Author Event
Hi everyone, I will be part of an author event in the Oundle Literature Festival at Oundle in the United Kingdom on Friday May 5th. It takes place at St. Peter's Church, starting at 730 pm.

Floodtide e-book promotion
Hi everyone, just to let you know that I am running a price promotion on the Floodtide e-book from now until December 24th. In the UK the price has been reduced from £4.99 to £1.99, and in the US it has been reduced from $7.99 to $2.50. Around the world the rest of the currencies are adjusted according to the dollar exchange rate. The price of the print book is currently unchanged at £9.99 GBP.

Later today I will also be posting the next 3 chapters on my website: It takes a little while as I also need to update the summary of the story so far!

I have a busy weekend ahead with the online launch party (on Facebook) this evening for the 12Days anthology, in which I have a story called Avenging Angel. I also have an appearance tomorrow morning at Huntingdon Library with the Telling It group. This is part of Huntingdon Library's Author Festival, and is the first time I've read with them, but I'm looking forwards to it. I will be reading a new childrens' story I've written. I don't normally do childrens' fiction, but I thought I'd have a go as the library wanted something Christmassy/wintry and the Naxadans don't celebrate Christmas! And on Sunday there's another meeting of the Peterborough Fiction Fix.

Here's the blurb:

ON ICY NAXADA, THE SHIRANU FARM IN LAVA TUBES under a dormant volcano, avoiding hunter tribe the Sargussi. But the mutually-hostile tribes’ world will soon be torn apart by natural forces.
    Planetary geologist and astronomer Jordas Krata, part of a team observing an incoming asteroid, becomes telepathically linked with Yado, a Sargussi man, as he cements a relationship with the lovely Shiranu female runaway Soolkah. Jordas enters this precarious balance of nature to rescue both tribes from the destruction about to rain down on them and help resettle them on a safer planet.
    But as a consequence of the brothers in each family group being telepathically linked, and a shortage of females, the social structure of both tribes forces them into polyandry. How can Jordas avoid emotional involvement when he and Yado also share the physical senses – including both painful and pleasurable sensations?

And here's the book cover:

Floodtide Chapters/Peterborough Fiction Fix

Oops! I hadn't realised how long it was since I came on this account, but it just shows how busy I've been. So here are a few things I've been up to:

I've started up a regular meeting of local authors to read from their work. It's called Peterborough Fiction Fix, and we have three 20-minute readings from self-published novels or short stories, followed by a drinks break, and then three 20-minute readings from unpublished/unfinished work (again, novels or short stories). We have a regular Sunday-night slot on the 1st Sunday of the month at a local pub, The Draper's Arms, on Cowgate in Peterborough. Here's the poster for the next meeting:

I've also had rather a busy weekend, with my "Dialogue" workshop running very successfully on Thursday evening at The Deepings Library; on Saturday morning I was at the library for an author event; and Fiction Fix 2 ran on Sunday evening. It was great, because we acquired our first proper audience! I was also suffering a bit at the same time, partly from tiredness, partly from not being very well. Hence, I do apologise that I was late posting my 3 chapters on my website, but you can now read chapters 18-20 of Floodtide at, where there is a catch-up summary to break you in gently. 

Two New Upcoming Workshops in Peterborough, UK

On Wednesday, 6th July, at 6.30 pm – 8.30 pm, I will be delivering a Self-Publishing workshop at City College, Brook St., Peterborough, OE1 1TU. The title is: Print vs. e-Publishing: Which Should you Choose? This is a preliminary look at the differences between getting your novel printed and having it formatted for e-publication.

The college has an on-site cafe and parking nearby. Due to the timing of the workshop it should be possible to pay the overnight rate – £1.50 – in the car park. The No. 5 bus stops fairly near the college (outside/opposite St Mary’s Church Hall.) The course will cost £15/person – booking details below.

Topics covered include:

  • Overview and advantages/disadvantages of print and e-book publishing

  • Types of print publishing

  • Decisions to be Made

  • Covers

  • Paper Sizes and Types and Printing Terminology

  • ISBNs, barcodes and distribution

  • General overview of formatting for print and e-publication

The evening includes a break for refreshments, a PowerPoint presentation, handouts – and examples and discussion.

Maximum no. of places: 15.

And on Thursday 14th July (the following week) I’ll be delivering a Creative Writing workshop at The Goldhay Centre, 105, Paynels, Orton Goldhay, Peterborough, Cambridgeshire, PE2 5QP. This workshop is entitled“Dialogue”, and covers as many aspects as possible of writing dialogue. There will be lots of writing exercises, and some de-mystifying of myths related to writing dialogue! This workshop runs from 6.45 pm – 9 pm and it’s also priced at £15/person. Booking details below.

The Goldhay Centre has no parking of its own, but there is some in the public car park (free!) opposite. There is a supermarket next door to the centre, which is open till about 9 pm, and the No. 1 bus stop is opposite them both. Leaflets and/or posters will be going out to various public locations in the Peterborough area, including the venues, shortly. Keep an eye out for them!

Topics covered include:

  • What do we mean by Dialogue?

  • Representation for Readers

  • Speech

  • Untangling “Dialogue should always Move the Story On or Develop the Characters”

  • What’s different about dialogue?

  • Layout on the page

  • Subtext & Context

  • Contractions

  • Infodumping

  • Speech Tags

The evening includes refreshments, a PowerPoint presentation, handouts – and lots of practice!

Level: Budding writers and improvers.

Maximum no. of places: 20.

Read "Floodtide" for free!

Read Helen Claire Gould's sensational science fiction fantasy novel Floodtide for free now on, where it will be serialised from May through to February 2016.

Currently the first 5 chapters are available to read. On 1st June chapters 6-8 will go up instead, and on 1st July these will be replaced by chapters 9-11, and so on, with the chapters changing on the 1st of every month. On 28th February 2017, the serialisation finishes and the first 3 chapters only will be put back up on the website.

If you can't wait that long to read the whole book, Floodtide is available to buy in print from the website in the UK or on Kindle anywhere in the world that Amazon goes, as well as in several East Anglian bookshops (details on the website). Happy reading!

Floodtide is coming...
My novel Floodtide will be going into local independent bookshops on 14th September, its official publication date. It has been an e-book for a while, but it's taken almost a year for me to get it into actual print.

Video teaser for my novel Floodtide, which is published on Monday September 14th 2015. Many thanks to Alex Storer for his fantastic artwork, music composition, and editing, not to mention encouragement; and to Ormiston Bushfield Academy for the use of their recording studio, along with the talents and help of David Leighton, Sound Mix Engineer, and my son Jason Gould, who did extra recording and sound mixing and editing. Also many thanks to the talented young actors of OBA's Performing Arts Department: Kris Sikora (Marcus Carlin); Jason Gould (Jordas Krata); Matt Moules (Matt Johnson); Katie Pasby (Voiceover). And it was such fun making it as well!

The book launch is at 7 pm on 1st October, at Waterstone's, Peterborough. Here's the teaser:

The Egyptian protests

I have been watching the Egyptian political protests on TV for the past couple of weeks, and was delighted to see so many smiles yesterday when news reached us that Mr. Mubarak had stepped down. Even more delightful was the willingness of the people to clear up, using their own household brooms, and with all the family helping in many cases, after the protests. It really made me feel as if the Berlin Wall was coming down all over again.   

Perhaps I’m being naive about this, but I really hope that the faith of the protesters is answered. For all their forbearance and patience, they deserve to get a workable civilian government which the armed forces will support. And no, it isn’t going to happen overnight, which means that the protesters need to keep up some pressure for change. But in a few months’ time I hope to see on TV that the people of Egypt have held free and fair elections, and have stepped onto the road to democracy, and that their smiles are as wide as they were yesterday. And good luck to them, I say.


17th November, 2010.

Well, I’ve had the operation I’ve waited nearly a year for; now it’s a waiting game to see whether it will help me regain some of my previous mobility.

 On the 14th December of last year I had a minor accident. I slipped on a manky old apple I’d neglected to clear away at the allotment. The next day I awoke to find that my knees had swollen up. It actually looks as if they’ve exploded. It’s very apparent that something that’s on the inside normally is now on the outside. Apparently, it’s my fat balls. When you’ve finished giggling at that, everyone has them, male and female alike, and they’re there to spread the weight of your body within your knees, and act as shock absorbers. The problem I found as I got up that morning and tried to walk around was that I couldn’t fully bend or straighten my knee. I could walk, but it made my legs ache like mad as I had already been suffering from an intermittent hamstring strain.

Three days later I managed to get an appointment with my GP, and he asked me if I’d twisted my knees. At first I didn’t remember about the accident, but later (that night) it came back to me.   

 I was sent for an x-ray to find out if there was anything else going on, and referred to the local hospital’s Musculoskeletal Assessment Unit. When the x-ray result came back, it wasn’t good news: I had arthritis in my right knee, although it was only at an early stage. I remember saying to my GP that that wasn’t going to help matters, as the person I was going to see would focus on that and ignore the accident.

 And that, of course, is exactly what happened. My GP thought there was probably a cartilage problem, which we wanted to focus on. The intention was for me to have an arthroscopy, in which a camera is inserted into the knee to see what is going on, and any possible surgical repairs are done at the same time. Instead, the doctor I saw (I’ll refer to him as Buggerlugs in future) said, “But you’ve got arthritis – don’t you want a new knee?” My reply was, “Actually, I’d rather like to get the old one working properly again.” I was definitely not amused, as it didn’t seem an appropriate response to early arthritis, and I’d waited for 6 weeks for the appointment. I was suffering; I’d already spent some time not being able to drive in order to rest my leg, and I’m the driver in our family.  

 When I told my GP about this he agreed that it was inappropriate for the stage of arthritis I had, not to mention unsatisfactory. But I then had to wait for the report to come in from Buggerlugs before I could be referred on elsewhere, and that took about 3 weeks, much longer than it should have. In the end I rang up and pestered them. When it did arrive, there was no mention of me having a new knee (not that I’m keen to have one, since if you fall over, you can’t get up again without someone to help you). All Buggerlugs said was that a conservative management would be best – in other words, he wasn’t going to do anything except give me exercises to do. 

 I was furious with the way I’d been treated, and decided to take drastic action. I’d had private physiotherapy from a local practitioner three years ago (just before I got interested in Transformers), paid for by my employer at the time. I decided to pay for some private sessions as I was sure it would help. Private medicine is fairly readily available in England, but it does cost: physio is about £45 for a 45-minute session. I did find it helpful, though, because I had ultrasound and deep massage on my hamstring, and over the 5 sessions I went for my walking improved gradually.  

 My GP referred me to a different hospital, at Huntingdon, which is about 16 – 20 miles down the A1 from Peterborough. I had my son there, and it is a very good hospital. He’d also re-referred me there before Christmas for a minor problem which required an operation – more on that later on.  But again, I had to wait for the appointment. Although we have a health service, and some of the doctors are very good, some aren’t, and you always have to wait for an appointment if you want to see a particular doctor. To see a consultant you have to wait about 6 – 8 weeks, so I feel as if I’ve spent the whole year in limbo!

 Eventually I had my appointment with the consultant, and he promptly sent me for 4 x-rays before I had my consultation. I was a bit angry, because I could see more focus on arthritis coming up on the horizon. However, he had a look at my knee, suggested an MRI scan, which was obviously a good idea, and then said that if there was anything that he could do when he had the result of that I’d be having an arthroscopy – keyhole surgery. I was relatively happy with that. The MRI scan would be in 2 – 3 weeks, I was informed, and I’d be notified of the date.

 Two weeks later, I’d heard nothing, and decided to ring the consultant’s secretary. She was helpful, but said that she didn’t know anything of an MRI scan for me. But when she had a look in my file, she discovered that there were two letters, which seemed to have got stuck together. She made the excuse that it took longer than the 2 – 3 weeks the consultant had mentioned to get an MRI scan organised, but I did wonder whether the second letter had been sent off before I phoned...

 Anyway, I went for the scan, that was fine. The consultant had by now referred me to our local hospital again for NHS physiotherapy. It took a while to get going as I was sent three appointments, all of which were then cancelled.  The final time I rang up about rearranging the appointment I pointed out that this kept happening and the receptionist moved me to a different practitioner. I was walking quite well thanks to the private treatment, but very slowly, and not very far. I felt tired all the time as well, and it was difficult to keep going with the Spanish course and the 2 computer courses I’d signed up for before Christmas. My new physio was a young guy, straight out of university. He was lovely, really supportive. (Mind you, so was the private physio lady I’d been going to.) 

A couple of weeks after the scan I received a letter from the consultant. He said that there wasn’t anything they could do for me, and it wouldn’t really help for me to have an arthroscopy as I had arthritis. I was spitting feathers, but also beginning to succumb to depression, as I felt as if I’d never be fit again. A year ago I was an active and relatively healthy person. Now there were lots of things I couldn’t do. The problem was that because I couldn’t get my knee to bend back far enough, I couldn’t get up out of a chair easily. So I had to push myself up with my hands, which were also becoming arthritic, and since the prolonged cold weather spell at Christmas I had had a recurrence of tenosynovitis in my wrists (I had it when I was pregnant with my son), and that in turn had affected my arm tendons, bringing back problems with my elbows and shoulders. I felt as if my whole body was affected by the problem in my knee. Every time I sat down for even half an hour in front of the computer I felt my joints and tendons seizing up when I tried to stand up. (These problems are likely to be ongoing, though at present I’m not getting them as I sit here – I suspect that’s something to do with the anaesthetic I had on Monday.)

On my next appointment with physio guy, I told him what had happened. He did a couple of tests on my knee and said he thought he wouldn’t be particularly able to help with my hamstring problem if I couldn’t bend or straighten my knee. But he also thought I had a torn meniscus, and told me to phone my consultant again. Arthritis or not, he thought that ought to be repaired. 

 So I rang up. When I mentioned the torn meniscus there was dead silence at the end of the line for a moment, then the secretary said, “I’ll just speak to [the consultant] for a moment.” She came back with an appointment for me to go in and see the consultant again.

At the appointment (another several weeks later) I got to see the scan results, though the consultant clicked through them so quickly that all I really noticed were some dark spots he told me were arthritis. (Physio guy had explained to me that arthritis is bone growth gone mad.) That was probably deliberate as he was obviously trying to put over his point of view. At the end of the consultation I explained that I was the driver in the family, and it was affecting my life very severely. I couldn’t be a proper mum to my 13-year-old son, who has Asperger Syndrome, and couldn’t do much about the house. However, he said that I would go on the SOS list – meaning, I was going to be discharged without further treatment, but could ring up at any time in the next 6 months if I was still having problems. In the waiting room I’d been chatting to two young lads who had sports injuries, and they asked me how I’d got on. I shook my head and said, “No, I didn’t. He’s not going to do anything, because of the arthritis.” They were shocked. A few days later, when I was in Peterborough for some reason, I told a lady I sat next to on one of the mall seats that if you have arthritis you’re treated as a second-class citizen. She seemed as shocked as I was. I’ve since realised that there isn’t really that much that they can do for osteoarthritis, although I have done some research on the internet and there are some exciting treatments coming up on the horizon – in several years’ time, though.

 As all this was going on, my Spanish class was coming towards the end of term and I had an appointment to sort out a minor (and more private) problem I’d had for several years. This also meant an operation, and I was convinced I was going to die under general anaesthetic. I’m still here, obviously, but did feel very pressured, especially as I’d enrolled for two computer courses. I’d already completed one of them, but the web design work had to be handed in before I went for my operation. I managed it by the skin of my teeth. (What a ridiculous saying that is – everyone knows there’s no skin on teeth!) And I have now received my certificates, thank you very much! Physio guy gave me some different exercises to do as he knew I’d have to lie down or stand up rather than sit after my upcoming op. I never managed to get on with them, but I did carry on with my previous ones as soon as I felt okay to do so. I had one more appointment with him, but it was several weeks off. I was by now quite depressed and felt that my life was over.    

 At my next appointment with my GP, I was somewhat surprised when he said, “Well, I see you’ve got your arthroscopy.” I was confused, actually. He was going on holiday the next week, so he suggested I ring up and find out what was happening, which I did. But first I rang the Patient Liaison section at the hospital, and got some advice from a helpful lady, who passed my concerns on to my consultant’s secretary. She organised a further appointment with my consultant and got him to write to me to explain the situation. Having been convinced that I wasn’t going to get any surgery, I wanted to know why he’d suddenly changed his mind, but apparently he’d spotted something on the MRI scan that he hadn’t seen before. 

 At my next physio appointment, I had another bombshell. Physio guy was moving on to a different department and was discharging me. He promised to write to my consultant and explain that this was because he hadn’t really been able to help me that much and didn’t feel I would benefit much from physiotherapy until I had had surgery to correct the problems in my knee.

 When I arrived at my next appointment with the consultant, husband in tow to act as a witness and for moral support, he told me he would do the arthroscopy and hopefully it would sort out my problems. Physio guy had referred me back to him as promised and I’m sure that had a major effect on how I got on that afternoon. But I have to say that I have found the consultant rather uncommunicative throughout the whole process, and didn’t, as a result, feel confident that he would act on the information passed to him. I was glad I had my husband with me. I asked a list of questions I’d taken with me, but didn’t feel I received relevant replies, and as a graduate with a science degree I regard myself as a person with a reasonable understanding of the functions of the body, and don’t therefore expect to be patronised.

 However, I’ve had the op. We had a scary moment this afternoon. I was told to remove the bandage after two days, and that under it I would find two small dressings which I mustn’t get wet, but which I could remove after another 5 days. It means I won’t be able to shower or wash my hair for a week – horrific when you like to have a daily shower! I duly started to remove the bandage, but found that there was a crust of old dried blood and that it was impossible to remove the cotton wool wadding underneath without soaking it off. Feeling somewhat fazed, I rang the Health Centre for advice and explained that I couldn’t go to them as I wasn’t allowed to drive for 1 – 2 weeks. So the receptionist rang the District Nurse and asked her to pop round to sort the problem out. She said it would have to be soaked off irrespective of not getting it wet, and had it sorted out and fresh dressings applied in a few minutes.

 Now I can start with the physio exercises I’ve been given, though I think I’m going to have to go carefully as the incisions don’t appear to have been stitched and were still bleeding slightly. We’ll see how I get on. I’ll report further anon.    


Re: Phew!

Well, I’m not much into writing a diary but this has to be a bit of a celebration since I’ve finally managed to get into my own LJ account. I think the trouble started the first time I forgot my password, but I’m not exactly sure why it didn’t work when I changed it.

Anyway, since I’ve signally failed to post anything, including comments, I plan to try to post this as a bit of an experiment, especially as I’ve just been thrown out of LJ for some unkown reason! Then I might try connecting with a few other Transformers fans including my pal mdnytryder.



Log in

No account? Create an account