June 13, 2016 · 7:48 am
Please help me welcome author Dianne Noble, who is sharing the moments that changed her life and her latest release…
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Being born on Bonfire Night in Hazlewood Castle. Not nobility, despite my name! It was a nursing home.
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First day at school, first of fifteen I would attend. Sat on the toilet and hoped the bus would go without me.
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Aged seven, sailed to Singapore on a troopship. Took 28 days and I saw a camel on the banks of the Suez Canal.
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Three years later the RAF moved us to Lancs, England. Never been so cold in my whole life after the heat and sun of Singapore.
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Cyprus next at the time Turkey was threatening to invade. I was a teenager surrounded by handsome UN peace-keeping troops. My father lost the last of his hair.
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Marriage to a Civil Engineer who took me to Bahrain in the Arabian Gulf. Loved the place and worked in the British Embassy.
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Back in England, divorced and a single parent. Tough years but character forming.
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Kids grown and flown so back on my travels. India, China, Israel, Guatemala & Russia amongst others, keeping comprehensive journals.
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Started novel writing using said journals. Travelled more. Wrote more.
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Tirgearr Publishing accepted my novel Outcast based in India. There are many more in the pipeline, based in Egypt, Morocco, maybe Iran. Who knows?
WOW…what a life you’ve led. Fascinating! Thank you so much for sharing, Dianne. Congratulations on your new release! The cover is beautiful.
Blurb:
Rose leaves her Cornwall café to search for her daughter in the sweltering slums of Kolkata, India.
In the daily struggle for survival, she is often brought to her knees, but finds strength to overcome the poverty and disease and grows to love the Dalit community she helps.
But then there are deaths, and she fears for her own safety.
Excerpt:
A beggar was pulling at her sleeve, a woman carrying a baby with two front teeth so new they still had scalloped edges. Clutching on to her frayed sari was a tiny girl wearing pink knickers and nothing else. Rose looked down at them. She knew better than to give to beggars, knew she’d be overwhelmed in a stampede. But there was something in the woman’s eyes, a hopelessness which tore at her chest. She hesitated then put her hand in her bag but the woman had already turned away, was slipping between the cars to cross the road. ‘Wait,’ Rose called.
The girl pulled her hand free of her mother’s and darted back to Rose. And then the explosion came.
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