Tuesday, April 1, 2025

April Newsletter

This is present me wishing past me had realised making a new year resolution about posting my newsletter on the 1st of each month was going to trip me up come April. Maybe it’ll be so run of the mill that no-one will mistake it for an April Fool’s joke?

Publication and Writing News 

 No recent publications, but I am currently back working on my summer serial. I just submitted part two so fingers crossed I’ll be starting on part three later this month. Luckily, it’s so bright this spring, which really helps with replicating the summery mood in the serial. There’ll be goat rides, brine therapy and a ghostly bride.

I also submitted the proposal for my longer post-World War II piece set on the Norfolk Broads, so fingers crossed!

Due to health issues the serial has been my main focus so I hit my deadlines. With the longer days and warmer evenings, I’m hoping I’ll get more time to work on side projects – and cooking! I’d love to do a few blog posts about the local dishes I’ve featured in my stories.

Preview

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Willow Blyth was the most beautiful girl in the village. She wandered the woodlands for herbs to make remedies for whatever ailed a man, not any of this witchcraft nonsense.

I could not stop thinking about Willow. Her very image was stitched upon my mind. I lay in bed, drowsily dipping in and out of sleep.

Willow had an easy smile, as if she had been born with her sunset red lips upturned. One of my sisters once told me Willow reminded her of our cat Dandy when she sat by the fire and eyed us the same way a heron waits for the shimmer of a fish.

Her hair was a mystery to me, as she always had it tucked underneath a bonnet. Once, I had caught the tantalising glimpse of a lock of hair, like a head of corn curling around her ear. I was often tempted to pluck at her ribbon ties, to see the whole wheat field tumble free.

I awoke mid-breath when I caught an odd smell in the air. It was not the last wisps of the blackberry syrup we had drunk with supper. This smell was a clean, sharp scent. The same as when I strode out across the fields after a heavy night of rain.

I looked out of the window. The sky was not dark or bright. It was every shade of green: the moss that crawled on the walls when the rain would not let up, or the grass that peeped through when winter ended.

The colours swirled and entwined. The mist seemed to crook a finger and beckon.

- The Green Mists, The Wherryman's Daughter Short Story Collection

Writing Tip

Now, this one is very important to writers, artists, any sort of creative… sacrificing to the Great Muse so we actually get our inspiration. According to folklore books, hundreds of years back the nearest book burner or commissioner who didn’t pay their invoice was chased through the marshland and left for the Muse to find. 

Nowadays, we have to provide a more human alternative.

So… what does the Muse prefer? It depends on the medium. For writers, it must be a first draft engrained with the author’s sweat, tears and endless papercuts along with chocolates and perhaps a bottle of blackberry syrup. (Seasonal gets bonus points, so get grabbing those Easter eggs!)

… but if there’s too many plot holes, then that tastes very bitter. If the Muse is enraged, one blow of their lips and the words will fly from the pages to vanish into the night. Therein lies the origin of writer’s block.

April Fools 😉


About the Author


Kitty-Lydia Dye wanders the beaches for inspiration with her dog Bramble. Her historical fiction has been influenced by the local myths roaming the haunting landscape of the Norfolk marshes. Many of her short stories have appeared in The People's Friend magazine. She has also released a collection inspired by Gaston Leroux's The Phantom of the Opera. She enjoys knitting dog jumpers, gazing at the waves at night, exploring church ruins as well as taking part in amateur dramatics (and played the part of an evil flying monkey!)

Saturday, March 1, 2025

March Newsletter

I’ve made it to another 1st of the month blog post, even though this really hasn’t been my year. I’m not going to get into details. Instead, let's focus on happier things. I’m sharing some scenes from my dusty shelved stories that will hopefully see the light of day in the future😊

Publication and Writing News 

For writing news, the final six parts from my longer series was accepted. I’ve finally said farewell to a group of characters I’ve been writing about for almost eight months – I’m feeling bereft now! I can’t wait to show off when it starts appearing in weekly instalments. 

I’m now fully enmeshed in my new project and have started the first uncertain footsteps of submitting a proposal, so fingers crossed. All I can say is that my main inspiration came from Roy’s department store and Brundall during the war years.

Previews

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Lizzie nearly flung herself away when the woman gripped her shoulders. The witch’s nails were painted reds and greens from the spices she ground.

“Look into that fire, child,” she demanded. “Watch the way it dances and think on the hurtful things that were said to you.”

Lizzie’s frantic thoughts conjured slender figures, imps swirling around each other in mockery of how she dreamed of dancing with Tom Green. Her vision darkened at the corners until that rosy centre was all she knew.

The witch put her thumb to the girl’s forehead. She flicked it as if casting something on the fire. For a moment, the flames seemed to surge and snap louder.

“There. I’ve thrown them away.” Now, she crouched, turning Lizzie's head so it was her dark eyes she focused on, a tiny reflection of the flames fluttering within. “Replace those foul words. If you weren’t you, if you be a stranger, what would you say to this little girl sitting in my chair?”

What Lizzie wanted to say came as if dredged from elsewhere. They were her mother’s words, near forgotten after so long.

“My kindness is my bounty. My body is my strength. I am beautiful.”

The woman pulled away. Lizzie blinked; trance broken. Colour leeched back into the cottage and the fire became just a thing in the background, no bigger than her cat.

- Secrets in the Tudor Court 

Widow Knocke stood on the edge of the pier with only a tattered shawl and a lantern as her companions. Sea spray slithered undisturbed on her flushed face as the moon held her gaze.

The pure light focused her mind. She was listening.

As the storm roared and gulls shrieked, Widow Knocke caught the tip and thrust of bells. Not the ones safely tucked away in the church on the clifftop behind her, but ones that had been lost so many years before, alongside its village and people.

Whenever the waves were harsh and violent, they rocked the drowned bells. Their song no longer the joyful announcement of christenings or weddings, instead a warning. A promise of misery if a ship was out at sea.

- The Drowned Bells

Writing Tip

Just a quick writing tip this time. This is something I used to struggle with: character names. Whenever I need to come up with a new name, I turn to my bookshelf and combine authors. Philippa Gregory and Charlaine Harris become Pippa Harris. Diana Gabaldon + Angela Carter = Diana A. Carter.

As I’m the type to umm and ahh over whether a name sounds good, it helped me be a bit more decisive.

See you all next month!

About the Author

Kitty-Lydia Dye wanders the beaches for inspiration with her dog Bramble. Her historical fiction has been influenced by the local myths roaming the haunting landscape of the Norfolk marshes. Many of her short stories have appeared in The People's Friend magazine. She has also released a collection inspired by Gaston Leroux's The Phantom of the Opera. She enjoys knitting dog jumpers, gazing at the waves at night, exploring church ruins as well as taking part in amateur dramatics (and played the part of an evil flying monkey!)


Saturday, February 1, 2025

February Newsletter

My New Year resolution was to be consistent with my social media, including posting my monthly newsletter on the 1st of every month. Unfortunately, the whole house came down ill by morning, so I've been writing this underneath a mountain of tissues!

I still managed to keep my promise, so I guess this is a lesson to keep charging on no matter the roadblocks 😊

The end of January is marked down in writers' diaries, as they get to see their Public Lending Rights statements. This is when authors find out how many times their books have been borrowed from UK and Irish libraries. 

My People’s Friend pocket novels, Lord Winterton’s Secret and The Rogue Redcoat, which were republished in large print under the Linford Romance line, are available to borrow and I was so excited to see this:

Friday, January 10, 2025

The People's Friend - Ploughing On

 


Gorgeous illustration by Ged Fay for my Plough Monday inspired rural coming of age/romance mystery story. It's still available in the weekly The People's Friend magazine!

Tuesday, January 7, 2025

Writer of the Week - The People's Friend

 



I'm writer of the week! There's a short interview on The People's Friend website discussing one of my short stories which will be in the magazine this week 🙂

Welcome, Kitty! Your story, “Ploughing On” appears in our January 11 issue. Can you tell us about the traditions behind the story?

“Ploughing On” was inspired by the rural celebration of Plough Sunday and Monday, which is believed to have started in the 1400s. Once the twelve days of Christmas were over, on the 6th of January, it was time to get back to work.

To draw out the festivities, labourers would drag their plough through the village and knock on doors for alms (those unwilling to donate would often find their front garden ploughed!). There’d be Morris dancers and a nonsense play about mismatched couples and resurrection. The festivities ended at the local church, where the plough was blessed in the hopes of a plentiful harvest.

Read more at....

Writer of the Week: Kitty-Lydia Dye

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

Happy New Year! Writing News

It’s a brand new year full of possibilities! I hope everyone had a great night celebrating.

As always, November and December are busy times for me personally as I took part in an annual pantomime. This was my fourth show and we did a parody of Treasure Island. I was so excited to be able to play Jim Hawkins, although this version of him was a little more cowardly. I’m amazed I still haven’t got around to writing a pantomime themed short story.

Here’s a lookback on my writing news since the last time I posted on the blog.

Publication News

There were a few short story releases in The People’s Friend Special.



In Too Deep (The People's Friend Special No. 267) is a smuggling family drama inspired by the sea shanty Blow the Man Down.



Silent Night (The People's Friend Special No. 269) is a Christmas tale about a village coming together to celebrate even though Puritans have banned merry making. 



Caught Red-Handed (and that’s literal for this story!) (The People's Friend Special No. 270) is a New Year’s Eve mystery with a stolen necklace, blackmail and Victorian calling cards. All are available via the Readly App.

Writing Tip

Of course, all anyone is going to talk about is New Year Resolutions. The most fun ones are trying something new. So, in the context of writing and reading, why not try a genre you’ve never been interested in before? Even if you don’t enjoy the experience, it might help fire up some fresh ideas or pick up a writing technique that’s used more often in another genre.

I’ve got plenty of resolutions for this year. My main one is being more consistent on social media and sharing more previews of my work. Posts on this blog can be pretty sporadic, with random days chosen for writing up the newsletter, so I’m going to try and schedule them to go up on the 1st of each month.

Will I keep to it? Fingers crossed!

Tuesday, October 8, 2024

September/October Round Up

So, I’ve been even quieter than usual on my social media. It’s good news! 😊 I’ve been commissioned for two series/serials, the first set in 1850s Norwich and the other in 1890s Southwold, which I cannot divulge until next year. 

The first project is something I never thought I would get the chance to do. I’m so excited to have this opportunity.

For my other stories, I’m still waiting to hear back on The Sweetest of Dreams, but another short story, The Vanishing Plough, was recently accepted. It was inspired by a rural tradition where a plough is blessed after the new year. The day is called Plough Monday with Morris dancers, a special pudding and a nonsense play. My story is a coming-of-age tale told from a male perspective.