judith Lynne as we talk about our writing journeys, our challenges, and of course, how much we believe in love!
Recently I got to chat with these inestimable ladies for our local television station. You can find us by tuning in to https://www.mendhamtv.org/ on Sept 9th 8pm ET to catch a fun author panel. Afterwards, several of the authors (but not me, because I'll be quarantining in the UK, long story) will be available for a Zoom chat at 9pm ET - stop by and say hi to them! https://us04web.zoom.us/j/74991949700
Wine and Words: Passion to Reality (Mendham TV)
Tune in to Mendham TV and join local authors Carol Van Den Hende, Julie Maloney, Meredith Stack, and Kimberley Ash as they discuss how they turned a love of writing into being published authors. Relax with your favorite beverage and hear them bust myths about writing, their inspiration, challenges, and current projects. If you love stories about turning passions to reality, enjoy books or writing, or just want to connect with neighbors, check out "Wine and Words: Passions to Reality" on Mendham TV. Sign up for author newsletters or visit these sites to learn about Carol's debut novel Goodbye, Orchid, Vicky's Van Allen Brothers trilogy, and Julie's novels: carolvandenhende.com, kimberleyash.com, https://womenreadingaloud.org/, www.juliemaloney.net
Funny how you don't think you have certain connections, but all it takes is reaching out and people are happy to hear from you? I thought that my undergraduate university, Queen Mary in London, where I met some of my bestest friends and, oh yes, my husband, would be firmly in my rear view mirror--or I'd be in theirs. But they've done a profile of me in their Alumni blog! Have a look!
Forgive my blather but I can’t just say “Happy Juneteenth” and walk away.
I have trouble saying “Happy” Juneteenth. God knows people of African descent in the U.S. deserve all the respect in the world for what they have accomplished in the 155 years since this bare minimum of decency was afforded them. But they have had to accomplish all those things despite the concerted efforts of white people in power to stop them, beginning with the tiniest of microaggressions up to and including murder. Murder over and over and over again. I just can’t stress enough how fucking heartbreaking this is to me. And I can’t possibly know how much MORE heartbreaking it is to the Black community.
Juneteenth was the end of slavery, but even then, your ancestors in Texas were screwed over, because they’d been forced to work for TWO MORE YEARS—seven hundred and thirty days in shackles—because the bosses still wanted to steal their labour.
Yay for your freedom! Which we took from you! Which we kept taking from you every single day and in every single way we could! Yay for the codified and legally mandated system of racism and bias that has kept so many black communities in every single kind of poverty, including in food, education, and income, because of redlining and gerrymandering and other insidious acts by white people in power! Yay for pretending this doesn’t exist or that we’re woke because we suddenly learned what Juneteenth was yesterday! Yay for people remembering to lift up black voices for two weeks and then going back to their regularly (whitely) scheduled programming!
What I want to say is, I’m sorry that you have to fight and fight and fight, every single day, for what I get so easily. It shouldn’t be that way. And since silence is complicity, I will not be silent. So when I see instances of bias, I will call them out. I will not be “nice.” I will listen to you. I will not tell you what you need or what you should or shouldn’t say. Your dignity is important to me, and whatever I can do to lift your voice, I will.
It’s not enough, but until this country (and several others) genuinely atones for the monstrousness of slavery, it’s all I can think of.
Graphic from Canva.
And what else is a blog for, even if you've been busy for 2 1/2 years, but to say your piece?
I went to England in November to look at cottages to rent for our grand holiday, which is coming up this summer. I was going to show my girls the exquisite beauty of the English countryside, and we were going to stay in a quirky little eighteenth-century cottage with crooked stairs and bathrooms carved out of the rock (or something). And I did indeed have a wonderful time, staying in one of these cottages myself and visiting a few others.
Thing is, like any vacation you try and plan well in advance, things changed.
[Breathe releases in 9 days! In it a British expat living in Boston has to decide where her home really lies. Kind of like someone else I know. Welcome to Part Two of my musings from last November’s trip to the U.K., written while I was there.]
This trip had a main purpose, but it also scratched an itch I’ve been feeling for a long time. When one emigrates to the land of one’s love, especially if one does it when one is young, one leaps into that life with both feet. Oh, I might have insisted on my cups of tea in the morning and squeed with joy whenever I saw chocolate digestives at the store, but I had a reason for leaving the U.K. and a million reasons to love and commit to the U.S. I am also a linguist, so the U.S. kind of committed to me. My words changed and my accent followed. I noticed this but could do nothing about it. I think one of the turning points was when I came back “home” after about five years and couldn’t switch back to English the way I used to. It gave me pause, I can tell you.
[I recently got to spend a whole week back in Blighty all by myself (well, almost). I had a wonderful time in a beautiful town and did a lot of thinking and some writing, while I celebrated the imminent release of my first novel. Fair warning: my next couple of blog posts might be a little contemplative.]
When you think of the quintessential English village, what comes to mind? Quaint old crooked houses, leaning into narrow lanes? Hedgerows around fields dotted with sheep placidly chewing among medieval ruins? A church that’s existed since before America was born or thought of, surrounded by gravestones dating back to the 1600s? Rolling hills in the background, fringed with copses you could imagine walking up to for a picnic and a spectacular view?
Well, then, you could do no better than to visit Chipping Campden, a little spot in the northern reaches of the famously beautiful Cotswolds. Chipping Campden, like so many of its friends here, is just about perfect. I just came back from spending a week there and I miss it already—though that could also be because I didn't have to feed or do laundry for anyone but myself for once.
If you guys really want to know why I'm here, you could do worse than read The Velvet Series by Jude Deveraux. Or you could just read my review of them, which has just been published on that mecca of all things romance, SmartBitchesTrashyBooks. Yes, these four books were of their time and yes, that time also gave us mullets and mom jeans. But admit it, you loved them in the 80s, and thus it was with me and the Montgomery brothers. Go ahead, read the review. You'll laugh or cry or tell me off for being so nostalgic. I don't mind which.
Yes, I'm bringing you news of getting through to the second round of NYC Midnight's Short Story Challenge in a very timely manner, if by timely you mean two months later. I had to wait and see if I got through to the third round, you see, and since there's only one story here, you can guess the answer to that question.
Anyhoo, the challenge is to write stories that are progressively shorter, and in a progressively shorter amount of time. The first round was 2,500 words and had to be delivered in a week. The second was 2,000 and we had three days. The final round is 1,500 and you have 24 hours. They provide you with a genre, setting, and protagonist, and set you free. This story had to be a paranormal and include an entrepreneur and a graveyard. It was a real rush, I have to say, and I honestly am not sure where the story below came from. So enjoy, and don't be stingy with your magic.
If I had any doubts as to the importance of books—real, paper-and-glue, physical books—in my life, they were recently laid to rest when after ten years of living in this house, I finally got some decent bookshelves. I felt so guilty that I had to leave my beloved friends in boxes in the basement like redheaded stepchildren (I’ve never figured out why either of those things should be a bad thing), waiting for the day Mr. A. quit purchasing new surfboards and I could get a wall of bookcases handcrafted and lovingly planed. Or something.
Well, we still have more surfboards than Mr. A. has feet, and the shelves didn’t get made, but
It’s mince pie season. Apparently there are other celebrations of some sort going on as well, but mostly, it’s mince pie season. I’ve made eighty-four mince pies and eaten about forty-eight of them. They’re going in lunch boxes, being foisted on friends, and form part of my mother-in-law’s convalescent diet after being in hospital for several weeks. Such is the power of mince pies.
Okay, so we get it: I like mince pies. I like many other things about Christmas (parkin anyone? Anyone?) but there’s something about a well-made mince pie that says Crimble is a warm and happy place and we are loved.
Unfortunately, in the U.S., there’s been some kind of miscommunication.
Yes, I am taking time out from skipping around the room to report that I am now officially represented by the inimitable Veronica Park of the Corvisiero Agency! I can't wait to embark on this next stage of my journey with her (when I've climbed down from these giddy heights, that is).
Rate My Tea is my new home. Every time I go on Facebook I feel like I’m sitting down to a lovely cuppa with a few hundred of my friends from all over the world. We hold gentle debates about milk in first or last (it’s last, just to be clear.)
(Unless it’s made in a pot, then it’s first.)
(Just to be clear.)
Something to remember when considering adopting two dogs:
Twice the dog = twice the poop.
Twice the big dog = four times the poop.
I'm just sayin'.
I'm thrilled and humbled to report that I (well, my alter ego) have won first place in Wisconsin RWA's Fab Five Contest! My manuscript Breathe won in the Single-Title category. Bragging not being my strong suit I'll just say wheeeeeeee!
[I'd like to thank my copyediting certificate course and ACES for teaching me to include the apostrophes in that title.]
I’ve just taken P to her last basic training class (thanks also to St. Hubert's). Q was left at home with a nice bone stuffed with peanut butter. He was too busy gazing at us in semi-panic mode when we were leaving to have at it, but I figured he’d go back to it once he could concentrate on the smell.
We returned, and after they’d done their usual ‘haven’t seen you for years old fruit’ happy dance around each other, P homed right in on the bone. I figured there couldn’t be any peanut butter left in it, so sure, go ahead. Bit of time passes and suddenly she’s snapping at Q. I think he only now remembered it and was trying to get close enough to nab it from her. But pb is a precious commodity in this house and P was NOT sharing. Q acquiesced, lying pathetically in his grief just beyond growling reach.
So, feeding. And dog language.
Well, gosh, time for some suitably humble horn-tooting. I'm thrilled to report that I am a finalist in Wisconsin RWA's Fab Five contest! If you hear a scraping sound over the next few days, it's my head fitting through doors.
Kimberley Ash is a British ex-pat who has lived in and loved New Jersey for almost thirty years. When not writing romance, she can usually be found cleaning up after her two big white furry dogs and slightly less furry children. Her first novel, Breathe,has been re-released through her own publishing company, Tea Rose Publishing. Her trilogy, The Van Allen Brothers, was released by Tule Publishing in 2019.