Very exciting news to share -- In His Eyes has made it to the final eight in the Category section of DABWAHA, the Dear Author Bitchery Writing Award for Hella Good Authors.
DABWAHA nominations come from Jane and Sarah from Dear Author and Smart Bitches, respectively. Being nominated is a total thrill, especially when I look at my fellow nominees, who are all authors who rock my socks off.
But saying that is not really in the spirit of DABWAHA. You see, bartering, bribing and vote mongering are all kind of acceptable in this comp. And it is not only traditional, but expected, that you will totally trash-talk your opponents on any and all social media platforms available.
The virtual eye-scratching and hair-pulling has already begun thanks to Sarah Mayberry, out of the gate early with her trashy twittering. She's awesome like that -- so sweet and helpful and...
Oh dear, I don't know that I'm going to be so good at this whole trash-talking thing...
However I will be asking for your help voting for me. Voting opens 19 March, so stay tuned!
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Tuesday, December 11, 2012
12 Days of Christmas - Sarah Mayberry
Welcome to day six of:
Halfway through! Is your Christmas shopping all done?? No, mine either. But on to happier topics...
My guest today is the absolutely awesome author and (I'm very proud to say) my SuperRomance stablemate, Sarah Mayberry! Sarah's heartwarming (and quite spicy) romances are the stuff of legend and like so many of my wonderful Extravaganza guests, her books are well-represented on my shelves. Sarah has not only brought us a wonderful tale about a family heirloom Christmas pudding, she's even provided the recipe! With all this recipe goodness we're serving up for TDoCFaRBE, there's no excuse not to be straight into the Christmas baking this year...
The
Legend of Nana's Christmas Puddingby Sarah Mayberry
Before I start waxing poetic about my Nan's pudd, a big thanks to Emmie for inviting me to blog about something so close to my heart (and stomach). With Christmas just days away, I am about to launch into the marathon that is my Day of Pudding Boiling (you'll see why it's a marathon in a moment) so this topic is top of my mind right now.
The
legend of my grandmother's Christmas pudding is a bit like Emmie's fruit cake
story in that until they've eaten some of my Nan's pudd, many people don't
realise they even like plum pudding. In fact, some people might even consider
themselves avowed plum pudding haters (poor, deprived fools!). Usually this is
because they hate sultanas or currants or some other variety of dried fruit. I
must admit, if I was held at gunpoint with bright lights trained on me, I
might also confess to not being the world's greatest sultana lover,
too. But all such considerations go out the window when faced with a bowl
full of Nan's goodness. There's something about the boiling process or perhaps
it's the sheer simplicity of this recipe that results in a really lovely, rich
pudding that isn't overly dried-fruity, even though it's chockas with the
stuff.
Put
simply (and, of course, completely objectively) it is The Best Thing Eva.
There's no fancy stuff in this recipe - no suet, or glace anything, or nuts or
anything vaguely spicy. It's just dried fruit, brandy, eggs, butter, flour and
golden syrup. And when it's been boiled for seven hours (six when you make it,
one on the day of serving) it's moist and delicious and well worth the
"I'm so full I'm going to be sick" feeling that is the inevitable end
result of Christmas feasting for so many of us.
I
have no idea where this recipe comes from, but for as long back as I can
remember, Christmas day at my maternal grandmother's house was always capped
off by Nan unwrapping the pudding, drowning it in brandy sauce and handing it
out to a table full of expectant relatives. Usually the pudding had been
hanging in her pantry for a few months, maturing to perfection. Even as a child
I knew to savor it, because unlike a traditional roast dinner, I knew I was
only getting this pudding once a year. Needless to say, there was always
a queue for seconds, and the huge saucepan of brandy sauce never went the
distance no matter how much Nan made.
At a
certain point Nan got too old to go through all the fuss of pudding making, so
she passed the baton onto my sister, both my mother and my aunt having declared
themselves not interested enough in cooking to master the art of the pudding.
Once I saw that my sister could replicate my Nan's success, I got in on the
act, too, and introduced my husband's family to the joy's of Nan's pudding.
Now, every year my sister and I reserve a day to make our pudding. For that
day, we are tied to the kitchen, watching our boiling pudding, adding water to
the pot, generally fussing around this precious thing until its six hours in
the hot seat are up.
Unlike
Nan, I have never tried to make my pudding early and leave it hanging for
months to deepen the flavors, or whatever that's about. My sister lost a whole
pudding to mold one year, and we both agreed it was too painful a process to
risk that kind of attrition. So now we boil our puddings a week or two before
Christmas and store them in the fridge. A little less romantic than Nan's way
of doing things, I know, but very practical. We have also freelanced from Nan's
recipe a little by increasing the amount of brandy we use to soak the fruit.
Nan's recipe included only a few tablespoons of the good stuff. My sister and I
both decided this was barely enough to dampen the fruit! So we glug a decent
amount of brandy over the fruit so that it's got plenty of liquid to soak up
and rehydrate with. The recipe below has been adjusted to allow for our
heavy-handedness, so feel free to tweak to suit your own tastes.
So,
without further ado, here is Nan's recipe:
Nan Wade's Christmas Pudding
250g currants 5
eggs
250g raisins 1 tlbsp golden syrup
250g sultanas 1
tsp carb soda
125g dates 250
ml brandy
250g brown sugar 60cm
x 60cm unbleached calico, available from most fabric retailers
375g sifted plain flour kitchen
string
250g butter
Cut up raisins and dates so that all
pieces are of an even size, about the size of a sultana.
Mix all the dried fruits together.
- Pour brandy over fruit, mix well and let soak at least overnight. ( sometimes I let it sit 3 or 4 days as I build up to the big 6 hour boiling day)
- Cream butter and sugar together until light and fluffy, add eggs one at a time beating well after each addition.
- Add the soaked fruit & golden syrup , mix well.
- Add the flour and carb soda. Fold dry ingredients in.
- Boil the pudding cloth. Sift flour over the surface of the pudding cloth to give the pudding a skin.
- Place ingredients in the centre of the cloth and tie up with kitchen string, looping it tightly around the "neck" of the pudding several times, nice and tight. Place a saucer on the bottom of a very large stock pot and bring water to the boil. (This stops the pudding from "catching" on the bottom of the pot.) Put the pudding into the rapidly boiling water on top of the saucer, and put the lid on immediately. The pudding will float, but don't worry about that. I usually use water up to about the string line. Boil the pudding rapidly for 6 hours. The water must never go off the boil, so replenish from a boiled kettle if necessary, being careful not to pour water directly over the tied neck of the pudding, as it can get a bit soggy there if water seeps in.
- At the end of the cooking time, lift the pudding from the water and store in the fridge until the day of serving. On the day of serving, boil the pudding for a further hour to heat it. To serve, cut the string and peel the cloth away from the pudding. Cut into wedges and serve with brandy sauce and vanilla ice-cream.
If you are tempted to give this a
try, I promise you you won't be disappointed - it comes out a gorgeous
golden-syrupy color and tastes so rich and delicious. I cannot wait till
Christmas day now that I've written this all up - yummm! Sadly, I only have the
one picture of my pudding from last year. This year I will take many more
so I can show it off with pictures as well as words next time anyone is foolish
enough to ask about my Nan's pudding.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
I'm sure Sarah won't mind me book-ending her post with a little reminder about Random Acts. As part of TDoCFaRBE I'm encouraging you all to undertake a Random Act of Kindness throughout the festive season. The latest hint from Random Acts is a lovely one -- why not give someone the gift of your time and attention and make a visit to your local nursing home or to an elderly neighbour?
Or you can simply send Random Acts a donation and wear a smile all day.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Cups of tea, for the win
I'm having a strange couple of weeks. After months of being an absolute workaholic -- working weekends, days, nights -- doing lots of travel, writing to meet my deadline, and trying to maintain an occasional social life, everything has suddenly gone quiet*.
It's something I should be used to by now -- the cliche about small business being a "feast or famine" is a cliche for a reason. When you're in business for yourself, you pretty much always say "yes" to work. The idea is then, when it gets a little quiet, you can sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labours.
Except that's not quite how it seems to happen for me. I should be just kicking back, enjoying the break, watching TV, soaking in the sunshine that Melbourne sporadically sends out way. Possibly, I should be starting a new book. But no, I mostly just worry.
And have cups of tea.
Luckily, the tea helps the worry.
The other thing that helps is catching up with friends. Last week I caught up with these two gorgeous ladies for a little lunch:
Sarah Mayberry and Joan Kilby are not only brilliant SuperRomance authors, they are also the most lovely people a newbie author could hope to befriend. They've been so generous in sharing their wisdom and experience, and helping me with the odd little things that crop up during life as an author.
I have to say that one of things about becoming an author I didn't expect was the number of friends I've made as a result. I have a wonderful gang of friends from my early days when I just started stretching my writing muscles on the internet. I also have lovely friends from the Melbourne Romance Writers Guild. I have critique partners who've become friends. And the other authors I've met in Melbourne and at RWA events...
Becoming a writer just to meet really cool people is a pretty acceptable reason, I've decided.
And now I'm off to have a cup of tea...
* Just so we're clear, by "quiet" I mean that I don't have a hundred things to do each day when I wake up, and I'm not waking up in a cold sweat at 3am remembering I left the baby on the bus**. So, you know, there's plenty to do (as my exasperated accountant will attest), it's just that it's not all desperately urgent. For once.
**It's okay. I don't actually have a baby. But I did once leave my iPod on a plane. That was pretty distressing.
It's something I should be used to by now -- the cliche about small business being a "feast or famine" is a cliche for a reason. When you're in business for yourself, you pretty much always say "yes" to work. The idea is then, when it gets a little quiet, you can sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labours.
Except that's not quite how it seems to happen for me. I should be just kicking back, enjoying the break, watching TV, soaking in the sunshine that Melbourne sporadically sends out way. Possibly, I should be starting a new book. But no, I mostly just worry.
And have cups of tea.
Luckily, the tea helps the worry.
The other thing that helps is catching up with friends. Last week I caught up with these two gorgeous ladies for a little lunch:
Sarah Mayberry and Joan Kilby are not only brilliant SuperRomance authors, they are also the most lovely people a newbie author could hope to befriend. They've been so generous in sharing their wisdom and experience, and helping me with the odd little things that crop up during life as an author.
I have to say that one of things about becoming an author I didn't expect was the number of friends I've made as a result. I have a wonderful gang of friends from my early days when I just started stretching my writing muscles on the internet. I also have lovely friends from the Melbourne Romance Writers Guild. I have critique partners who've become friends. And the other authors I've met in Melbourne and at RWA events...
Becoming a writer just to meet really cool people is a pretty acceptable reason, I've decided.
And now I'm off to have a cup of tea...
* Just so we're clear, by "quiet" I mean that I don't have a hundred things to do each day when I wake up, and I'm not waking up in a cold sweat at 3am remembering I left the baby on the bus**. So, you know, there's plenty to do (as my exasperated accountant will attest), it's just that it's not all desperately urgent. For once.
**It's okay. I don't actually have a baby. But I did once leave my iPod on a plane. That was pretty distressing.
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Thursday, August 16, 2012
Romance Writers of Australia - conference day one wrap up
| This is me at tonight's Harlequin author dinner with a couple of the cute sexy gifts from the tables! |
I wanted to provide a quick run-down of Day One -- my first Author's Day (known in the inner circle as "A Day"). So here I go. Forgive me if you find any typos or weird sentence constructions -- it's been a big day, it's late, and I've just got back from the Harlequin authors "Naughty or Nice" dinner. But more on that later!
| A few of the gorgeous LoveCats ladies (L-R): Helen Lacey, Annie West, Michelle Douglas and Sue Mackay. |
This is only my second full conference (I went to a workshop in 2010 at Coogee) and I have to say I've already felt much more comfortable this year. There are just more people wandering around that I know and I feel a little more confident about walking up to people and introducing myself.
In terms of the sessions today, to be honest, I wasn't sure what to expect. But there was a good, interesting mix of content. The self-publishing panel was a fascinating insight into how some authors are making self-publishing work for them. What I appreciated most was the level of detail that they discussed about the various platforms, their pros and cons, and how to get the most out of each. The presenters were incredibly generous about sharing their personal information about sales figures and dollars -- which made the session very valuable. Key learnings for me (may not have been the same for everyone):
- use a professional formatting service because you don't need that drama
- ensure your cover reflects your genre and works well as a thumbnail (and a good cover is one thing to invest in!)
- "discoverability" is key
- you need to learn Amazon and how to make its system work for you.
| I can usually resist table mints. But Fantales? Who can resist Fantales?? |
As a result, I now have a Google+ account. Except right now I can't work out how to provide you with a link to my profile and/or page. Luckily, the Google people are around for the conference, so I'll ask them tomorrow and get back to you on that.
In the afternoon we had a brilliant session from Kate Cuthbert on how to organise (and handle) reviews. I found this very useful as a relative newbie, although I think I've been reasonably good at sticking to Kate's advice. (Still it was nice to know I was doing the right thing!) Her key message was "Don't take it online!". If a reviewer, or a reader, says something you disagree with, call your friends, your mum, someone, and complain, but don't ever, ever, go into battle online. Good advice.
After Kate's session we separated into groups and I spent the rest of the afternoon with the lovey group of ladies that made up the Aussie contingent of Harlequin authors. I managed to get them to all pose for me in a photo:
| Too many super-stars for me to name them all here. |
There were readings from their first release books and, most importantly, champagne cocktails -- by this time it had already been a long day, and a drink was sorely required. As well as hearing all about the new Destiny line, it was a lovely time to catch up with everyone who'd flown in during the day and say hello before I whisked myself off for the next, and final, event of the day.
The Harlequin authors' dinner was a highlight for me last year, because I was presented with the "new chick" gift. It was lovely to watch someone else receive that this year. There were a number of presentations, including the famous "Woman Fuzzies Awards". There were also four 25-book pins to present. That's 100 books in total from four authors!!
One of the winners of the stunning 25-book ruby pins was the amazing Sarah Mayberry, a fellow SuperRomance author and all-round cool gal. There was much cheering and applause and then there was a standing ovation for a special presentation to legendary NZ author Helen Bianchin.
| Sarah and I with her gorgeous pin! |
For now, good night!
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Monday, October 3, 2011
Not so favourite Monday
Okay, so I missed my last week's "Friday Favourite" -- and I was all determined that I was going to keep on top of this blogging thing! But that was before my back had other ideas. Early last week, it decided it had pretty much had enough of carting my ungrateful body around and so it stopped. Well, it didn't exactly stop, but it only did so with a great deal of complaining. Very ouchy and nasty complaining.

Source (And handy hint - don't do a Google image search on the word "ouch". Ew.)
So I then took myself off to the doctor, as you do, and got this awesome cocktail of drugs that, as my osteopath so wisely said: "Don't make it hurt any less, but do make you care less about it hurting." Amen.
I spent most of last week off with the pixies, reliant on friends and family to drive me around (seriously, you did not want me behind the wheel), make me dinner and even do my washing. Very glamorous indeed, being my friend, I assure you.
As a result, no work, no writing and in fact, not much else has been done at all. When I did have the brain space I did some reading. I'm sure the drugs were not entirely responsible for the tears I shed reading Sarah Mayberry's "One Good Reason" and "Home for the Holidays". Or the giggling I did reading Victoria Dahl's "Good Girls Don't" and the green-eyed writer's jealousy I felt over the astonishingly glorious sentences in Susan Elizabeth Phillips' "Call Me Irresistible". Seriously. Check this out from page 10:
"He strode down the centre aisle with a long, easy gait, his dark brown hair kissed with copper. Jeweled light from the stained-glass windows flung precious gems in his path, as if a simple red carpet weren't good enough for such a man to walk upon."
I mean, really. Come on, SEP, leave some hope for us mere mortal writers... :)
Today, though, along with some sunshine (thank you, Melbourne) my back seems a little better able to cope with sitting at the computer for about half an hour at a time. And my brain is slowly getting less fuzzy as I work off the pixie dust. With any luck, tomorrow I'll be able to tackle some actual writing. Blogging is easing me into it...
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