Saturday, November 16, 2019

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Redemption by Alice May - Book Tour



The House That Sat Down Trilogy: Omnibus Edition


Inspired by a true story, The House That Sat Down Trilogy is a tale of triumph over tragedy. It is an astonishing account of sudden, first-world homelessness in the heart of the New Forest, and the unexpected consequences. Written entirely from a mother’s point of view, following the collapse of her family's home, it is an uplifting and positive read in spite of the subject matter, with a thread of wry humour throughout. Follow this ordinary woman on an extraordinary journey of survival and self discovery as she reels from disaster, before picking herself up and coming back stronger and wiser than before.
Packed with humorous observations about what it is like to live in a tent in your garden with your husband and four children after a significant part of your house falls down out of the blue one day, this story takes you from the depths of despair right through to the satisfying heights of success against the odds, with lots of tea and cakes on the way.

Follow this crazy family as they cope with disaster in their own truly unique and rather mad way, and celebrate each small triumph along the way with them.


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Redemption – Moving on from the House that Sat Down.

Book 3 in The House That Sat Down Trilogy
Let us return to our favourite cottage in the country once again.
In this final instalment from the house that sat down, the family’s incredible journey is drawing to a close, leaving an unexpected bonus in its wake.
The cottage has been rebuilt and the family are moving on, but this tale has an astonishing legacy in store for our heroine, if she can find the courage to reach for it.

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Excerpt
Hello and welcome to some words from The House That Sat Down.

The following extract is taken from Redemption, the third book in The House That Sat Down Trilogy.
I’ve chosen this particular passage because it covers the two boys’ (Quiet and Small) initial reactions to the fact that their mother, an artist, has stopped painting in favour of writing. It is an unusual departure for her and does cause them some confusion.
I am constantly amused by the fact that in many cases our children often don’t see us as anything other than their ‘mother’. Granted, this is an important role, but the fact that we might want to do something else as well, can cause some consternation. At this point in the trilogy, the mother in my tale is undergoing a massive shift in focus, away from art towards writing. This is a transition that I have made myself, and I wanted to work with that idea.
So, here it is…

‘Returning to the past…
“What on earth is she doing?” The not very hushed whisper hissed from the doorway behind me.
There was a pause and then a shuffling sound.
“Uuuum!” Came a second, deeper, hushed voice, “Well…. it looks like she’s typing!”
“What, you mean like on a computer?”
More shuffling.
“Yup!”
“Why?”
“Well how should I know?” The deeper voice came out more impatiently this time.
“I didn’t know she could do that.” The first voice expressed a degree of muted outrage!
Part of my mind registered the hushed conversation taking place behind me and found it quite amusing how surprised Small was that I might have skills of which he was previously unaware. Admittedly I wasn’t the most technologically minded of parents, but, what on earth did he think I did all day at work? Use chalk and a slate to send messages? I might not know much about social media or be able to send text messages from my phone using both thumbs at the speed of light like teenagers could, but my typing skills were something I was quite proud of.
Anyway, back to the unsubtle discussion going on behind me. I was so focused on my ‘scandalous’ typing, that I was only vaguely listening to them.
“What should we do?” asked Small.
There was another pause before Quiet answered him.
“I think we should make a sandwich.”
“Good idea!” There was a pause before Small continued, sounding a bit concerned, “But we don’t know what she wants in it!”
“Not for her, you dummy! For us! I’m starving!”
“Oh! OK! That’s a really good idea!” Small agreed before adding, “Hey! Don’t call me dummy!”
The noise of scuffling ensued as the boys abandoned me for the delights of raiding the fridge. I could hear them shoving each other playfully into furniture as they raced to reach the kitchen first. Having recently restocked, I knew there was plenty in the fridge and, as such, there was no danger of them starving, so I tuned them out and focused fully on what I was doing.
My Barbarian boys’ observational skills were absolutely spot on! I was typing. Now normally, as you know, I’d be painting but I was not painting today, hence the boys’ astonishment.  When I had got home from my shift at work - having done the school pick-up en route - I had felt totally dispirited. I stood in my unnaturally tidy art studio and looked around.
It had been nearly ten days since the big studio de-clutter. Ten days in which I had barely been able to bring myself to enter the room. It was too organised. I daren’t get anything out. If I started to work on a new piece I knew the whole room would be trashed in no time, so my instinctive impulse to create was crushed by my knowledge that the need to find a buyer for the house was far more important and, therefore, for the first time in ages I felt no craving to paint which worried me because even though there was no spark to paint crackling in my fingers, my head felt absolutely full to the point of bursting. Confusingly though, it was not full of the usual things like images, shapes and colours anymore; this time my head felt as if it was full of something else entirely, something that had never particularly interested me before.
Words.
Lots of words.
Words and phrases had been building up in my mind over the last few days, since my return from Devon. Clauses kept creeping up on me when I should have been thinking about other things (like my soon-to-be-gone job). Grammatical constructions were starting to spill over themselves in my brain in waves, constantly multiplying, then lurking and waiting to pounce on me at unsuspecting moments, until my skull felt like it was on the point of exploding with expressions that wanted to escape.
I didn’t understand it, but there was only one thing I could think of to do with them all. I was going to have to write them all down in the hope that they would then leave me in peace.’

I hope you enjoyed that
Love Alice



About the Author
I am a multi-tasking parent to four not-so-small children, and I am fortunate enough to be married to (probably) the most patient man on the planet.  We live in, what used to be, a ramshackle old cottage in the country. Our house began to fall down out of the blue one day, which resulted in the whole family living in a tent in the back garden for quite some time, while we worked out how to rebuild our home.
A few years afterwards, I decided to write a book and, once I started, I found I couldn’t stop.
Inspired by true-life events ‘Accidental Damage – tales from the house that sat down’ wouldn’t leave me alone until it was written.
Within six months of self-publishing my novel, I was delighted to learn that it had won two ‘Chill with a Book Awards’. This was a massive honour and motivated me to continue writing. Accidental Damage became the first book in a trilogy.
The Omnibus edition of all three books in the House That Sat Down Trilogy is now available via Amazon in both paperback and kindle format.

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