Wednesday, 28 April 2021

A Slice of Cake With... Juneha Chowdhury

This week I am delighted to have a slice of cake with Juneha Chowdhury.

Juneha is a former teacher and agented writer from East London. She won the Pen to Print Book Challenge in 2018 and is a regular contributor to the Pen to Print Magazine Write On! and Write On! Extra. She is in the process of revising her latest project, hoping to get it traditionally published.

What kind of books do you write?

My writing is raw and realistic and usually centred around a female underdog. The stories I write could be real and are often inspired by real stories. The writing itself I’d say pulls on your heartstrings in some places and has you chuckling in others. A lot like myself - I'd say my writing is best described as humour and heart in equal measure.  I think humour really connects with readers and is a great way of exploring challenging issues and storylines.

Can you describe your writing why?

Simple - I write because it gives me pleasure. There is nothing more satisfying than when a scene or a thought in my head translates and comes alive on the page and when I read it back and feel every word, I think, 'I wrote that!'

But this is obviously on a good writing day when my anxiety has taken a day off, and I'm not battling impostor syndrome or writer's block. On those days I'm completely free to delude myself! On a bad day though, the words are usually the same, but the punctuation and expression change to, 'I wrote that???' followed by a few expletives!

Share with us your favourite passage from the book you enjoyed writing the most

This paragraph is from the YA book I won the Book Challenge with. It's from a scene a lot of young British Asian Muslim girls can identify with - that dilemma of wanting to blend in and yet stand out. Being a part of a bigger crowd but yearning to have your own identity. And that stark difference between outward appearance and inner reality. 

‘What are you talking about passport to live? A scarf?’  she said.

I watched her stroking it, just as she had Mina’s flawless face so many times.

‘This?’

‘You and Dad gave her so much more freedom, Mum. She put her scarf on. You let her go. She ran free. You never doubted her. She was the model Muslim girl.’

‘How come you never thought to wear it then, Deepu?’

‘Because I wasn’t into playing games, Mum,’ I said, knowing that every minute of every day, since Mina had been gone, I had been doing nothing else.

Her eyes held my gaze for a second.

‘You wanted her to wear the scarf to blend in, but all Mina ever wanted to do was to stand out, Mum. And she did. Scarf or no scarf, Mina stood out, alright.’ 

She looked down at her lap, at the blown-up picture of the girl at the airport. 

‘No, that’s not my Mina.’ 

‘I know, Mum, it can’t be, we have to keep believing, have hope, that’s not our Mina.’

‘And what about this Deepu, what about this picture? Tell me that’s not my Mina, tell me…’

She threw the picture on the floor. Robocop’s latest discovery: a wild child picture of Mum’s perfect daughter. 

It was Mina. Not the Mina she boasted about: the body-hugging top, bottom-hugging trousers; layered and styled long tresses: all visible to the naked eye. She had seen it and judged it on other women’s daughters. Not her covered-up Mina.

But there she was, in black and white.

She could find no more excuses, other than complete denial – even though, the pictures she had in her hands were so obviously Mina – just not the Mina she was prepared to accept as her own.  

Tell us about your latest project

I'm still waiting to hear back from my agent on this project, so I can't really reveal too much about it. But I'll try and do it in a roundabout kind of way! 

It's about a woman's journey through adversity and how she finds herself after the relationship with her husband, which completely defined her, reaches a bitter end. Left with nothing, she has to put the trauma she has endured behind her to find her inner strength and come out fighting on the other side. But how?  That is the question.

That's probably as clear as I am allowed to be at this moment in time!

What is your favourite cake?

I love anything that is both sweet and tangy, so a slice of lemon drizzle cake or lemon curd tart, on its own or with a side serving of hot custard is right up my street.

You can connect with Juneha on Twitter: @junehachowdhury and junehachowdhury.com

Join me next week when I will be having a slice of cake with Amanda Fleet. 

If you would like to take part in A Slice of Cake With... please fill in the form found here. I'd be delighted to have you.

You can also support my writing endeavours and buy me tea & cake - it's what makes the world go round!


Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.

Wednesday, 21 April 2021

A Slice of Cake With... Derek McFadden

Today I'm delighted to have a slice of cake with author Derek McFadden.

Derek was born in 1982 with a mild form of cerebral palsy and has striven to write the kinds of stories readers want to read (get lost in), the kinds I want to tell. Often Derek's main characters will have the same palsy he does. This is because, as a kid, when he read stories he would always think, none of these people are anything like him.

What kind of books do you write?

My books tend to be somewhere between the novels of Mitch Albom and The Twilight Zone. I will also often use a disabled character as my protagonist and main character. This is because I’m disabled (cerebral palsy), and I am intimately familiar with that life experience. As most readers aren’t, many tell me they find the reading experience fascinating.

Can you describe your writing why?

Some writers admit to a writing compulsion. We have to do what we do. I definitely feel that compulsion at times. I am also quite cognizant that not all people who have what I have are as able to communicate as I am. Communication is a responsibility, and I take it very seriously.

Share with us your favourite passage from the book you enjoyed writing the most

“I love baseball,” says my mom. Who isn’t my mom yet. She is still only Chloe, the woman who introduced me to the walruses. 

She takes me out of school early today. When I ask why, all she will offer is: “It’s a surprise. If I told you too early, that’d spoil everything.”  She tells me what the surprise is just as the stadium comes into view. That’s when she says, “I love baseball.”

We buy hot dogs outside the stadium, massive sausages whose origins are questionable at best. Along with the dogs, we get a big bag of honey-roasted peanuts, two soft pretzels, a couple sodas. Concessionaires call out to us like carnival barkers, but by then our money is spent. Sharing the sidewalk with them is another barker; a small, curly haired man holding a bullhorn. He stands on the corner to be sure all who pass by will notice him. The preacher.

“If you do not accept Christ,” he screams, above the din of passing cars and general excitement, “there is only one place you can go! That place, ladies and gentlemen, is The Eternal Fires of Hell, where you will be set ablaze and destroyed! So make the right choice today! Christ died for your sins! Accept your Lord and Savior, and live for Him!”

His words bother me. Once we’ve left his corner far behind—following a congregation into Safeco Field—I ask Chloe, “Why is it so important to that man that I believe in God?”

She answers, “It’s important to him that you believe in his God.”

“Why?”

“Because, if he can make you or me believe, it will be easier for him to believe. It’ll reassure him.”

“What if I’m not sure what I believe?”

“Then the best thing you can do,” Chloe advises, “is not to pay any attention to him. If you make eye contact with him… they’re like leeches, so it’s a good thing you didn’t. They latch on, and they won’t let you go. They make you their mission. You become someone they can pull to safety, territory to be conquered.

“Terry, always remember this. You can believe anything you feel comfortable believing when it comes to God. Anything. No one should force you into any belief at all.”

“Is he always here, Chloe?”

“That man? Always. Every time I’ve been here, anyway.”


This scene comes from real-life experience. I can’t tell you how many times outside of baseball stadiums makeshift preachers told me if I accepted Jesus, I would be healed. I knew it was B.S. They probably did, too. But they were committed to their mission. I’ll give them that much.

Tell us about your latest project

While I’ve got many irons in the fire, as it were, the project I’m working hard to promote here is my novel, What Death Taught Terrence. Imagine It’s A Wonderful Life told from the perspective of a man who is truly handicapped. Looking back on his life from the beyond, he must determine its meaning. The stakes: If he cannot, he’ll be banned from the afterlife forever and will cease to exist, in any form.


The book has been out a year now. As it is independently published, I am not only its author. I am also publicist, marketer, and all-around shouter-from-the-rooftops. This book is my heart on the page. I understand each book a reader picks up represents an investment of both time and money from their end. As an author, all I can say is thank you for your trust in me, and I will not let you down. If you pick up What Death Taught Terrence, the experience will be unique, fun, and uplifting. It will also likely make you think a little as to your own life, and that’s not a bad thing!

What is your favourite cake?

Chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, no question! I still remember the one my grandfather baked for me on my eighteenth birthday as a birthday present to me because that’s what I asked him for. This scene, in fact, made it into my novel. 

You can connect with Derek over on his blog: derekmcfadden.com and all his books are available on Amazon: www.amazon.co.uk/Derek-McFadden/e/B00ANOTXX8

Join me next week when I will be having a slice of cake with Juneha Chowdhury. 

If you would like to take part in A Slice of Cake With... please fill in the form found here. I'd be delighted to have you.

You can also support my writing endeavours and buy me tea & cake - it's what makes the world go round!


Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.

Tuesday, 20 April 2021

Tuesday Poem - Seaside

Walking on the promenade
Strolling in the sun
Desperate for some rays
Shade to shade with everyone
Lounging on towels
Sand between your toes
Paddling in the sea
Sun cream on your nose
Every body's out
Everybody's here
Children screaming in the water
Grins from ear to ear
Stripping off, covering up
A multitude of sins
Long sleeves, no sleeves
Large nestles next to thin
Sharing chips with seagulls
Seaside donuts, a 99
Sticky, gritty, family play
It's one day in the sunshine


Poem taken from Little Book of Spring

Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.

Monday, 19 April 2021

No News...

That old adage 'no news is good news' is in full effect at the moment.

I'm quiet because I'm working away on getting The Silk Thief ready for publication date (4th June in case you've missed it) and trying to write regularly on The Bone Thief whilst audio recording The Interspecies Poker Tournament. Busy busy busy.

You can always hop on over to my group on Facebook where I upload semi-regular updates on what I've been up to.

If you've signed up to my newsletter then you'll get to read chapter 1 of The Silk Thief at the beginning of May - exciting!


Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.

Wednesday, 14 April 2021

A Slice of Cake With... C Billie Brunson

This week I am delighted to have a slice of cake with author C Billie Brunson.


Born in Chicago, IL, she lived for several years in Indiana and, later, Iowa before moving to Arizona and settling in Scottsdale. C Billie Brunson is the mother of two and loves all animals, especially cats.

What kind of books do you write?

I write stories that thrill, hold you in suspense and maybe spook you a little all while (hopefully) delivering a vital truth or life lesson.

Can you describe your writing why?

When a story concept comes to my mind, I usually let it simmer in my brain for a while to see if it will evaporate to nothing. If it doesn’t then I know I’d better get it down on paper. Otherwise, it’ll always be there. Somewhere in the back of my mind. Brooding. Scheming and chippin’ away at my sanity.


Share with us your favourite passage from the book you enjoyed writing the most

I had a blast writing the entire Six Strings manuscript. The event in Chapter 17, however, is what first comes to mind when I think of favourites. So, here is a snippet from that chapter:

“Five. Four. Three–”

“Hold on. I think this is one of those things I wouldn’t do,” Tyler said.

Heidi straightened until she sat on the backs of her legs and looked over at her brother. “I don’t remember asking what you thought. But, since you brought it up…. You got a plan B?”

“Well….”

“Nothing? Big surprise there. Now watch and learn while I go all Exterminator on these bugs,” She got back into the previous position and aimed. “Two. One!” 

A flame flashed on the tip of the lighter. At the same time, Heidi pressed the nozzle on the can. Ignited fluid shot out. 

One after the other, shrill, jarring notes sounded from the living room. The noise soon cut off as creepers of all kinds sizzled, cracked, and popped upon the floor like strange fireworks in a Fourth-of-July spoof. The bugs echoed the shrieks the Gibson had made as they scattered in every direction, most with flames clinging to their backs. 

Carried by myriads of teeny racing legs, fire spread unchecked. By the time Heidi deactivated the improvised blow torch, flames licked the wallpaper at the doorway to the foyer. The carpet at the threshold of the living room sent up smoky tendrils. A thickening, grey-black haze and remnants of insecticide fumes threatened the supply of breathable air. Affirming this, the smoke detector broke into a nagging chain of piercing bleats.

Fighting back a cough, Tyler shouted, “We have to get out of here!” 


Tell us about your latest project

Six Strings was released on February 9th of this year. The premise is as follows:

After the tragic death of his father Carl Percival VanNess inherits a guitar. He’s intent on learning to play and wants to use it as a roadway to fame and fortune…But this guitar is not as benign as it appears. In fact, the music produced when it is played incites anyone within earshot to murder whomever happens to be within reach.

I have a number of other projects in the works one that I am particularly enamoured with is entitled Subliminal. The premise Subliminal is:

Author Tyrone Mitchell makes a deal with an abominable creature, Hepsivah the Hexweaver, who he dreamed up for his Throne of Night and Storms series. Hepsivah does indeed deliver on her part of the deal. But at what cost for Tyrone? And at what cost for his fans?

Sound intriguing? Readers can enjoy chapters of Subliminal for FREE on my wattpad account. Just search the site for C_Bilie_Brunson.

What is your favourite cake?

Red Velvet. Hands down. I even wrote a poem about it a while back:

To Red Velvet Cake

I will never hesitate to stain my tongue
With your rich ruby genius
I greedily wrap my insides in your
Saccharine sanguineossity
My blood slurps down your thick tribute
to lust
intoxicating

When first I tasted you–
I just might die
if this is the last–
was the thought branded
into my secret parts

I want to find the one who invented you
kiss the ground she or he walked

What exactly should I name this spell you cast?
Sinful-dream-maple-burgundy-melt-my-middle
-chocolate-honey-hint?

Whatever it is
don’t you dare let it leave
me alone


You can connect with C Billie Brunson at the following places:

Twitter: www.twitter.com/CBillieBrunson
Instagram: www.instagram.com/c.billiebrunson
LinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/in/cbbrunson
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/cbilliebrunson
Wattpad: www.wattpad.com/C_Billie_Brunson
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC8QcSi-IrLhPl3KkipvlbiQ
Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B084M7PN9K/ B08W3RM7BB

Join me next week when I will be having a slice of cake with Derek McFadden. 

If you would like to take part in A Slice of Cake With... please fill in the form found here. I'd be delighted to have you.

You can also support my writing endeavours and buy me tea & cake - it's what makes the world go round!

Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.


Tuesday, 13 April 2021

Tuesday Poem - Filing

Piles of paper
Here and there
On the table
On the chair
Propping up the books
Stuffed in every nook
Some are old
Some are new
Grey ink, black
Occasional blue
Letters from school
Missives from work
A few old offers
Several missed perks
Now that it's piled up
Gained a personality
It's time to dive in
Clear up, finally
File it, bin it, shred it
Sort it all out fast
Then sit back with a sigh
It's gone at last

Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.

Monday, 12 April 2021

Guilty Of A Cold

The past week, I've had a humdinger of a cold. A real blinder. Knocked me off my feet and made me feel dreadful. Raging sore throat and muzzy headache, sore nose, runny nose, blocked nose, sore mouth, cracked lips, couldn't drink tea for a while and now I've got the thick phlegm and the cough so it's finally cruising through the final stages but... I've felt weird having it.

This is the first cold I've caught since lockdown and covid. The first bit of illness I've had in a year and a bit and that's why I think it's knocked me sideways so much. But it's also the first cold I've caught since lockdown and covid. And I feel guilty. 

I feel guilty for feeling so poorly and wanting to moan about it on social media when other people are suffering horrendously with corona and sometimes losing that battle. How can I even? I feel guilty for mentioning it to people I know who have had covid and are still coping with the various after-effects. I am lucky, I haven't had it. All I've got is a cold.

It got me thinking that I shouldn't mention it and I should carry on regardless. Just like we don't mention the shitty stuff that happens in life all the time on our social media because we're always trying to be awesome and amazing. I shouldn't mention it when others have it so much worse just like I shouldn't talk about having a job or somewhere to live when others have lost these things through the lockdown. And maybe I shouldn't talk about my kids when other people can't even have babies. Or my parents. Siblings. Mobile phone. Laptop etc etc. 

The thing of it is, if you're going to think yourself guilty, you will always be guilty of something. Always. Guilt is this made-up emotion that we humans torture ourselves with because we think we can't feel good (or bad) about something. 

You can. You can feel whatever you want about stuff. Even if that feeling is no real feeling at all. 

And I'm going to try and stop being guilty of having a cold and just own it. Although someone else can have the mucus if they like. 


Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.

Wednesday, 7 April 2021

A Slice of Cake With... Gina Dewink

Today I am delighted to have a slice of cake with author Gina Dewink. 

Born and raised in Minnesota’s heartland (unless you count a brief yet important stint in Wisconsin), Gina Dewink was raised with her five siblings to be readers, writers and admirers of film. At the time of her high school graduation speech, she had completed her first novel – a romantic comedy she still ponders editing and publishing someday. Tossing writing aside for a detour into communications in college, she graduated cum laude from Minnesota State University, Mankato.

Gina’s been working in nonprofit organizations since 2001 and her career often included aspects of writing. This experience led her into the field of communications management and copywriting – a field she continues in today. In 2006, Gina completed her third novel. Still unhappy with the end result, she set aside novel writing and began freelance writing in 2009. Gina has been published in over a dozen mediums and continues to freelance.

With the birth of her children in 2013 and 2015, the humorous tone in her writing blossomed into a pithy sarcasm that can be found in most of her work. Gina finds mirth and irony that she now has to schedule writing time while working part-time, freelancing and being a part-time-stay-at-home-mom. In 2016, Gina began and completed the first draft of her fourth novel. This time, she is satisfied with her work and published her debut novel, Time in My Pocket, in September 2017. 

What kind of books do you write?

Currently, I have two titles published. My first was a time travel mystery adventure in which a sarcastic mother of two wakes up in 1947 in someone else’s body. I love pondering how current life did not exist in the past and vice versa. In Time in My Pocket, the main character is always clutching for her cell phone and bemoaning the lack of Google until she can find a way to get back to present day.


My second book is nonfiction. As a freelance investigative writer and magazine Editor being my ‘day job,’ I was curious to collect interviews from individuals from all walks of life. In Human, with a Side of Soul, I interviewed a dozen strangers about their belief in a soul and thoughts on what happens after death. Perspectives include a neurologist, psychic medium, Hindu, atheist and others. I was searching for a common thread…and, I’m happy to report, I found one. It’s a light-hearted look at the joy of being human.

Can you describe your writing why?

I would love to have a succinct answer as to what motivates me, but the truth is, my writing is more a compulsion. I have always written and I assume I always will. Though I don’t always have a book in the works, I also write freelance articles, publish a magazine and constantly churn out marketing content. The motivation for my books usually begins with an idea that excites and fascinates me—such as what if I fell into a time before technology or what if we reincarnate—and I build it out into a relatable journey that others can take with me.

Share with us your favourite passage from the book you enjoyed writing the most

When I wrote and published my first book, I had a 1- and 3-year-old at home. Yet, when I wrote (usually in tiny bursts at naptime), I would sometimes feel a thrill so great I’d want to rush to read it to my husband. When I wrote about the main character falling back in time was one such instance:

Time in My Pocket

I lost my breath. I was drowning…or being suffocated. Like being crushed by a weight so great I couldn’t possibly survive its heft. The feeling was horrifying! Everything was dark. The kind of palpable dark a person could feel around them. I had the fleeting memory of experiencing that kind of dark while on an underground cave tour as a child. Terrified, I attempted to cry out for help. I think I screamed to God. My scream sounded choppy, like the sound of Jakey crying on the monitor when the battery was going dead.

And then, though my eyes were still closed, I sensed the darkness being replaced by light. I felt soft hands on my arms and then on my face. I gasped in a deep breath. My lungs filled with air, thank goodness. I was still alive! But instead of the smell of the hospice room, there was an overwhelming scent of perfume. Muffled voices were talking all at once.

“I think she’s coming back!” one of the voices called to the others.

Tell us about your latest project

In Human, with a Side of Soul, I spent nine months working on the project—interviewing, writing, reading, studying. It changed my perspective on so many things. In fact, at the end of the book, I detail the ways the journey changed how I live. I compiled the interviews and wove them throughout my real life until the book emerged as a sort of personal soul journey. Some of the ideas proposed by interviewees really stuck with me—the psychic medium who believes a group of souls are preparing a party for when we arrive, the hypnotherapist who insisted it does not matter if a past life experience is real or not as long as the message is received or the neurologist who acknowledges that since energy can never be destroyed, perhaps our components go on to exist in trees or apples. I think this is a great book for anyone looking to hear first-hand interviews from specialists in all areas of the soul (or lack thereof).

What is your favourite cake?

It’s a tie between German chocolate and carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. Yum!


You can connect with Gina at her website: ginadewink.com

Join me next week when I will be having a slice of cake with C. Billie Brunson. 

If you would like to take part in A Slice of Cake With... please fill in the form found here. I'd be delighted to have you.

You can also support my writing endeavours and buy me tea & cake - it's what makes the world go round!


Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.

Tuesday, 6 April 2021

Tuesday Poem - This Ham Is Grey

I have online food shopping
It works for me
Fussy children
And dietary needs
Makes it straightforward
Until
Something goes wrong
This ham is grey I exclaim
This is not the colour of ham
I wrack my brain to think
Is ham ever grey?
Check the eggs are they whole?
Did the bread get squashed?
They put loo cleaner in with the food
And gave me bags I didn't ask for
Chilled and frozen mixed with non
It's the first time it's been this wrong
I'm not knocking the service
I think it's been grand
And they've done fantastic
Through all this lockdown
But really...
The ham is grey!


Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.

Monday, 5 April 2021

Just Give Me Five Minutes

And no, this isn't a sales pitch. Although if you want to go buy one of my books, I'll be eternally grateful.  

It's what I say to my kids, every five minutes. Or at least that's how it feels. Juggling work and kids is always tricky and lately I feel like I'm dropping way too many plates.

I'm terrified of my kids only remembering that I never had any time for them. Or for them to stop asking me to come and play or do a puzzle or requesting playdoh or whatever their latest whim happens to be. 

I find myself getting to the end of the day and analysing over whether or not I spent enough time with them. And, more importantly, did I 'play'. Because playing is something that does not come very naturally to me. 

Take today for instance. We had snuggles in bed this morning, we read together, I helped to build a train track, we made fairy cakes and put Easter decorations on them and... that was it. The rest of the time they entertained themselves, alternatively screaming abuse at each other (they're 7 and 3) and coming in to ask me for stuff.

I know this is the daily guilt trip all working mothers have. I know that. But it doesn't stop me from worrying that I'm the boring mum who never has any time to be fun. 

How do I explain that I work so hard and spend so much time on my laptop writing because I am trying to build my author platform, sell more books and finally be able to buy a car. Or put the deposit down on a real house with a real garden and more space than we currently shoehorn ourselves into. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I have a part-time job as well as my writing career. My husband is in a steady, well-paid job. I've got two crazy little cabbages and a roof over my head not to mention heating, fresh water and food in the cupboard. There are an awful lot of families out there who are in desperate need of some or all of those things. 

But I want to give my kids a garden to play in with a shed for them to have a bike. I want them to have a little more space so they're not trying to live on top of each other all the time. I want to be able to bundle them in the car and take them on adventures. 

I keep telling myself I'll get there and I really hope that one day I do but in the meantime, I need to stop saying just give me five minutes and instead get down on the floor and start building some lego. 

Just give me five minutes. 


Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find out more about her books on her website clairebuss.co.uk. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.