Monday, November 30, 2015


Memories of the little bumps we have as we journey on until THE END.

Back in February I was taken by ambulance to the hospital. I had a high fever.

I was dying. I knew it. I felt it. Comforted by the way my long life was ending. No pain. A gentle way to leave the world behind. I didn't feel a bit apprehensive about what would happen next.

Wheeled into the emergency department at the Royal Jubilee Hospital. I closed my eyes. Dying. Letting go. Calming. Then:

A gentle touch. A gentle male voice. "Mrs. Birt.." The doctor on call  decided I wasn't dying.  Instead I was admitted to the hospital.

In all my long life I had never been a patient in a hospital! This new experience captivated me. I enjoyed the attention. The great nursing staff. The doctors who cared for me. Such a fuss and I enjoyed it all.

I had family visiting from England and my darling great granddaughter, Caroline climbed up on my bed with a book so I could read to her.

That's my hospital story.

Find my e-books on line. Please buy them! Enjoy page turning wonderful reads. Like: A VERY DIFFICULT MAN.  ISABELLE'S DIARY.  ISABELLE'S STORY.  RING AROUND THE MOON.  TOO YOUNG TO DIE.

If you like a time travel romance. RING AROUND THE MOON is the book for you. It takes place in Cornwall, England.

Anita Birt. 

Sunday, November 29, 2015


Frost is on more than a pumpkin to-day. The field across the way was covered in frost so was the sidewalk. I do not venture out when there's a risk of me falling. At my age a fall could be the end of the road for me. I went out this afternoon in bright sunshine, the kind of day when I feel how good it is to be alive.

I miss seeing my family. My son and daughter-in-law will be our for a visit either before or after Christmas. But joy of joys, my grandson, Fraser, his wife, Francesca and their two little girls, Caroline and Imogen are coming to see me next week!  Wonderful.

I eagerly await hearing from my hundreds (?) of readers about a bump along on a life journey. Surely I  am not alone.  It's interesting about me being strange about worms, throw one at me and I'll start running scared and screaming.

Fear is a strange thing.

1944. When the ship behind mine in the convoy was blow out of the ocean by a huge torpedo the explosion lifted me right up and slammed me down on my bunk. I wasn't afraid! I obeyed all the rules, dressed in warm clothes and carried my life jacket to the salon where we passengers assembled awaiting orders. Our ship was not damaged! The captain would not allow us out on deck. More explosions rocked my ship. We sailed on. Not until days later did we find out the awful nature of the sinking of two ships. If you want to read my account, leave your name and e-mail address and I'll send it to  you.


Read about them on my website. Look at the beautiful covers.


Saturday, November 28, 2015

ANITA BIRT - Bumps along life's journey

My bump left me paranoid about worms - plain ordinary earth worms.  I told my daughter-in-law, Alana what I had written. I often wondered why she went ballistic when a  wasp came near. Now I know. It was a bump along her life journey.

When she was three years old, she'd been playing in the garden and a bee flew straight at her, she ducked and it somehow got into her little panties and stung her. It hurt a lot. She screamed for her mother who caught the bee and stamped on it. Alana still remembers what the bee looked like, squashed. From that day to this, Alana is truly fearful of wasps and bees. Like me with worms, she can't get over the fear. If perchance a wasp gets into the car - get off the road safely and get rid of the wasp.

If someone reads my blog, do you have a story to tell about a bump along your life's journey? Please share it as a comment and I'll add it to my "bump" collection.

Do boys have fearful moments in life?

Change of topic. "Fill your life with the things that bring you joy, and see how they touch other people and realize their lives are not so different." A quote from a book: :"Bread, Wine, Chocolate." by Simran Sethi.

I'm tempted to buy the book but : Get thee behind me, Satan.   Books to me are like an addiction. I must stop buying them  My small apartment has no more room. One of us will have to go, me or the books!

I live in a retirement community. Thanks to the efforts of our librarian, Mary Norton, we have a splendid collection of everything from biographies to murder, mysteries to romance novels, to humour - the collection is amazing. All my books are in the library.


I'd love to have a comment!

Thursday, November 26, 2015


My blog is up and working. So many ideas have run rampant through my brain I'm not sure where to start. One of my ideas was to talk about incidents or an incident in my long life journey and how it impacted on me as I grew up.

So to begin: When I was a little girl, four years old, I was playing on the grass and on the sidewalk at the front on my house. My brother, younger than me, was pushing himself on a kiddy-car. It was summertime. Some big boys came past and one of them put a big earth worm down the back of my sundress. I ran screaming for my mother. She came out immediately and got the worm out. It was a terrifying experience for a little girl.

From that day to this I cannot touch worm. We lived in Burlington when I was a teenager. Word soon got about worms were useful to terrify me. On rainy mornings with worms on the sidewalk I left for school early to miss the boys and the threatening worms.

It probably sounds ridiculous since worms are harmless little creatures but the horror stays with me. I have tried to touch one and can't, even with a glove on! When we lived in Montreal our house was next to a field, our daughter came in with a grass snake in a jar. "OUT! I cried."  Lesley ran off with her snake. I never want to visit Africa in case a snake falls out of a tree and slithers round me.

Have any of you had an experience that affected your life in one way or another? Doesn't have to be a major trauma. Look what a worm did to me. Share it with my blog.

Next blog let's look at the things that bring us joy. A famous Greek philosopher, whose name escapes me, thought life was meant to be pleasurable.

Anita Birt, author of :  A DIFFICULT MAN.  ISABELLE'S DIARY.  ISABELLE'S STORY.    RING AROUND THE MOON.   TOO YOUNG TO DIE. They are available as e-books and in hard cover.

Anita Birt

Friday, November 20, 2015


My blog has been out of commission for days and days but my wonderful computer helper as me back at work. Now where was I? Over the lazy days of summer I have neglected everything including my book, "Lady Mary and Murder on the Canal Boat." However, it is coming along. I have 45,000 words and I can see the end approaching.

I do hope you have been buying my romance novels. Here they are again to jog your memory and your wallet. They are available as e-books and are really cheap!

A VERY DIFFICULT MAN (Historical romance,when a young lady is hired to read to him! He does not want her and does his best to get rid of her. Throws books at her!)

ISABELLE'S DIARY, ( Contemporary with a ghost and link to the past. A modern romance to keep you turning the pages)

 RING AROUND THE MOON (A time travel romance he comes from the past to the present time.
she's an American who has rented a cottage in Cornwall, England. A man from two hundred years in the past! An artist. He has no modern documentation, how can he survive? Falling in love helps.)

ISABELLE'S STORY (historical - linked with ISABELLE'S DIARY  (did she really come as a ghost to the present time? Why? Read how she almost died on a desolate moor)

TOO YOUNG TO DIE  (a nanny has a three month old baby to care for but international thieves have murdered the baby's parent and now search for the nanny. She has knowledge they must have and will stop for nothing)

I am close to finishing my mystery which is the beginning of a series with Lady Mary, A quiet but determined solver of mysteries - with help from the police. She seems to stumble into problems, like fining a dead body. I'll let you know when I finished and polish my book.

In the meantime, life goes and I age. I don't have the writing energy I used to have so sitting and writing means setting aside an hour or two a a day to write. My husband is no longer with me. I miss  his quiet encouragement.

I'll be back soon now I have my blog up and running.

Anita Birt