How can this possibly be, that it’s already the New Year. I’ve been busy with writing and writing-related events since my last book, Courage for the Cabinet Girl, was published at the end of September: a talk in Ringmer village hall where as many as 50 people came; a double-page spread in December’s Writing Magazine: Shelf Life, about 5 different books that had a bearing on my writing life so far, kicking off with an Enid Blyton, because that’s how my imagination was ignited, and a live radio interview by the delightful Kathy Harding on Seahaven FM in Seaford.
The radio interview was interspersed with six songs I chose that have been important to me. Ever since my teens when I first heard the programme Desert Island Discs I’ve secretly yearned to be a guest on the show, but even more secretly knowing I would never be famous enough. But this was even better, I told Kathy, because she played the songs all the way through. You don’t get that on Desert Island Discs as Cher found out when she was a recent guest and chose for her first piece the very same song I had chosen as my first: Procol Harum’s A Whiter Shade of Pale. Kathy and I had so much fun that hour, hooting with laughter as I relived chunks of what people tell me has been an adventurous life.
One evening in Lewes, I bumped into an unknown (to me) woman who told me she was in a book club and coincidentally, they’d picked Courage for the Cabinet Girl as their next book to read before the meeting in November. I felt really honoured, especially when she asked if I would come along and talk to them. They meet in the cinema complex called the Depot, so on the appointed day, I and half a dozen women sat round a table discussing the characters and their motives, the author’s intentions – all kinds of angles. They’d obviously ingested the story and moreover could recall it – mostly agreeing, but sometimes amusingly arguing about things I would never have thought of. It was such an interesting experience and a real treat to meet a handful of my readers.
The icing on the cake was when one of the book club ladies happened to mention that Vera Lynn’s daughter had handed into the local hospice shop some more items of clothing, accessories and photographs. Next morning at 9am sharp, I was looking in the window and spotted one of her coats, a soft mohair in dusky pink and slate blue in an indistinct, large check pattern. I was sure it would fit me and so it did! Every time I wear it someone stops me and admires it. When I tell them it once belonged to that wonderful singer, they are flabbergasted.
But these last weeks haven’t all been book related and happy. I had to have my dear little cat, 14-year-old Bella, put to sleep. I’d only had her for fifteen months. She had cancer of the tongue. She’d already had one eye removed and the tips of both ears lopped off before she came to me – all because of tumours. I miss her every single day. She had the loudest purr I’ve ever heard and was so loving and communicative. It’s made a huge hole without her, so I’m determined to have another furry friend who at this very minute might be waiting anxiously to be rescued. I’m hoping this will be as early as possible in the New Year.
By the end of 2024, I had had six lots of company between August and then. But all of them turned out well and we’ve had a lot of fun. And in early December, I glammed up for a Christmas party in London given by my publishers, Avon HarperCollins. It’s always lovely to touch base with such a friendly and professional team who turn my stories into beautiful books, not to mention catching up with the other authors.
And finally, I wish you, dear Reader, and all your family, a very Happy New Year.
Back with you very soon!
Molly Green
Well, summer has endeavoured to arrive on a number of occasions but just as suddenly disappeared into pouring rain, but this week looks much warmer and drier. My rain garden is quite happy though and the flowers and grasses have shot up. The exciting thing for me in the garden is the flowering of my three newly planted magnolia trees. They’re the ones I remember when I lived in Georgia, USA some decades ago. When the flowers are fully out, they look like gorgeous creamy-white satin bows.
It seems impossible that Christmas is almost upon us. Every year I say this, but this year, really, how on earth did a whole year slip away while I wasn’t looking. Next year I’m determined to hang on to it.
Another experience was piloting a Spitfire! Yes, you read it here! All right, it was a simulator but it felt absolutely real to me. I’m not keen on flying generally but felt I had to appreciate how it felt to be in control for the sake of my heroine in A Sister’s Courage where Raine joined the Air Transport Auxiliary and flew many different planes in wartime. It was a fabulous experience. The Spitfire was so sensitive to every movement and seemed to work out what I wanted it to do before I knew myself! The instructor assured me every detail was exactly the same, even to the smell of the cockpit.
And my job is made even more fun nowadays as my fantastically-creative builders have now finished my new office in the garden – a First Class carriage with a real 30’s train door! I can’t wait to get in there each morning and start writing! This time I’m revealing a young woman’s life as a secretary in Churchill’s Cabinet War Rooms during the Second World War. I visited them decades ago but am due to go again shortly to refresh myself as to the layout and the many different departments. Conditions were terrible to work in but it’s incredibly fascinating and I urge you to make a resolution to go this coming year.
Where has January disappeared to? One minute it was New Year’s Eve and suddenly we’re almost in February. I’ve been working non-stop – well, I’ve broken off to make teas and coffees for the builders who are yet to finish the complete refurbishment of my house and seen my sister for strolls round the delightful historic town of Lewes – but mainly I’ve been chuntering along with the third book in my series: The Bletchley Park Girls. This new one is as yet untitled, although I’m hoping the Avon HarperCollins’ team will think the one I have in mind is as perfect as I do!
What a month! The builders are still finishing the renovations to my house, I’m pressing on with Book 3 of The Bletchley Park Girls and have recently returned from a fortnight’s holiday abroad – the first in three years.
