My Best-Selling Titles

Divide by Zero was a best-seller once. So were Genesis People and Bethlehem’s Baby. Tails of Mystery won an award from my publisher recently as another best-seller. Does that make me a best-selling author?

But my best-selling book at the moment is Heroes Best Friend, a very cool anthology in which I have one (best-selling?) short story, and from which I earn the occasional cent – it’s my best-paying book. Coming close second is the fourth volume of the Writers’ Mill Journal, from which I earn nothing – all online proceeds go directly to the library, since the journal is designed, written and produced by our local writers’ group. Then there’s my latest novel, Infinite Sum. I hope it sold some copies when it came out, but they don’t register on my Amazon author dashboard. And so I wonder, does this make me a worst-selling author instead?

Or perhaps I’m in-between. Thirty-nine books to my name. Sales that garner occasional payments in cents. And dreams that reach the sky. Plus coffee.

Meanwhile our writers’ group has just released volume five – find it soon in a bookstore online! We’re working on a Tails of Mystery fan-fiction collection as well (with permission from my publisher). We’ll probably call it Zeus and Bo and Fred and Joe and Co, since Fred and Joe were based on two beautiful dogs called  Zeus and Bo, and since the stories run the gamut of many animals.

If you’re looking for a writing prompt – and aren’t we always –

here is the menagerie now living with Fred and Joe. Look for a way to use all of these creatures, plus at least one more, in one story or poem:

  • Fred – a large dog
  • Joe – a small dog
  • Cat – a large cat
  • Kitkit – a small cat, kitten to Cat
  • Zombie – a canary
  • Squeak – a mouse
  • the child, still very small
  • the man, and
  • the woman

Now Write!

Then watch for A Nose For Adventure, coming soon. (But Zombie and Squeak won’t enter the series until later – I’m writing faster than I can best-sell!)

What Did You Read On Vacation?

I started reading The Girl on the Train, on a train. I read Signal Failure while riding the 20160801_110205 (2)Underground. I visited numerous London bookshops then settled down to enjoy Mr. Penumbra’s 24-hour Bookstore. 20160804_173522The Eyre Affair accompanied peacefully timeless20160806_173543 (2) views of punts on the Cam. And I enjoyed happy days with my brother’s two dogs while reading The Dog Who Dared To Dream.20160724_154323 (2)In the days leading up to our wedding anniversary, I devoured The Daylight Marriage. Then we celebrated with a trip to the Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime at the Guilgud Theatre. A great time was had by all, my read-and-review book-list languished, the internet faded into 2G wilderness, and my mum enjoyed being one of the first readers of my second novel, Infinite Sum, hot off the press from Indigo Sea.

But now I’m back. England is a happy memory and my American life is calling – overdue reviews, washing, cleaning and shopping, our writers’ group’s release of its fifth anthology, Bible studies to prepare … and did I mention 20160804_140752washing, cleaning and shopping? And pulling weeds. The dandelions defeated me before we left, so now I’m just going to mow them down instead of trying to extract them.

Meanwhile, that writers’ group continues to host monthly contests, and I need to come up with a prompt (my penalty for winning). Perhaps something about trains, bookstores, Venetian gondolas, dogs or marriages would work? August’s contest was inspired by someone else’s photograph. September’s asks what happens next after a disturbing opening sentence, and October’s is to write fan fiction based on Tails of Mystery. Perhaps November’s prompt could combine all three …

Writing Prompt


  1. Here’s a picture, taken on my vacation
  2. What happens next?
  3. Please write it from the point of view of an animal (mammal, insect, fish or bird).

What would you write?

The Importance of Being English

I’m still English, still gloomily Brexited, and pondering how seeing our football team getting knocked out of the Euros didn’t feel half as disastrous as knocking ourselves out of Europe. But I’m still American too, so what do I know? I couldn’t even vote!

It got me thinking though, just how English am I now, almost 20 years into my second life? And how does being English affect my writing?

I have a wonderful group of friends/critiquers/coffee-drinkers/beta-readers who meet to read each other’s work every week and definitely aren’t English. They mark all my English-isms in my manuscripts, sometimes asking if a Sheila-ism is an English-ism too. Some of my isms are simply down to me – “sunlight slanting through windows,” “echoes reveling in the dance of rising eagles” for example. But others are pure Brit. Kids stamp their feet instead of stomping them. Purses go in handbags. Counterpanes cover the beds… and more. Oh, and colour really really wants that u.

So yes, being English does affect my writing, but my generous friends and editors help me hide it. The publisher (Indigo Sea) puts the words in print. Then comes the “selling” bit…

I showed my newly released novel to an English friend the other day. She compliment the cover, then told me, “Of course, you won’t want me to read it. It would be so embarrassing.” How could I say “Please”?

She was right though, I guess. At least, the dedication page to Infinite Sum might be embarrassing ’cause it’s about me. But the book’s about someone else. And I’m American. now; I don’t mind being embarrassed once in a while. So here it is – my dedication to my masterpiece. Enjoy. And I hope it tempts you to read more:

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I’ve been telling stories since the day I learned to talk, and writing them down since the day I learned to write. I suspect I’ve been waiting to tell this story since the day a trusted adult first abused me. But Infinite Sum is not my story, and Sylvia is not me, for which reason I really should thank all the wonderful people who rejected my first attempts at this novel; Sylvia’s feelings are just as honest as if they were mine, but I think her tale is much better told because it’s hers. After all, I’ve been telling stories, fiction not fact, since the day I learned to talk. It’s what I do.

I’m also enormously grateful to my mum. She has told me repeatedly, since the day I left home, that I ought to make use of my writing skills. Without Mum’s constant prayers and encouragement, this story would never have been written. Next, I’d like to thank those generous friends who encouraged me with early reviews—in particular authors Catherine Cavendish and Paulette Maturin, and most especially mystery author Aaron Paul Lazar who applied his razor-sharp fine-tooth comb to the final edits of the text. Thank you so much!

I must, of course, thank Indigo Sea Press as well, for trusting me enough to accept a second novel after Divide by Zero. Thank you Pan Morelli for the lovely cover. And I am grateful—I will always be grateful—to God for teaching me forgiveness is not my job.

—Sheila Deeth

Find Infinite Sum on Amazon at:

My Most Singular Venture

If I’ve been absent from the internet, or only minimally present, this last few weeks, I’ve had good reason. I embarked on a brand new venture, you see – in fact, “A Most Singular Venture,” which just happens to be the title of a wonderful new novel in the Elizabeth and Richard Literary Mysteries Series by Donna Fletcher Crow.


As you’ll see from the cover, Elizabeth and Richard (a couple now pleasingly approaching my own age) are in London as this story begins. Elizabeth is researching locations visited by that well-known classical author, Jane Austen, while Richard is about to start teaching a summer class on Golden Age mystery authors. It’s a great combination, with tasks, characters and mysteries all dove-tailing into a plot that pulls the reader along: Explore London, learn literature, and look for a murderer, all within the covers of a single, enticing book.

But where do I fit in? And how did this singular venture keep me from the internet? Well… that’s where my own most singular and delightful venture starts, with author Donna Fletcher Crow inviting me to reawaken my editing dreams after reading my review an earlier novel in the series:


How could I resist? I didn’t even try. The chance to read Elizabeth and Richard’s latest adventure before anyone else? The chance to get to know one of my favorite authors better? And, yes, the chance to call myself an editor again… I spread those wings with eager delight and had a most wonderful time.

Watch out for A Most Singular Venture, coming later this year to a bookstore near you. And get ready for the adventure with a thoroughly enjoyable Jane Austen Encounter. Then spread your writing wings and feather your quill for a writing exercise:

Get Ready

  1. Think of a famous person and a place that person is connected with.
  2. Think of reasons why a group of people might visit that place?

Get Set

Make a list of ways you can connect their visit with the person

  1. Do they go to sites your famous person frequented?
  2. Do they get involved in the same sort of business?
  3. Or perhaps they see a ghost?
  4. travel in time?
  5. read a book?
  6. endure the same problems?
  7. etc.

Now Write

A story, a paragraph, an essay, or even a novel… whatever you have time for. Enjoy!


I made a book

I made a story,

I made a book,

I made a cover,

and my publisher made a better one.

So now I know why I should stick to making stories. Thank you Indigo Sea, and I can’t wait to hold my beloved Infinite Sum in my hot little hands!

(The image on the left was what I gave them, but the one on the right is so much more better! I’d certainly pick that one up if I saw it on the shelf.)

Here’s the blurb for my book:

A slash of red; a slash of black; then Sylvia’s paintbrush turns beauty turns into terror and darkness again. Her youngest child is almost ten, but Sylvia’s world seems destined to fall apart. Her therapist believes the answers lie in her art, but will they be found among boxes and frames in the attic, or in the angry colors she pours onto canvases in class? As memories new and old pile ever higher, Sylvia learns life is more about the infinite promise of joys to come than the sum of things done. Even so, will her nightmares let her go?

And, since our writing group’s going to use an image for it’s writing prompt in… June? July?… here’s a writing prompt:

  1. Look at the picture on the left and list the things you see, in the order you notice them.
  2. Write a sentence that uses the first two things you saw.
  3. Continue writing, including the items you spotted in the picture, in the order in which you spotted them.
  4. When you’ve used all the items, find a way to finish your essay/story/poem.
  5. Read what you’ve written. Which bit is most important.
  6. Rewrite what you’ve written, so it revolves around that most important part.

Top 1%!

Just look what Goodreads sent me!

goodreads likes me


How cool is that? I wish they could offer me the gift of time as well as a pretty badge. Then I might catch up on all those books still unread and unreviewed, but I’m working on it. Meanwhile, I’ll add some thyme, rosemary and sage while I cook dinner. And I’ll dream that one day Goodreads might give me a slightly different badge – one that says TOP 1% of WRITERS instead of reviewers. How cool would that be?

Of course, if I wrote more, or wrote faster, I’d have a better chance of being well-known, which brings me back to that precious gift, not yet downloadable, of time. So… what would you do if you had more time? Use a writing prompt perhaps? Why not try this?

  1. Write a sentence beginning, “If only she/he had the time…”
  2. Write a sentence ending with the phrase, “but he/she wished she/he had the time.”
  3. Write a sentence with the phrase, “if there were only enough time” somewhere in the middle of it.
  4. Which sentence do you like best?
  5. Which timelessness inspires you?
  6. Now write a short story, character study, scene, snippet or poem, where every sentence includes some similar reference to the absence of time. (No cheating though. It’s got to be time, not thyme.)


Can You Write A Selfie?

I’m getting better at taking selfies–really I am–though I doubt they’d help me sell any books if I stuck my image on the back. Aging, graying, not quite sure which direction to look in–would you buy a book photographed by me? More importantly–from my point of view anyway–would you buy a book written by me? And can you write a selfie?

Photographic selfies come–or at least they came–in many forms. Here’s my first one, taken through a mirror.


Hmmm, a little blurred isn’t it, like one of those out-of-focus stories that never quite gets to the point, or has so many points the reader can’t find them? Next came the camera-on-the-computer selfie, with me so proud, holding the first (of many) proofs.

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Are you looking at the books or the writer here? If you read my stories, will you see my characters or me? Then I ponder: Even if my opinions don’t totally obscure the scene, they can still distract (and detract from the best-told tale). But At last I got a phone with a backward-facing lens–my chance to take a real, modern-day selfie. What do you think?

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Look up, look down, look straight, left, right, or somewhere: Choose an angle, I guess, but surely don’t choose this one, in writing or photography, from which I conclude, points of view are really quite important.

I tried again. Does this one work…


…or should I have chosen a background that made sense? Set a scene that’s understandable for the reader or the viewer–that’s one to remember.

And then there was this. What do you think?


(No glasses – the wonders of cataract surgery earlier this year!)

Someone suggested that everyone we write about lives in our heads (unless we’re writing biographies I suppose). So all those characters entering and leaving rooms, victims and perpetrators of crimes, male, female, adult, child… are they all me? Is every character study in my novel a selfie from some hidden part of my mind?

I don’t know the answer, but the question did inspire a writing exercise:

Now Write

  1. Imagine yourself entering a room–to win a writing prize perhaps, or to stop your child from crying, or…
  2. Describe your entry from your own point of view–are you confident, scared, excited… how do you walk? Is your breathing slow or fast? Where are your eyes focused? What are you doing with your hands? And what are you wearing; how does the fabric move with you, or the wind blow your hair?
  3. Describe your entry from the point of view of someone who’s glad to see you–parent, child, spouse, best friend, eager recipient of your benevolence… Who or what do they see, hear, or smell, and what thoughts fill their minds?
  4. Now describe your entry from the point of view of someone who’s not pleased to see you–the person who hoped to win the prize, the cat who hoped to stay with the child, the monster returned to its closet…
  5. And finally, turn one of those descriptions into a story.

If I Write A Blogpost, Will You Read It?

Our writers’ group met last weekend, and I need to copy up the minutes and send them out. We talked about internet-connections and the need to have a blog, write blogposts, and find people to read them. Among the questions we addressed were:

  • What is a blog? It’s kind of like a diary, but don’t make it your diary. Nobody wants to read your day-to-day life.
  • What’s the difference between a blog and a website? Mostly they’re attached to each other. The website is the bit that doesn’t change. The blog is the bit that’s supposed to keep offering something new.
  • And between a blog, a website, and your Facebook page? We had a picture for this one: I wonder if I can reproduce it in a blog…webs blogs and facebook So…
  • Websites are really well thought-out, like a query letter sent to a publisher.
  • Blogs are moderately well thought-out, like a report to your writers’ group about the writing of query letters.
  • Facebook status is where you tell the world “I just send that query in.”

We finished our meeting with a writing exercise because, of course, we’re a writers’ group. So here it is

Just Write

This is your chance to blog, and mine to see if I can read what I wrote:

  1. Think of a title and turn it into a questionWhy would anyone read this?
  2. Think of who might read your blogpost and tell them why you think it should interest them: Has anyone ever asked you to write a blogpost?
  3. Make sure your first sentence and title repeat the same words. If they don’t, rewrite one or the other: If I write a blogpost, will you read it? could be a better title.
  4. Write something that flows from that first sentence: Has anyone ever asked you to write a blogpost? That’s what happened to us at the end of our Writers’ Mill meeting this month. But many of our members don’t have blogs. So the real question, perhaps, should be “If I had a blog, would you read it?” closely followed by, “If I had a blog, what would I blog about?”
  5. Now you know where you’re going, make sure you get there quickly. The blogging world suffers from the internet’s inescapably short attention span, so simply say what you want to say, then stop: I’m going to blog about writing here, specifically about writing answers to prompts. I’ll post things like, say:
    1. How to write a mystery in 7 steps
    2. How to create a believable character
    3. How to use point of view effectively
    4. How to use all five senses, plus whatever extras you can think of, or even
    5. How to blog
  6. Add a final sentence, include a picture if you can, then click on “Publish.” You’re done: So… will you read it?





Who sabotaged my tablet?

Did Microsoft sabotage my tablet, I ask myself, as my last-ditch attempt at repairing it runs into yet another can’t-do-that message. I stare at the mournful blue screen in that dreaded reboot-loop-of-death and confess, the only option left is to phone the manufacturer. Luckily my tablet’s not a Surface Pro. The Microsoft website says send-it-in-for-repair when a Surface Pro hits this problem. But a phone call will surely be easier (I hope). And just one simple line of code, inserted in all the right places, would have redeemed me long ago.


So no, I don’t really think Microsoft sabotaged my tablet. But I do wonder how the programmers failed to put a virtual keyhole into every error requiring a virtual key, and how the qa engineers failed to spot the problem, and how the sales people failed to notice it might annoy customers accustomed to performing their own software repairs.

My tablet’s all backed up, of course. The novel’s still out there, waiting for its edits in the cloud. Fred and Joe are still barking up many wrong trees. Book reviews are ready to be posted. And I’ve lost nothing but time, time, time and more time. But WHY ?????????

So, if you have a tablet running Windows 10, enjoying the invisible default protection of the dreaded Bitlocker, beware.

Bitlocker, it seems, encrypts or locks your drive, or some partition thereof, whenever your computer feels threatened, stolen, or sabotaged. Unfortunately, failed Windows updates can be perceived as a threat. So Windows will helpfully try to restart for you, then demand a key. Luckily Microsoft tells you how to find the key at this point, and provides a nice long space where you can type in those 48 (!!!!!) characters. Less fortunately, the computer will continue to feel threatened when the restart fails again, so guess what…

There you are, sitting, not at the blue screen of death and restart, but the blue screen of helpful options, and none of them work because the drive/partition has locked itself again. But this time there’s no keyhole for your 48 digit key. Just a message – can’t restore windows, can’t repair, can’t re-install windows, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t, can’t… because that drive or that partition is locked.

If only they’d thought to provide that virtual keyhole whenever you’d need a virtual key, I’d have a working machine. But Microsoft didn’t sabotage me, not really; it’s just a Windows update gone wrong – it might even have been the one that would fix the problem. And I did at least manage to mend the other machine – the one I used to look up reboot-loop-of-death and how to use those helpful options. It broke the same way on a failed Windows update the following day. But, of course, that machine didn’t have Bitlocker protecting it.

I feel un-protected.

Meanwhile… back at the writing group… it seems we have a fairly appropriate upcoming writing prompt:



  • The eyes are the windows to the soul.
  • Windows is driving me insane (see above).
  • Double glazing is wonderful (we just had it installed).
  • Cataract surgery is wonderful too (I no longer have triple vision – I’m not an alien!).
  • And defenestration is truly a wonderful word (even tempting at times like this).

Which one caught your imagination? Which story will you tell?


A New Year Drabble

They told her it couldn’t be done; there’d be no going back; she shouldn’t waste her time. No rhyme or reason now, they said; just live for today. But Verda couldn’t watch unmoved as TV screens grew dark. She couldn’t sleep through radio’s silence, nor take those happy pills and hide herself in the dying cave. Instead she closed her office door; sealed the frame; set plants to cleaning air and water; and cranked her computer.

At the stroke of midnight, that final day, Verdandi, goddess of destiny, reset the human clock. So we began the Fall all over again.


Our writing group’s prompt this month is to imagine our main character receives some news which will change the year ahead. I’ve invited members of the group to imagine what they’ve heard is their own commitment to enter something in every month’s writing contest. How will that change their lives? How would it change yours?

Now write!

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