Nememiah 5 – Coming Soon!

It’s been a long (long, long, long) time coming, but the final book is now in the hands of my editor and beta readers, and will soon be winging its way to my publisher for final approval and publication.  I know everyone waiting for the book has been incredibly patient, and in many cases, have begun to get frustrated with the long delay between this book and the last one.

I have no excuses, other than the fact that real life got in the way.  No.  I’m not dead.  No.  I didn’t run out of ideas.  And no, I never intended to finish the series where it ended at the end of Book 4.  The fact of the matter is that I had a huge, unplanned blip on my radar in the form of a catastrophic mental health breakdown some two and half years ago, which was followed by a diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder.  Which actually came as a relief, after years of being diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder which didn’t quite cover all the stuff that went on in my head on a day-to-day basis.

In recent months, I’ve finally gotten settled onto a good level of meds, which has led to my previously stifled creative flow being back in full force.  And so, I’m delighted to let people know that if they’ve hung around for this long, all the answers are going to be revealed.  And I love you and thank you for putting up with an abysmally long wait.  First reactions from beta readers have been extremely positive, and I’m hoping that you (the readers) will be satisfied with the final journey.

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So, it started with a desk…

The start of 2017 has seen me ‘prepping’ for a whole lot of book writing, with plans (in concrete, and written in blood, I swear) to publish six books by December.  I’ve organized, prepared, reorganized my whole approach to social media and cut back on how many ‘things’ I need to keep updated. (Hence why this blog page is now the home of me, my alter ego Leah Dempster, and my editing counterpart The Pedantic Punctuator – one blog is much easier to focus on than three.)

I got a weekly diary, planned out my writing/editing/publishing timetable, gave myself strict instructions on how many words a day would be written, and this week was set aside for ‘prepping’, before ‘writing’.

Hence why it started with a desk.

We have a little study in our new house, which I share with the Darling Husband.  When I say the study is little, I mean tiny.  Minuscule. And it is filled with computer equipment,  bookshelves, printers and all my crafting supplies.  (I used to do craft, until I started editing for a living, and writing books in between edits, so now I have a lot of craft supplies, which take up a lot of space, which require regular dusting, but otherwise don’t come out much.)  And my Darling Husband, although he’s the love of my life, is the antithesis to my OCD Bipolar nuttiness in that he keeps all his stuff EVERYWHERE… He is a lover of flat surfaces and covers them all.

Which leads to that desk issue.

Part of the ‘getting ready for my big 2017 writing projects’ is that I wanted a little space to do my writing.  I had it in our old house, because I had my little desk in our bedroom, with a potted plant, a cute little lantern, a candle and it was… my space.  In the new house, we made the decision to share the study, because there wasn’t quite enough room in the bedroom.  But the prospect of trying to write in the study, with all that… stuff…

I knew it would never work.  I’d be more inclined to start tidying up than do any productive writing.  So I woke up yesterday morning and decided to move the desk.

But first, I needed to rearrange some of the kitchen.

Why I hear you ask?  Well, it began with a need to make some space in the linen cupboard, because I decided that to get the desk out of the study and into our bedroom, I needed to get some of the stuff out of the study.  And while I was at it, I might as well begin organizing the study a little better because you know how it is when you move into a house, and you get to that point where you’re sick of unpacking and things just start getting shoved into the rooms willy-nilly?  The study kind of ended up like that.

So I wanted to reorganize some stuff in the kitchen, to fit the extra kitchen stuff which had collected in half of the linen cupboard, so that I could move some stuff into the linen cupboard from the study, and then I could get the desk out and into our bedroom



But then while I was at it, I had a brainwave.  We recently inherited a wonderful display cabinet from BIL & SIL, and we were considering getting rid of our old cabinet, but then I had a thought.  I could use the old cabinet in the study for better organization!  And get the desk out of the room, and while I was at it, completely rearrange all the shelves!


So consequently, to get my little desk out of the study and seven feet down the hallway and into our bedroom, I moved kitchen stuff around, got kitchen stuff out of the linen cupboard and got it into kitchen cupboards, moved blankets and things out of the laundry cupboards and into the linen cupboard, moved crafty stuff out of the study and into the laundry cupboards… and got the desk out of the study and set up in our bedroom.  Where it looks beautiful, and it’s my own little space and I’m going to be very happy writing in there with the morning sun streaming in through the window.

Which left me with a study which looks like a bomb had hit, shelves half-filled, other shelves empty, a filing cabinet which didn’t look right where it was, and numerous stuffed toys (I’m an addict) which needed to be organized.

So it turns out, moving my little ‘writing space’ into the other room constituted an all day marathon, ‘voluntolding’ the help of Son # 2 and Son #3 to help lift the really heavy stuff, and completely rearranging the kitchen, the linen cupboard, the laundry cupboards, the study and our bedroom to make it all ‘work’.

Mission accomplished!  And now, I’m ready for Monday to roll around because I’m all ready to write!



Big News Announcement!

This week, I have signed a contract with the boutique publisher, Creativia, and they will be taking over publication of my current bibliography and we will be working together into the future on new books (i.e. when I get around to writing them.)
I am very much looking forward to working with Miika and the Creativia team, they will be helping out with much of the marketing requirements, which is the part of being an indie author that has really gotten me down in the past few months. With Creativia’s assistance, I hope to get back to doing what I love most – writing down the words, and this new partnership should help greatly in that regard.


Blog Tour – The Nememiah Chronicles by D.S. Williams (That’s ME!!)

AUTHOR: D.S. Williams
EDITOR: T.D. Williams
GENRE: Paranormal Romance
LENGTH: 326 pages
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Charlotte Duncan has relocated to the small town of Puckhaber Falls, with only one goal in mind – to end her life after a devastating tragedy in her past.
The friendly nature of the local residents, along with an accidental meeting with a mysterious stranger, gives Charlotte reason to pause and reconsider the path she has chosen.
She finds herself drawn to Lucas Tine – the man is an enigma and Charlotte has difficulty understanding why she is so enamored of him. What is it about this man, which she finds so difficult to ignore?
As time passes, Charlotte discovers Lucas’s mysterious background – and in turn, reveals some hidden secrets of her own.
The Nememiah Chronicles – Knowledge Revealed is the first book of The Nememiah Chronicles Series by D.S. Williams.
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The sound of rushing water increased in volume and between two ancient firs a fine mist rose over the water, creating a mini rainbow in the dappled sunlight.  I slowed down, cautiously picking a safe route towards the river’s edge.  The water was crystal clear – every rock, every pebble was visible on the sandy riverbed, and the flow of water was smooth and languorous.  Thick foliage drooped along the steep banks, trailing into the water.  It was a joyous montage of reds and yellows as the trees turned in the cool autumn weather, preparing for winter ahead.  There was a steep plunge in the direction of the falls and the water flowed and eddied as the river sped towards the drop.  It must have been forty feet from the top of the falls to the river below, the water rushing down the sheer drop and crashing onto the heavy boulders at the base.  I stepped steadily closer, my breathing calm as I watched the water roaring across the edge.

This was where I would end my life.
It would be easy this way, quick and leaving no room for uncertainty.  One single step and I’d be beyond failing, as I’d done so many times before.  It was isolated; nobody would find my remains and that would solve one issue which had stopped me in the past – the idea of someone finding me.  I wanted nobody in that situation, forced to deal with the trauma of finding a dead body.
And it would be fast, probably only a few seconds, to hit the boulders below.  If the fall didn’t kill me, death would come swiftly in the icy water.  I picked up a small branch and threw it into the water experimentally, watching it spin and twirl towards the edge of the waterfall before plummeting to the rocks below, vanishing under swirling foam and mist.
Satisfied with my plan, I smiled grimly.  I felt calm and confident, totally at peace with my decision.
Almost intuitively, I took a small step forward, out onto the slimy, moss-covered boulders at the lip of the waterfall.  And another.  My teeth began to chatter.  Only two more steps and my life would be over, two more steps would lead to a serenity that had been missing from my life, for so long.
I took one tiny step, mesmerized by the water thundering down the cliff.  I was vaguely aware of being wet, the spray wafting up from the falls and landing in fine droplets on my face, running down my neck.
Just one more step.
I lifted my foot, but something hooked firmly around my waist in the same second, snatching me backwards from the falls.  I lost my footing on the slippery rocks and tumbled backwards, plunging headfirst into the freezing river.  The shockingly cold water took my breath away and I swallowed a large mouthful, my throat, and lungs burning.  It felt like a thousand needles plunged into my skin as I struggled underwater.  Before I had a chance to panic, I was wrenched upwards and found myself facing an infuriated Lucas Tine.
Are you trying to kill yourself?” he demanded, his eyebrows furrowed together while he glared at me with undisguised fury.  His shoulders were stiff with tension, his hands gripped firmly around my upper arms.
Though distracted by the abrupt dunking, I saw the flare of silver in his dark blue eyes, pulsating with energy as he continued to stare down at me.  He was waiting for a response and I cowered beneath his angry gaze, feeling like a complete and utter fool.  I was soaked through – my jeans, sweater, and the heavy coat I’d been wearing were all wringing wet and my teeth chattered incessantly.  Even if I wasn’t freezing, I couldn’t answer – what was I going to say?  How could I tell this complete stranger that his guess was correct, and he’d just stopped me from achieving my desire?  I did the only possible thing in the ridiculous circumstances.  I burst into tears.
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Wife and mother to four demanding teenagers, D.S. Williams started writing at the age of five, when life was simpler and her stories really didn’t have to make much sense. When you’re five, happily ever after always ended the story and how you got there didn’t matter so much.
Older and wiser, D.S. Williams has continued to write… and write… and write. With the support and encouragement of her husband and friends, she has finally come to the conclusion that she can’t keep hiding from the world forever and should try sharing the numerous novels which have been written over the past 40+ years.
D.S. Williams enjoys writing (obviously), reading (voraciously) and making lists (obsessively). She’s enjoyed a lifelong addiction to foods starting with ‘ch’ – cheescake, chocolate and chips – and when it comes to books, she loves a really good cliffhanger. Be warned!
She shares her life with her husband of twenty eight years, the Gang of Four and the current furry residents, Tuppence the Groodle and Angus the Bull Mastiff.
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Hugely successful free weekend for Nememiah – Knowledge Revealed

It was an amazing weekend, frantically busy and far more successful than I’d ever imagined. I thought perhaps I’d have between 50-100 people downloading the book over the two days – in fact, we hit 700 downloads in the last couple of minutes. Already some good has come out of the marketing campaign, with a new 5 star review received from one of the reader’s who downloaded (and loved) Knowledge Revealed.
A huge thanks to everyone who put up with my endless ads and posts over the weekend – your patience (and support) was appreciated.

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