Love Among The Treetops by Catherine Ferguson
- Women’s Fiction
- Love, Sex & Marriage
- Rural Life
Can love flourish amongst the tree tops?
When pastry chef Twilight Wilson was a young girl, she would hide from school bullies up in the treehouse at the bottom of her garden in her family home in Sussex. It was her special place, and even as an adult she still loves it.
So when her family tell her they can’t afford to live there any more, Twilight is devastated. Not only will they lose their home – but the treehouse too!
She comes up with a plan to save the family home – she’ll start up a cafe in the treehouse! It’s a brilliant idea, and excitement builds as she starts planning the menus, with the help of Theo – a rather attractive man from the gym. But when former school bully Lucy finds out the plan, she starts plotting – and opens her own rival cafe in the village!
Can Twilight save her family home? Will her friendship with Theo ever be anything more? And who will win the cafe wars?
|Guest Post |
Want to be a published writer? Grow a thick skin!
At the age of nine, I was obsessive about Enid Blyton. My guilty pleasure was reading her books with a torch under the covers after lights out. Even at that young age, I knew I wanted to write stories and see my name on the cover of a book.
It was more than forty years before I finally realised that dream!
I do believe that the time was right for me, and that any earlier than that and I probably wouldn’t have had the necessary life experience to make a success of it. But I also sometimes wonder if I could have achieved my dream earlier if I’d had a thicker skin.
I tried, you see, in my early thirties. I thought I’d write a Mills & Boon because I believed back then – very naively, as it turned out – that it would be easy to write this kind of romance. How wrong could I have been? It wasn’t easy at all.
After my manuscript was gently rejected, I decided I’d try writing the first few chapters of a ‘chicklit’ novel and pay to have it critiqued. I thought I’d made a good stab at it so I was completely unprepared for the truly scathing report that came back. I break out in a sweat to this day when I recall how I described cherry blossom trees as resembling wedding hats – and the red pen in the margin stating very sternly, they do NOT look like wedding hats!
That was it for me. After that critique, I put my efforts in a drawer and tried to forget about my dream. From time to time, someone would ask me why I didn’t write any more and I’d give some excuse about lack of time. But deep down I knew it was because I couldn’t bear the thought of being rejected again.
It was only when I was approaching a Big Milestone Birthday that I decided I had the courage to try again. It was now or never. And this time, I found that life had thickened my skin considerably because I was able to keep bashing on, despite the numerous rejections. It took me five years of persistence to land an agent and another year to write a book that publisher HarperCollins Avon really liked. That phone call from the lovely Helen Huthwaite, telling me I’d finally made it, will always be one of the high points of my life.
And of course, it would never have happened at all if I hadn’t absolutely refused to give up . . .
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