Amaranth
Trapped somewhere between life and death, a young woman seeks freedom and peace while she tries to remember what drove her to kill herself.
Eva Hamilton remembers wanting to die, and the relief she felt as she fell to her death, but not what drove her to it. Alone and filled with regret, she exists now in her own private purgatory, destined to dwell amongst the living, never able to communicate with them.
When Eva meets Timothy, she hopes she has found someone who can help her uncover the secret of why they are forced to remain amongst the living, and if there is any escape. But Timothy is far more accepting of his fate, and seems content to ponder, rather than solve, the riddle of their existence. Torn between the warmth of Timothy’s friendship, and the aching desire to find a way out, Eva must choose between comfort and darkness.
But maybe there is a third option; a chance meeting with two grieving orphans has Eva thinking there may be a purpose for her after all.
Back in 2009 I awoke one morning from a dream that I had started writing a novel about a girl called Eva. The name of the book in the dream is way too embarrassing to share with you, but it did plant the seed of an idea in my mind.
I have been writing in one form or another since I was five or so years old. I used to write little books, complete with (terrible) illustrations, staple them together and give them away as gifts. Even back then I would brag about how I was going to be an author when I grew up.
The problem was that I never had any truly good ideas. Even when I decided to study “Professional Writing” in my 20s, I had a horrible time coming up with ideas to complete the assignments. I’m fairly sure most of what I wrote was complete rubbish. Don’t get me wrong, I think the writing itself was probably quite sound, it was the fact that it was based on almost nothing that brought it down.
So anyway, after I had the Eva dream I started to think about writing again, for the first time in years. Walking home from work one day I looked around at the other people going about their business and thought to myself, “I really don’t pay attention to any of these people. They could be ghosts, and I would never know.” And the idea for Amaranth was born.
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How many times have I heard people say that the modern woman can “have it all”? So many that I’ve lost count. I’m here to say that you can’t. Anyone who says you can is either kidding herself or has a very different definition of “all” than I do.






