Rosanna Teale
Bio
I write character driven fiction which I started to publish five years ago in memory of my late husband. I have always written and had the publishing dream - still do! I live in Devon with Pickle and Scamp my blogging dogs.
Stories (18/0)
Matters of Life and Death
If you haven't been there you have no idea what it feels like. That is so true of many situations. People think they understand, imagine that they can put themselves in other people's shoes but in reality they can't. This came home to me very forcibly when my husband died and I was on my own dealing with everything that had to be done whilst trying to find my way through my own grief. The only people who had any idea of what I was going through were other widows.
By Rosanna Teale4 years ago in Poets
So What Did You Do In Lock Down?
Lock down has meant very different things to different people. Some have become dedicated couch potatoes, others have lost weight and become super fit. Some have redecorated their house and others have lavished love and attention on their garden. I had very good intentions. Really! I was going to systematically work through each room in the house until it sparkled. I was going to catch up with my gardening. Neither of those good intentions bore fruit which is a shame really. Both house and garden would have welcomed the attention and my garden used to be my pride and joy. Now the kindest way to describe it is to say it is a haven for wildlife.
By Rosanna Teale4 years ago in Journal
The View From the Dog House Pt 16
The view from the Dog House is very different to actually being in the dog house, and we are very much in the dog house just now. We have apparently committed a crime most heinous—so much so that we aren't even going to tell you what it is. Suffice to say that Herself is livid, and has told us our pedigree in no uncertain terms. We are the worst chaps in the history of Teale Towers apparently. If we weren't in her life, apparently she would be so much better off as we are not cheap to run.
By Rosanna Teale5 years ago in Petlife
The View from the Dog House Pt. 15
We always remember Daddy's birthday even though he died five years ago when we were only two. Up to now, we have spent the week in which his birthday falls at the Bolthole, and had a quiet day during the course of which a bottle of champagne has bitten the dust. We, of course, are not boozy boys, but apparently Mr. Sweep, one of our predecessors, was very partial to a nip or two and on one notable occasion helped himself to someone's pint of beer whilst out in the pub. Apparently he also used to do the rounds when parties were held, helping himself from people's glasses. But not us!
By Rosanna Teale5 years ago in Petlife
The View from the Dog House (Pt. 14)
Some people say "Rabbits, rabbits, rabbits" on the first day of the month for good luck. Others say "White rabbits, brown foxes," whilst there are some who say "Pinch, punch first of the month." It will come as no surprise we are sure, when we tell you that at Teale Towers we say all three. However, it has to be the first thing a chap says after midnight and unfortunately, we missed it this time around. Well these things happen when a chap gets preoccupied.
By Rosanna Teale5 years ago in Petlife
The View from the Dog House (Pt. 13)
I, Scamp, the Pawsome one am mightily offended. I am told that I am going grey around the gills. I thought it was only fish who had gills? Going grey is for old people and I am only seven. O.K. - and a half but that is nothing! Even she who thinks she should be obeyed at all times isn't grey and she is ancient. But apparently my brown patches on my face are nearly white. They used to match the patch around my tail piece which is still vibrant thankfully, but what has happened to my face patches I can't imagine; maybe they just faded in all that sunshine.
By Rosanna Teale5 years ago in Petlife
The View from the Dog House (Pt. 12)
Well obviously I was not going to let my brother Pickle hog the limelight, so listen up! Scamp has seized the platform! I am truly the brains behind us. I have been talking about blogging for years and I am still pressing for a Twitter account. Who do you think it was that persuaded Herself that she needed to ditch the pathetic little phone she had? Can you imagine? She had a phone that she could speak to people on and maybe text. And that was that! Eventually, I managed to convince her to get something that could do those things, but gave her internet and email access and served as a camera, too. "All the better to take spontaneous snaps of me," I said. I'd like to think that that's what swayed her.
By Rosanna Teale5 years ago in Petlife
The View from the Dog House (Pt. 11)
I have commandeered this post, which means my brother Scamp, known to me sometimes as the Squirt, will probably follow suit with the next one. Where Pickle leads Scamp invariably follows. I like to think that I am the leader of the three of us. Unfortunately, so does Scamp on occasion, whilst Herself insists that she should be obeyed at all times and is therefore our illustrious leader. This produces potential problematicals. (JRT speak technical term.)
By Rosanna Teale5 years ago in Petlife
The View from the Dog House (Pt. 10)
Another agent rejected her novel this morning, which is obviously disappointing. However, it was a very encouraging message telling her not to give up as it is, after all, a very subjective industry. So she is determined to crack on. But first she has to get organised. Cleaning isn't easy because we don't like it—any of it —but some serious tidying up is called for. Apparently she has never been particularly tidy and was constantly nagged by her mother who told her as a child that a tidy room showed a tidy mind so she says she is on a mission to get organised. But obviously we need to get this blog together and she finds a glass of wine conducive to creativity...
By Rosanna Teale5 years ago in Petlife
The View from the Dog House (Pt. 8)
Apparently we are not having a holiday this year. That said, there are holidays and holidays. We used to go away for weekends on a regular basis and had some full weeks away as well. We used to go to what we called our Bolthole and we loved it. It was a three bedroom static caravan in Cornwall. It had decking so we used to have somewhere where we could run free or flop out and enjoy the sunshine. Unfortunately, she sold it after a nasty experience letting others enjoy, it but oh! We do miss it—we loved going there.
By Rosanna Teale5 years ago in Petlife
The View from the Dog House (Pt. 7)
Some authors write in a particular genre and all their work relates to that genre. Crime, horror, fantasy, sci-fi, romance—these spring to mind instantly. When asked, she who thinks she must be obeyed at all times says she writes character driven fiction. However, within this you have a whole raft of themes.
By Rosanna Teale5 years ago in Journal
