Today on my blog I have a guest post by author Sadie Mitchell, whose debut book Silencing Anna has todays spotlight.
Voices surround Anna as she lies on her hospital bed, but she cannot answer them. Her voice has been taken, along with her mobility and her sight. She can hear the nurses chattering and her family that come to visit. Her mum cries a lot and her dad struggles to deal with what he sees. Life used to be good for Anna, but life can change in a heartbeat, as she knows so well.
And then there are the people we think we know. When the smile hides the anger. When the beauty hides the beast.
Only Anna knows the truth, but Anna cannot speak.
About the author
This is Sadie’s first novel. She has three children and and a rabbit. She works in healthcare. When she’s not writing or working most of her life seems to involve picking up toys and finding things she’d forgotten she has.
Social Media Links –
Twitter – @sadiedmitchell
Instagram – sadiemitchellauthor
Here is Sadie’s guest post on her wee brain.
My wee brain
I used to think that the way my mind worked was a problem. I can become so absorbed in what I am doing that the whole house could burn down around me and I probably wouldn’t notice until my hair caught fire.
School was a challenge. I’d stare out of the window or look at the back of my hands and the next thing the bell would be ringing and I wouldn’t have done any work and a whole hour would have passed. Where had I been?
My brother would laugh as I walked past our house, 100 yards down the street, deep in thought, only to stop, look up and retrace my steps, having walked past my very own front door accidentally. I was called daft, dreamy, dozy and dopey. ‘Pay attention,’ was a phrase uttered at me every day. I tried, but I just couldn’t maintain it.
And the mess! I shock myself sometimes when I walk back into a room that I’ve been in. Opened cupboards and drawers, things strewn everywhere. I don’t mean it, and I try not to do it, but it happens all the time. And I have had to accept the fact that I am quite obsessive, becoming absorbed in an activity and doing it to the extreme, boring the shit out of my family and friends until suddenly, it subsides, and the next thing takes its place. I have spent my life wishing that I am not like this. But I am.
Around a year ago I met an educational specialist. We got chatting and with my permission he did a mini assessment. And lo and behold, it turns out that I appear to have been blessed with attention deficit disorder. I’m not hyperactive, quite the opposite, but girls and women usually aren’t. ‘Are you sure?’ I asked him, ‘because I can concentrate on some things.’ It turns out that the ability to write a 100,000 word document is actually something called hyperfocus, which is common in people with ADD. I have it in spades!
I don’t mind my brain now. I have learned to work with it, and appreciate it. I have a good career which I adore, and I know that the next time I want to write a book, I just need to tap into that hyperfocus and go for it.
Please do go along and check out the other blogs that have contributed to this tour. The names of the blog and their dates are listed below.