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I submitted Daisychains of Silence to Legend Press a month ago, and the more I discover about the company’s innovative, accessible approach and the fresh, original books they publish, the more I believe they would be the perfect home for Daisychains.
“WOW I’m in love, I’m in love love love. I have mowed through such a lot of manuscripts here, which can be a little discouraging sometimes, so it’s just such an absolute JOY to find this beautifully written, sensitive, freaky, cool, wonderful book. Ms. Mair. It’s some of the loveliest, most polished and elegant prose I’ve seen on here. I would buy this in a heartbeat. I love Daisy. She breaks your heart from the first moment. How she is with her mom, with Joanna, it’s so believable, so warm despite all the pain and weirdness …
Also the themes of sewing, needles, weaving … women. I grew up with seamstresses and even the way you describe cutting thread and knotting the end is so truthful, and just right somehow. Not a false note anywhere and so perceptive and wonderfully observant.”
Fingers crossed that Legend Press agree!
Yes, it’s fiction. And yes, it’s needlework, but neither quite as we know it.
Many of the ideas and concepts within the pages of this novel stem from my experience – the need to ‘keep it stitched’, probably the most powerful theme that runs throughout the novel.
Secrets are a burden, lies are worse. I kept silent for too many years, even after certain family truths were uncovered. Lies can cause chaos to those unknowingly trapped in the ‘protective’ veil of anothers’ deceit, spiralling them into a vortex of mental illness, self-harm, suicide and early death – consequences that may reverberate through generations of a family.
Daisychains of Silence is a work of fiction which illustrates how forgiveness trancends all hurts, accommodates the seemingly unbearable, and cuts pain off it its source. Daisy struggles to get there, but get there she does, growing through her experiences and learning acceptance along the way.
I am not Daisy, and the events and characters in the story are fictitious, borne of my imagination. My life experiences led me to the story.