Monthly Archives: April 2025

The Measly Jar of Motivation – The Journey

She had been walking forever or at least that was how it felt. The sun shone down on her path as she walked trail after trail. Each crossroads she came to had a signpost pointing four different ways. The only problem was that all signs led to the same destination. The only difference was the difficulty of the route. How was she meant to choose?

Her stomach grumbled with hunger. She had long since forgotten the taste of a favourite meal.

Putting one foot in front of the other, she kept moving forwards, letting life’s shadows fall behind her. Some of the paths she chose proved to be easier than others. Did some part of her subconscious deliberately self-sabotage and choose the more difficult ones as punishment for a crime that wasn’t hers? She always had been too hard on herself.

A long straight uphill path stretched before her. One more climb. Did she have it in her to reach the unseen summit?

Cresting the hill, she finally saw it. A small cottage with a breathtaking view over the water, surrounded by a white picket fence Cheesy but true.

Opening the gate, she trudged wearily up the path towards the peacock blue painted door.  Suddenly she became aware that there was a key in her jeans pocket. Had it been there before? There was a painted sign to the left of the front door revealing the name of the cottage- There. It made her smile.

Finally, she had made it.

Fortune Telling

Recently I have been taking part in one of Beth Kempton’s #tinypoem challenges. I love these as they keep the creative juices flowing. You get a one-word prompt for the day and 10 minutes with no editing to come up with a poem. Simple, right?

A recent word prompt stirred nostalgic childhood memories. The word was FOLDED.

Immediately a picture formed in my mind’s eye.

Who else remembers making “fortune tellers” from a folded square of paper when they were a child?

Who can still remember how to make one?

Back then we didn’t need tarot cards or astrology charts to predict our future. All we needed was a piece of paper and our imagination.

Those were the days….

Folded

A square of paper

Folded on the diagonal twice

Opened out

Corners folded into the centre

1, 2, 3 and 4

Flip it over and repeat.

How many of these have I made?

What fortunes did they foretell?

Ten years ago today……

Ten years… a whole decade… since my first book baby, Stronger Within was published for Kindle. (The paperback edition followed a few weeks later)

It feels truly surreal that ten years have passed since that day.

I chose the date carefully. (I’m a bit weird about dates) The 15th April would have been my Wee Gran’s birthday. It was also the date that The Big Green Gummi Bear proposed to me. It was a date that felt as if it augured well.

In all honesty, I was absolutely petrified about self-publishing my first-born book baby. Was I about to make myself a laughingstock? What if no one bought it? What if everyone who did then hated it? What if they all thought it was rubbish? What if….

Looking back, it took me more personal courage than I knew I had to release that book, but I also knew that by taking the plunge that I was making my lifelong dream come true.

Ever since I had been a little girl, I’d dreamed of being an author one day and seeing my name on the cover of a book. I made that dream come true.

Stronger Within’s story began almost two years earlier on 8 May 2013 when I bought a notebook and pen on the way home from work then after dinner that evening, sat down on my front doorstep in the early evening sunshine and began to write. As I wrote page after page over the coming weeks and months, I had no idea that this story that I was writing was destined to become my first book.

One of my biggest fears, one that I have worked hard to conquer, is a crippling fear of letting people read what I write. It’s a terrible fear for an author to have! It was months before I told anyone about what I was attempting to do. Thanks to the belief that a few close friends had in me, I was persuaded to type the story up and share it with them. They loved it! Even the friend who on the face of things should have hated it, loved it. Their love and faith in my storytelling gave me the push I needed to venture into the world of self-publishing. It was a steep learning curve!

If you’d said to me on 15 April 2015 that ten years down the line, I’d have seven novels and a poetry anthology for sale worldwide via Amazon and that they’d all have multiple glowing reviews, I would never have believed you. I’d have thought you were insane to even think I could achieve that. Seven novels? Me? Never….

Yet here we are and that’s exactly what happened. My eighth novel is in the pipeline too. It still feels completely surreal…I am a published author who has sold books in several countries around the world!

Over the years people have asked me how I do it. I’ve been asked countless times about how I find the time to do it. I’ve been asked why I do it.

The how is that I sit down somewhere, whether that’s at my desk, or the picnic table or the doorstep with a notebook and a pen and I write the story one word after another.

The time I carve out to do something that I am passionate about. If you care enough about something you will always find time in your day to do it. Some days it’s a few hours and on others it’s a few minutes.

The why is a bit more complex to answer but the short version is that it gives me somewhere to escape to.

Writing to me is like oxygen. I can’t imagine a day without it in one form or other.

I’ve always said that if it ever begins to feel like work then that’s the day that I put the lid back on my pen, close over my notebook and put them down.

If you’ve spared some of your hard-earned pennies to purchase one of my books, I thank you.

If you’ve read it and then taken the time to leave me a review online, I thank you.

If you haven’t read any of them yet, then I’d encourage you to give one a try. You never know, you might enjoy it. Lots of other people have so far.

For me the end goal here isn’t to seek fame and fortune. (Ok a little bit of a fortune would be nice, I’ll not lie.) There are very few indie-authors who earn enough from their books to make a living. Without a word of a lie, at the time of writing this, my estimated royalties for the month are £1.56/$2.00 – not even enough to buy a cup of coffee. I write for the love of telling the story and if by telling that story I evoke an emotional reaction in my reader whether it be laughter or tears then my job is done.

They say everyone has a book in them so if you fancy finding the book in you, buy a notebook and a pen, find a sunny spot, sit down and begin to write. You never know where that dream will take you.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you to each and every one of you who has supported my creative journey over the last ten years, especially to my Infamous Five.  I couldn’t do it without your love and support and belief in me.

Love n hugs

Coral

PS If you’ve not checked out any of my book babies yet, here’s the links-

Silver Lake series

Amazon.com links –

Stronger Within – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00VXDSC1M  FREE TO DOWNLOAD TODAY

Impossible Depths – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01C0GS30K

Bonded Souls – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XSQHG71

Shattered Hearts – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07ZY8ZSDM

Long Shadows – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08RR1FGLG

Amazon.co.uk links  –

Stronger Within – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00VXDSC1M  FREE TO DOWNLOAD TODAY

Impossible Depths – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01C0GS30K

Bonded Souls – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XSQHG71

Shattered Hearts – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07ZY8ZSDM

Long Shadows – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08RR1FGLG

Riley

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B9SWP6K3

https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B0B9SWP6K3

Ellen

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FYHKR44

http s://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07FYHKR44

Beginnings – poetry anthology

Beginnings – a collection of poems – Kindle edition by McCallum, Coral. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

Beginnings – a collection of poems eBook : McCallum, Coral: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store

A Midnight Musical Moment (flash fiction)

It was late, almost midnight, and the house was quiet…too quiet. All around her the kitchen lay in chaos after the earlier visit from her kids and their partners. It had been wonderful to have everyone over for dinner, but it was nice to wave them off at the front door too and have the house to herself again.

“Alexa, play my soundtrack,” she instructed as she began to load the dishwasher.

The first song that the “sometimes-not-so-smart” speaker began to play stirred up emotional ghosts from the past.

“Skip,” she stated sharply as she added the cutlery to the basket in the dishwasher.

Soon the kitchen was filled with music. She sang quietly and tunelessly to herself while she worked, content to lose herself in the songs. Music had always been her safe place, her sanctuary, and her playlist held so many precious memories for her.

Still singing, she filled the sink with hot soapy water and began to wash the wine glasses, stacking them carefully on the draining rack. The speaker began to play a song she hadn’t heard for a long, long time. It always reminded her of him. It was the song that had been playing the only time that they had danced together, slightly drunkenly, at a mutual friend’s wedding. That dance was one of her most precious memories of him. They’d trodden on each other’s toes repeatedly as they’d slowly made their way round the dancefloor that night.

Behind her, something in the air stirred. A familiar scent wafted by. She felt hands at her waist, pulling her round and into the all too familiar embrace of her past. Allowing herself to be held, she the arms around her encouraging her to sway in time to the music. Swept up in the moment, she danced slowly round the kitchen, savouring the seconds right through to the dying notes of the song.

From his perch on the breakfast bar, her cat watched the scene, wondering who this man was that was dancing in the kitchen at midnight with his mistress.

(credits to the owner of the image The Heart Speaks via Facebook)