Running away from it all

A friend of mine said recently – “It’s not too bad a time for writers – they can disappear into their own heads”. That’s true up to a point. I’m re-writing and tidying Jigsaw Island on the advice of my editor and, while I’m doing it, spending a lot of time in Greece. More specifically, the islands. Thought you might like to see a couple of places I’ve been…

Left: Leros    Right: Karpathos


And below is where I live – not too dusty, eh?

Meanwhile, this is what I’m looking at most of the time, right now…


As everyone is saying, strange times indeed. I am blessed living where I live, grateful to the so many thousands of people keeping our lives going – doctors, nurses, care givers, food suppliers and deliverers, bin men, bus drivers, volunteers, post persons – the list goes on and on, every one of them a brave and generous spirit. We must never forget what they have done for us. And we must fight, if necessary, to save our extraordinary British gem, the NHS, from privatisation and Americanisation. Whoops – veered of post a bit. But you won’t mind?

Stay safe, all of you.





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Beside the seaside…

Doing my own final edit of Jigsaw Island before passing it on to the professionals, I am lost in my mind’s eye with memories such as this – Leros, September 2018…

Whereas, from our garden today, this is the view… (btw – if at first it appears sideways, it plays the right way up)

Lyme Bay rollers pounding the SW railway. Frankly, majestic as it appears, I’d rather be indoors at the Apple Mac.

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Berlin – a city with a conscience

From Winston Churchill’s speech


September 19, 1946. University of Zurich

Our constant aim must be to build and fortify the United Nations Organisation. Under and within that world concept we must re-create the European family in a regional structure called, it may be, the United States of Europe, and the first practical step will be to form a Council of Europe. If at first all the States of Europe are not willing or able to join a union we must nevertheless proceed to assemble and combine those who will and who can. The salvation of the common people of every race and every land from war and servitude must be established on solid foundations, and must be created by the readiness of all men and women to die rather than to submit to tyranny. In this urgent work France and Germany must take the lead together. Great Britain, the British Commonwealth of Nations, mighty America — and, I trust, Soviet Russia, for then indeed all would be well — must be the friends and sponsors of the new Europe and must champion its right to live. Therefore I say to you “Let Europe arise!”








I was in Berlin last weekend, staying with two new friends who live there. She is German/American and he is British. I asked how they were dealing with the possible consequences of Brexit. The younger couldn’t actually believe it would cause that much of a problem, the older was much more pragmatic. Both were born post the fall of the Berlin Wall whereas I remember the wall going up and coming down. I am concerned for them lest Britain’s hostile stance provokes a reaction that affects their relationship by making living together difficult. That would be a pointless tragedy brought about by ignorance, prejudice and posturing – in fact the antithesis of everything Berlin, as a city, stands for.

The photographs above are of the Jewish Memorial and two columns of the Neues Museum – the bullet holes from the Allied invasion of Berlin at the close of WWII still visible – and between them, the Fernsehturm, the Television Tower, opened in 1969. If anything was iconic for me about Berlin, it was these two sights.

The first, a series of concrete blocks set in ground that slopes down towards the centre until the height above you becomes oppressive, symbolises the seemingly immovable horrors of the Holocaust. It had a profound, emotional effect on me.

The second brings history into sharp contrast. It is fitting that these columns have not been repaired as the reminder of conflict, not so very long ago, is a warning to us all. And yet, visible between them is an example of progress in technology and communication. Whether we use them for good or bad is our choice.

I did, of course, do the usual tourist trek around Checkpoint Charlie, the Berlin Wall Art, Brandenburg Gate and Alexanderplatz. Also, never forgetting my theatre roots, I went to a performance of The Ugly Duckling, not the Hans Christian Anderson children’s tale, but a very clever and riveting production about drag artists at the Deutsches Theater (English with German subtitles and vice versa – hats off to the superb actors – and to the dialogue operator).

I was aware, though, the whole time I was there, that Berlin is very much in touch with its recent past. The modern Jewish Museum concentrates on Jewish history from 1930, the rise of Fascism and its catastrophic effect on Jewish people. It is guarded 24/7 by armed police, a sad recognition that the Right is on the rise again. There is also a Remembrance Garden, opened in 2012, of the Sinti and Roma victims, who met similar fates to their Jewish fellow countrymen. Guilt is a recognition that the city finds hard to shake.

And now, unashamedly, comes my political statement. The greatest peace project we have in modern times is the European Union. Forget squabbles about trade and funding (even though Britain had a better deal than any other member) and remember that we have been at peace for over seventy years. Yes, there are problems, I recognise them. Greece has borne harsh austerity and unemployment which continues today, but this is a complex story and financiers are at fault as much as Europe. Much of my heart lies with Greece, but my hope lies with the EU.

As a writer, I am featuring the plight of refugees passing through the Greek islands and the aid workers and volunteers who help them in my next book, Jigsaw Island. I have met people who have been through unspeakable experiences to escape war, talked to those who work with them and for them. I feel anger and shame that innocent people are in such desperate situations and we do so little for them. It is the disconnection of politicians who, as you read this, are committing crimes against humanity; the greater the crime, the more likely they are to get away with it. And the biggest culprits head up the largest states. And we know who those are.

Let us never forget what lies, misinformation and demonisation of a people can do. The scars are still there to see. Berlin, thank you for your conscience.

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I’ve got the doodle bug…

Well, TERRIBLE WITH RAISINS is re-edited, re-released and the copies are ready to wing out to new supporters of JIGSAW ISLAND – and, not that I have little else to do, I decided to respond to everyone who commented on the cover of TWR. UNBOUND will be designing a new one  when the eBook is released alongside the paperback and eBook of JIGSAW ISLAND – but until then… wodjer fink?


OK, OK – stick to the day job, Lynne…



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Getting literate…

Persuade a friend to pledge on UNBOUND.COM for a copy of JIGSAW ISLAND at Paperback or Super Patron Paperback (EARLY BIRD) levels and receive a free paperback of the prequel, TERRIBLE WITH RAISINS (TWR), yourself. Pledges at READ WITH A FRIEND level or higher and the friend receives a free paperback of TWR, too – (Believe the tags – all areas significant). Notify me of friend pledges at this website – once their names pop up, TWR is on its way.No alt text provided for this image

Jigsaw Island

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Good Evening – Kalispera –

In anticipation of the publication of JIGSAW ISLAND, its prequel, TERRIBLE WITH RAISINS has been re-edited and re-released with updated publicity on Amazon – HERE.

JIGSAW ISLAND is written as a standalone novel, but if you want to get to know some of the characters in advance, this is how you can. Although the original TWR was published in 2013, the most recent five star review was posted only last month:

Nina Geraghty
5.0 out of 5 stars  A Greek tale…
4 July 2019
A love of Greece and strong observations bring the story to life, you get gripped and feel you know the characters. Once into this book I was gripped and didn’t want it to end. If you want to escape to Symi, with a dose of Scotland and the cheekiness of two West Highland Terriers then this is the book for you.

The eBook of TERRIBLE WITH RAISINS is currently unavailable as Amazon’s publication agreement kdp is somewhat restrictive, but it will be re-issued by Unbound with a new cover when JIGSAW ISLAND is published.

You can reserve an advance copy of JIGSAW ISLAND  on Unbound  – now 38% funded.

So, if you fancy hanging onto summer on the glorious Greek Islands, give TERRIBLE WITH RAISINS a whirl…

Thank you – Efharisto – Lynne

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From Leros Solidarity Network, 20 August 2019

Poem translated from Google – bear with it – the essence shines though…

They collected, I read, from the sea of Italy.
They used to wear them, men, women, children.
Desperate people, wearing their old shoes, flip flops, slippers were trying to save.
People lost shoes left at the bottom of the sea empty, sad, without life.
So many shoes, so many lost human lives.
It is certain that also in the Aegean, the shoes of the drowned were left alone, there at the bottom of the sea, wedding, with a particular lament for the tragic losses.
Seeing this image, you think of those who are saved, having lost their own, living like living dead, shadows of people, broken.
To them, as in all the weak, the government decided to take care. And inhumanity is now getting new dimensions.

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