Oh You Are Such A Romantic

Flower, Red, Petal, Bloom, Garden, Plant

Jack is Jack. It’s hard at times. We have such a rocky history. But we get on very very well. We see eye to eye on what is most important. He and I are on the same page. Right from the start of our romantic relationship (which technically began last September, even though the spark was lit almost eight years ago) I said HONEST COMMUNICATION was essential.

If he and I were not open with each other, how would we face the interest of others (both friends and strangers). I told Jack right from the start about Goldfinch. Jack listened and said there was all the more reason not to take me for granted.

Anyway….Jack up and going to Africa was not a decision I found easy. I love him for it. But I miss him so much! Jack has also picked up that I have been struggling these past few weeks. I had to remind him why. He said some things that made a difference. I was glad we talked about it.

Well…a few days later, he sent me a video – Jack was singing a song that means a lot to him and I. A very special song. It links back to a night when he and I were so close…so so close to saying the words that it took us seven years to say to each other. We were interrupted by a young lad who was excited to see Jack and wanted a selfie with him. Story of my life! Story of our romantic life!

I do ❤ Jack…very much! I do kind of wish I could be on a desert island with him though.

Ashley Is Amazing!!!

Young Woman, Lying Down, Female, PeopleMy rather ridiculous work schedule continues unabated! So I have to admit that due to the lack of time and some mega headaches, I have not been able to write many new posts over the past week.

However, all is not lost! Not only do I have a lot of posts scheduled to be published over the next few weeks (SCHEDULING IS THE BEST FEATURE ON WORDPRESS!!!), my very patient friend has also published Part Two of my LEARNERS AT LOVE Series. Incredible! When it is live on Amazon, I will tell you all about it!

I came home tired on Wednesday evening and found a beautiful surprise waiting for me on WordPress. The amazing Ashley Peterson, the creator of Mental Health @ Home, had reviewed Part One of the series, entitled “We Hide What We Hate About Ourselves”. I can’t tell you how much it encouraged me to see Ashley’s review! Take a look at what she says about the book in her post below:

Book Review: We Hide What We Hate About Ourselves

We Hide What We Hate About Ourselves: Part Of The "Learners At Love" Series by [Finch, Melody]I am very grateful for all of the support and encouragement I have received. I have been making little tweaks to my manuscript over the past couple of weeks, trying to make sure any spelling or grammar mistakes are corrected, and adding a few details that will link to Part Two and Part Three.

Who would have thought that writing longer fictional stories and seeing them in paperback form would be so exciting?

If you have a novel in you, go for it! Please do. Even if only three people ever look at your book, I cannot tell you how rewarding it is to see your story become something real. The hilarious thing is, my friends and family are asking me to sign their copies. They are loving the idea of Melody Finch being a published author.

I am not very technical, but hopefully the link to the Amazon page showing the Kindle version has carried over. Or…if you go to Amazon and type MELODY FINCH, you will see the book available in Kindle and Paperback.

Thank you again Ashley, and all the other gorgeous bloggers who are just so awesome!!!!

Just Another Day

It’s Friday….and I am working a long long day. This evening I will come home and have a shower and then slip into my bed. The world is celebrating yet another commercial holiday based on a pagan holiday. The retailers hope to celebrate. People who don’t have a significant other may feel lonelier that ever (well not all people, but some people may do).


My Jack is abroad still. He rings me everyday. He rang me this morning, the same as he does most mornings. He is several hours ahead of me, so it easier for him to catch me in the morning. I am not great in the mornings, so I normally just listen to excited chatter! Hearing Jack’s voice is the highlight of the day. He also sends me lots of photos via email to give me an idea of what he is up to.

I am longing for Jack to come home, but I will have to be patient. Anyway, he would hate that I have to work so much at the moment. These sixty hour a week work schedules do not leave me with much time or energy.

robin readingThe other great love of my life (my romantic life) is in Australia. I have never sent him a card on 14th February. Although I have written plenty of love letters to him. But this year, I wrote him a book instead. I dedicated it to him (and my little apricot). A copy of the book is winging it’s way to Australia…although Amazon say it might be another month before it arrives!!!

When I am starting my day, he is finishing his. So last night I sent him a message that I hoped he would read when he woke up. I

I also put together a collection of journal entries and ditties I wrote last spring. It’s something I wanted to do because it is just coming up to a year since a sad loss that I have thought about all year. It’s been a bust week for Melody FInch on Amazon. Thank goodness my techno friend is patient with me. I cook, he works out the Kindle Dashboard. It seems to work well. He is the only man this year who has gotten any chocolates out of me. But that was just to thank him for figuring out how to turn these writings into real books.

We all need techno friends!

Curl Up With A Book This Week


For the week of hearts, chocolate and flowers

The weather forecast says cold wintry showers

So stay in and enjoy the best of Netflix

To make sure that you get your romantic fix

Or if you’d prefer to curl up with a book

Then I invite you to take a little look

At at a story of friendship and mental health

Of a woman scared to be left on the shelf

A tale that will bring you laughter and tears

Read how Annabelle overcomes all her fears…










Oh Look What Just Happened!

Well…the giving birth was much quicker than I expected! I thought my little bundle of joy would be here by Monday or Tuesday. But, the Kindle version is already live!

I have tried to add a link to this picture, so if you click on it you end up seeing it on Amazon’s website. Will it work? I have no idea! But I’ll get some help over the weekend to do a proper promo post!

We Hide What We Hate About Ourselves: Part Of The "Learners At Love" Series by [Finch, Melody]

Please excuse me while I go and ring my mum…and my sisters…and Jack…and a bunch of other friends who I have been boring for weeks telling them I was working on editing my first novel!




What Money Cannot Buy

I was thinking about Teresa’s writing prompt all day. I had a twelve hour shift at work, and I kept on trying to think up a story to respond to this subgenre.

Your challenge today, should you accept it, is to explore your dreamy romantic side. Write your take on the Romance subgenre of Billionaire and see where it leads…or whatever/wherever the picture takes you.


I will admit, I do not like billionaires. I am prejudiced against people who have an obscene amount of money and have not had the good sense yet to let go of it. So I put some of the way I think into the mindset of the female character in this little story. I almost feel as if it needs a Part Two to follow. But with so many twelve hour shifts this month, I doubt I will have chance.

Due to the success of his software company, Laurent De Havillande had become a billionaire at the age of twenty-three. He possessed stunning properties in exclusive areas in several lands. He had a number of private jets and a huge superyacht which had a swimming pool, and a helipad. Laurent’s lifestyle was immersed in luxury. He had travelled the world. he had eaten at the finest restaurants. Laurent had not had to deny himself a single whim. He never asked how much anything cost, why should he concern himself?

In his twenties and thirties Laurent had enjoyed a string of romantic liaisons with beautiful models, actresses and other women he had met at elite social events. But as he turned forty, Laurent realized that he had never yet found his perfect woman. He was bored of superficial relationships. Women who were flattered by receiving a simple smile from him. His team of personal assistants had bought countless expensive trinkets and gifts for the women he had been involved with, but they were all meaningless tokens to him. The women he had dated seemed fickle and demanding. He grew tired of their vanity quickly and ended the connection with another expensive gift.

Auto, Audi, R8, Audir8, Gold, EmpireJust after his fortieth birthday he found himself, in his room at the Lanesborough Hotel in London, feeling rather depressed. The new car he had just bought was not quite the shade of gold he had requested. He felt irritable. He had just received the delivery of two new suits from Savile Row tailors King and Allen. The Holland and Sherry cloth had a pinstripe of his name weaved in gold thread throughout. Each suit was more than £15,000. It was yet another stroke of opulence that ran through his life. But the chronic emptiness he had been feeling overwhelmed him.

Laurent was intensely bored. There was no challenge in his life, no conquests yet to make. He sought some kind of excitement and fulfillment. In the search for meaning, he had begun to give more money to various charities and institutions – hospitals, schools, libraries and homeless shelters. But he was doing little other than making financial contributions. There seemed little to engage his attention. All those charities and establishments wanted was his money.

Sheraton Palace Hotel, LobbyThat evening he would attend a conference at the Corinthia Hotel. He knew he was included on the exclusive guestlist due to his philanthropic efforts over the previous few years. He had written some very large cheques and that had won him a little respect among the circles of those he admired most. It was one thing to be obscenely wealthy, it was another thing entirely to attain greatness. He had started to aspire to greatness, but other than signing cheques for good causes, he was not sure how to go about attaining the kind of acclaim he was desperate for.

The chairman of the conference introduced the guest speaker for the evening, Carmelle Renouf. Carmelle was well known for her work with international charities. Her work in providing education as to how local populations could protect their landscape and use sustainable agricultural methods that would help reverse desertification, had been praised. A year before she had won a Nobel Peace Prize for her work in Syria.

carmelle.pngLaurent gazed at the stunning woman who, he thought, was rather plainly dressed for an event with so many affluent and elite members of the upper classes present. Although Carmelle Renouf had made no attempt to dress glamorously, he found her manners and grace captivating and he listened to her delicious mellow tones and melodic timbre with delight.

Her speech was provoking and inspirational. In her speech, she pointed out that while economic extremes were perpetuated, there would forever be a need for charity, and how much more sustainable a capped earning potential would be. Laurent thought her notion rather silly and left wing. But nonetheless, she argued her case eloquently and with astonishing clarity of mind and logic.

Despite the discomfort her comments may have caused among most of the wealthy guests at the conference, she received a standing ovation and sustained applause. The Duke of Cambridge shook her hand as she left the platform and could be seen conversing with her for several minutes. Laurent was eager to speak to Miss Renouf. Rather than approaching her directly, he called one of the waiters over and ordered that a bottle of Armand de Brignac champagne be sent to her table with his compliments.

bubb.pngLaurent observed with a smile Carmelle’s reaction, as the waiter approached her table with the champagne bottle. After hearing the waiter’s explanation as to who had sent the bottle, she looked over in his direction. As she made eye contact with Laurent, she waved her hand. Laurent felt a sense of gratification. Carmelle had taken the initial bait. Now, all he had to do was reel her in. He turned to the former Director of The Bank of England who was seated next to him to start a conversation.

Moments later, the waiter returned to the table informing him that Miss Renouf had requested a private word with him, if he would be so kind as to oblige her. The waiter informed Mr De Havillande that Miss Renouf would be outside the banquet hall and would await his appearance, or the return of the waiter if her request could not be accomodated.

Laurent De Havillande waited for a few moments after the waiter had delivered the message. He excused himself from the table and smoothly made his exit from the banquet hall, intrigued by the confidence of Carmelle Renouf in wishing a private audience with him. She was standing beside the large ornate fireplace in the adjoining reception room.

“Mr De Havillande, I received your note complimenting me on my discourse just now. Forgive my impertinence, but I wondered if I may enquire what exactly you enjoyed about my speech?”

Laurent enjoyed seeing the colour rush to Carmelle’s cheeks as she spoke with fervent animation. He thought to himself that she must be flattered by his attention to her. His reply to her was as follows, “Enchanting. You…are enchanting in every way.”

Carmelle Renouf became confused for a moment. She shook off her startled reaction with the recollection of the words she had for the man in front of her, “Only it seems to me that you may have missed the point of what I was trying to say completely. It’s impossible for me to accept that expensive bottle of champagne. The money that paid for that champagne could have been used for so many worthy causes.”

laurent.pngIt was the turn of Laurent De Havilland to be confused. He fidgeted for a moment with his cuff, “Are you rejecting my sincere token of respectful esteem Miss Renouf?”

“It would be completely hypocritical for me to be seen swilling champagne after my appeal to those present this evening not to indulge themselves with endless luxuries, but to give up more of their money to the organisations that are working towards the betterment of people in less advantaged countries.”

“So we are not allowed to enjoy ourselves then Miss Renouf? No champagne at special occasions any more? I was toasting the passion of your appeal and your ability to entrance a whole room of people. People who are decidedly difficult to impress.”

Carmelle stared at Laurent De Havillande, who was wearing a deep smile, “I sometimes feel so disgusted when I see the money that rich people waste on luxury. Some of my colleagues say that I have to be careful not to appear unbalanced. Of course I believe we should all enjoy life. But how obscene spending can bring pleasure is beyond me to comprehend.”

“I am glad to hear it. I live for pleasure Miss Renouf, life should be very pleasurable, should it not?”

Apparel, Boutique, Colors, Design“But I find it disturbing and rather insane that some people spend the same amount of money on a new handbag, or one night in a luxury hotel that a typical family in London spend on their rent in a month. Most of that time they will be fast asleep and not able to enjoy the hotel room. But still they insist on the best that money can buy. That money could be spent to help so many good causes.”

Laurent dared to toy with Miss Renouf, “Other things go on in beautiful hotel rooms besides sleep. I’d be more than happy to enlighten you.”

Carmelle’s reaction revealed she had chosen to take offense at the remark, “I understand you now. Mr De Havillande, your bottle of champagne is still at the table I was seated at. Perhaps you might find some other use for it. Another female guest you could send it to. I shan’t be returning to the conference room. I am leaving. I am sorry you did not understand my speech. I wonder how many others in attendance tonight completely missed the point of what I said.”

lifts.pngWIth that Carmelle Renouf turned and rushed towards the elevators. Before reaching them, she turned into a door that led to the stairwell and stormed down the steps. Watching her deliberately choose not to use the elevator, Laurent laughed in his mind, “That is the one. Let the chase begin. She will be mine.” He walked in the direction she had taken and pressed the button to call the elevator.

As the lift speedily descended, Laurent wondered to himself if Carmelle’s cheeks would be even more reddened one she reached the bottom of the stairwell. Surely she would be quite breathless. He would be there waiting for her. He rehearsed his next line. There was nothing he had ever wanted that he had been unable to win for himself. Now, he wanted Carmelle Renouf, for himself.