Susan Jones – Writer

My Writing Blog

Susan Jones writes romantic drama with a touch of humour, and historical sagas as Lydia King. She lives in North Warwickshire, and loves walking through the beautiful woodlands where she lives, and gardening and reading are her pastimes.

Category: Poetry.

  • Hello blog followers, new ones and lovely old ones. How exciting, the latest writing magazine landed on the mat today. It’s a job to know which bit to read first as it’s all good. I have to confess my favorite regulars are Lynne and Lorraine.  Now I have a feeling Lynne is psychic; this is…

  • Maybe you celebrate Burn’s night, or not, but here’s a typical menu that might be on offer. STARTER Cock-a leekie soup Or Fruit Juice MAIN COURSE Haggis with neeps and tatties Or        Faggots mash and peas DESSERT Cranachan         Or Strawberry Shortbread Do you think Scotland would be better off being independent or not? I hope…

  • The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,500 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 58 trips to carry that many people. Click here to see the…

  • Birds are tweeting, grass is being cut, sun’s shining and it’s great to be in England. It’s all happening in the garden now. Let’s start at the front… Alan dug up an overgrown, ugly old bush earlier on in the year. In it’s place, there are grass seeds coming up, looking lush. Beware of boxes…

  • I won a book from Diane Denton A House near Luccoli.  I couldn’t have imagined how romantic and poetic the story would be. I know Diane is a brilliant artist and poet, because I follow her blog and website. So reading the story, you feel as if you’re there, in 17th Century Genoa. It’s a…

  • The Glory of the Garden Our England is a garden that is full of stately views, Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues, With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by; But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye. Rudyard Kipling. To read the rest of the…