2016 Fingerless Gloves Giveaway

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In case you’re somewhere warmer, it’s the thick of winter in Melbourne. Measures need to be taken, friends. We fight the cold any way we can.

Me…? I take out my fingerless writing gloves.

Knitted with love by my beautiful mum, Sophie, I’ve grown used to wearing them at the computer when the weather turns frosty. They’re a hug from her on solitary days when I’m editing and working on Carry Me Away re-writes.

Mum hasn’t enjoyed the best of health in recent years. But even in the midst of sickness, she’s worked on a pair of these gloves for one lucky Ink Dots friend. She’s such a generous woman! I am blessed she’s my mama.

Along with the pair she’s knitted for me, (which I’m wearing while I type right now) she’s made others I’ve had the privilege to give away over the years. And it’s that time of year again when I pause my writing for a moment to share Mum’s excellent knitting with someone who loves the touch of the old worlde as much as I do.

This year, that could be YOU.  Oh, I so hope it will be YOU

All you have to do for your chance to win….is join my mailing list. (Don’t worry if you’re already signed up. You’re automatically in the running. How cool is that?)

Why sign up? So you can be one of the first to receive my author news and the latest developments on Carry Me Away. And because it’s a fun way for me to pick someone who might cherish a pair of these sweet gloves for themselves.

How? Scroll to the bottom of this page, or any page on this website, for the mailing list sign up form. You have until the end of June to sign up and the GOOD news is…  This offer is open to all Australian AND international subscribers.

Yes. I will post this prize anywhere in the world. With real Aussie stamps and postmarks. Truly!

So, stay warm, (or cool) dear friends, wherever you are.

Enjoy the passing seasons.

Read good books and enter to win the 2016 Ink Dots Fingerless Gloves Giveaway.

And let me know… if you win, do you plan on wearing them to write like me, or snuggle up in a corner to read?

Love, Dotti

 

UPDATED  – Congratulations to the winner of the 2016 Fingerless Gloves Giveaway…. Sally Bradley! 

besotted with history…

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James and Rachel’s engagement cake, made by Galina Adamek, wooden board by Vlad Adamek.

There’s nothing I love more than history and tradition. I’m besotted with the tokens and treasures which shape families and tell their stories.
Stories told through ordinary… and sometimes extraordinary objects we pass through the generations.

Objects like the beautiful circle of wood used as a base for this engagement cake.

Originally a cypress pine on the country property of my mother and father-in-law, it graced the farm where 11 Adamek cousins played for most of their growing up years. Like the Von Trapp children in The Sound of Music, these grandchildren climbed trees and brought home more sap on their clothes than their mothers cared to shift.

But we never really minded. We knew our kids were making life long memories. And when the farm was sold, there wasn’t one grandchild who didn’t mourn the loss of their childhood playground.

My clever brother-in-law, Vlad, managed to save one of the trees which had to be cut down, and recently worked a circle of the trunk into a base for his son and future daughter-in-law’s engagement cake.

It took my breath away.

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Sophie and James’ engagement cake. Made by Holly Petty.

Not only beautiful, but a sentimental real life slice of a mischief-filled childhood, rich in the love of grandparents, aunties and uncles.

This wooden base was used for the first time at the engagement of my nephew, James, and his future wife, Rachel.
Two weeks later, my own daughter, Sophie and her fiancé, James, borrowed it for the base of their engagement cake, too.

Woven into the present, this is a cherished token from our yesteryears. A wooden thread to be handed from one cousin to the next, a symbol of their shared treetop cousinhood.

My mother’s heart filled with delight to watch our Sophie and James cut their engagement cake and share it with their guests. Few people at their party would’ve guessed the significance of the stunning wooden board.

But some of us knew.

We knew beneath the layers of decadent chocolate, peanut butter and green ombre frosting… a ring of years echoed the ring of children’s voices calling to each other from the windswept limbs of cypress pines.

We knew a part of our history had collided with our present…and we knew it was about to become a part of many more futures.

Does your family have a tradition passed on through brides and grooms?
Do you have tokens which tell a family story?

Blessings for a wonderful weekend,

Dotti

 

 

 

 

One year on…

Last April, we shot all the photography for the Blue Wren Shallows series book covers, as well as the location shots I’ve used on this website. Each photograph captures the beauty of Phillip Island and the beaches where the stories of Finella and Shadrach, and the people who come into their lives, are set.

April, 2015

I’m privileged to walk these beaches when I visit my island. They remind me of critical scenes in my stories and continue to inspire new ones. One particular stretch of beach is where my daughter sat for this website’s homepage header. She’s perched on a washed up, sun-bleached log left for us by the wind and the waves.

My dear friend, Rel Mollet, spotted that piece of driftwood the day we went scouting the beach for suitable photography locations. It served us well later that afternoon when we took our cover model and photographer down to the beach for the last of the photography. (See this fun to revisit that day.)

Since then, I’ve walked that same beach a dozen times, maybe more. Each time that driftwood log is snuggled into the sand a little more. Last week, it looked like this… in places, almost completely buried by the kiss of the tide.

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April, 2016

And I was reminded how much has happened since last April.

The happy launch of Carry Me Home.

The delightful months of introducing Shadrach and Finella to readers all over the world.

And for me… the opportunity to connect with many of those readers who’ve now become friends.

I’m thrilled to say book two in the Blue Wren Shallows series, Carry Me Away, is a now a complete story.

To me, it looks a little like the log in the photo. I can see the beginning and end. But there’s branches which need dusting off and polishing up. That’s what I’ve been doing these last few months and will continue to work on in the weeks ahead.

I’ve also been a little distracted by the happy engagement of our daughter to her sweet love, in February. And with their permission, I will share some of that deliciousness in my first newsletter, scheduled to be sent out next week.

Are you on the Ink Dots Newsletter mailing list?

You can subscribe by filling in the field at the bottom of any page on this website.

I’m so excited to share it with you.

 

 

Mornings look like this…

Summer days are racing by and I’m spending more and more time in the library working on the ending of Carry Me Away, book 2 in the Blue Wren Shallows series.

Lots of new reader friends have popped in to pick up their copy of Carry Me Home (book 1). They sit in that chair while I sign their book, but most of my days I spend in the library, all alone… working on this new manuscript. (Don’t be fooled. I’m not complaining. Alone = bliss for this homebound author)

Here’s a peek at my view one morning this week ~ surrounded by my words, my tea, and a little angel watching over me to make sure I’m on task. I’m in the thick of making life miserable for my characters. Really bad. Tissue box bad.

During a coffee catch up with a dear writing friend, we brainstormed a further ‘misery twist’ … and even I flinched. Thankfully there’s a giddy, full blown romantic thread to wrap around this story before it’s delivered to YOU, my dear reader.

If you haven’t signed up for the Ink Dots newsletter, now is the time to get on that list. You will be among the first to receive news about upcoming book releases, the first to glimpse cover reveals, and in the month of February, anyone who subscribes to the Ink Dots newsletter is in the running to win an autographed copy of Carry Me Home.

You can do that by filling in the field at the bottom of any page on this website. There’s two books up for grabs this month!

Good luck, dear friends!
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Happy Summer Days

Happy New Year and welcome back to Ink Dots.

It’s been a crazy summer for me, with my book launch, (see Facebook author page for all the pics) beach trips to Phillip Island, a family Christmas at home, and a breathtaking stop in Fiji to soak up the sun and recharge my author batteries.

December and January have certainly delivered above and beyond anything I expected as a debut author. On December 18th I took receipt of the first print run of Carry Me Home and within 3 weeks, you wonderful people had bought Every. Single. Copy.

Pinch me, hard!

I did not anticipate I’d SELL OUT so soon and I’m still giddy to have shared the story with so many readers.

To those who bought those first print copies… I offer my heartfelt THANKS!!!

It’s because of loyal readers like you I could order the second print run and look into the face of 2016 with great anticipation.

I’ll be disappearing into my library to work on book two in the Blue Wren Shallows series this month. But before I do…I want to honour those who’ve taken the time to message me their reader feedback.

You really know how to bless an author in the early days of her writing career. I could not have wished or dared for more. But that’s exactly what you returned to me! Much more than my giddy heart could have imagined.

You might recognise the part you played in my delight in the following photos. Bless you for sending them to me and posting them on social media. If only every author had such faithful readers. You guys are the best.

Now, take your bow!

(And if I’ve missed your pic… message me and it will be my pleasure to add it ASAP)

***** For my Australian AND international readers… To celebrate the second print run of Carry Me Home, I’m offering all new mailing lists subscribers the chance to win one of two autographed copies. No matter where you live, this contest is open to you. Just sign up for the Ink Dots Newsletter in the month of February (scroll to the bottom of this page) and you could be that winner. Good luck!

 

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Delivery ~ Carry Me Home

 

There’s IMG_4073much I can say about the book publishing process, which added grey hairs to my head and wrinkles around my weary eyes.

But I forgot most of it the day I ripped open this package to reveal the first ever print copy of Carry Me Home.

Fast-tracked via Amazon, it arrived one sunny November morning, like any other delivery which barrels into the driveway on the back of some regular looking truck.

Only, this truck had been listened for all morning.

 

I’d pottered around the front garden, half interested in the new summer roses, but really, head tilted to every noise and rumble from the other side of the hedge.

The cardboard packaging fell apart easy enough under the pull of my knife, and there it was. Velvety cover, cream pages, everything I’d imagined for years. Beside the lemon bowl on my kitchen bench.

In. My. House.

A proof copy for me to examine from every angle, before I pressed the publish for all the world to read button.

But first, I had to hold it. And smell it. And rub the soft cover against my cheek. And when my breathing allowed… hold the book at arm’s length to make sure it was real. And squeal a little.

Giddy, giddy gooseflesh, all my prayers had been answered…and my book had come home.

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