Mysteries

What a strange day, yesterday. While hubby and I were in Tesco’s, in the line to pay, I commented to the attractive young lady in front of us how beautiful her purchases of bunches of iris’s were. She said they were a bargain. We chatted for a while and then, once she had bought them, she presented me with one of them!

I must admit, I felt a little uncomfortable but they are here on the table and still look great.

As for the anthology, I am getting more pre-orders from folk who trust my writing. At this rate we will soon sell 100 copies!

Happenings

News about the panto and the poetry anthology yesterday. The anthology is with the printer and I should see a draft next week. I had great fun looking at potential borders on the computer but left it to him in the end as I could have been there for hours. He showed me how to drag and drop in windows. I wish I knew more about computers!

Then the technician at the talking newspaper gave me some advice about turning a panto into something for audio. I need to add a lot more that I assumed people would know was happening by putting it into the dialogue. It turned out that not everyone has seen the film ( a very common children’s story that I took from the book) I’ll let you know which one nearer the time. The film was a musical but I’m not having music – just sound effects!

Then, last night we were treated to a splendid evening with the Blue Coconut Orchestra at the Willows Folk Club. Brilliant musicians.We are singing again tonight with the surgery group – must be good for us!

Sorry You Missed Us

People supporting Armed Forces Day, leaving the Steyne

Umbrella’s up – racing to get out of the rain

Their duty done, tombola tickets bought

And sympathy extended to the belly dancers

Gyrating in the breeze, smiling at the applause.

Now homeward bound along the prom

Coat collars up, hoods hiding hair.

A coach load of day trippers from Wales

Running from the windy pier – glad to be going home.

This is Worthing on a cold summer Saturday.

Even with the Artists’ trail to follow

It is not a place to stand and stare

Or look at a flapping gazebo of books.

Six local authors see their hopes

Swept away as folk speed past.

The weather beat us, as we shivered,

Our precious offerings ignored.

“I’ll come back” said one lady,

“I’m doing the trail – you’ll still be here?”

A young man stopped, demonstrating to his friends

He could appreciate words on a page

But gave an excuse, leaving without a book.

A huddle of students ran across the road, not looking back

We stayed, unnoticed, shivering in the wind

So sorry you missed us.

 

Marking time

The pantomime has been put on hold as I realised that, although when I wrote it the references were topical, things change so quickly that the world could seem a very different place by Christmas. No matter, I have had a great response from folk who want to participate and I have noted their contact numbers for when I have updated the script.

The poetry anthology is nearly ready. I don’t know how many pages it will be until we get the layout right but there is a fine mix of thoughtful and funny verses.

I am about to revamp my website to emphasise the fact that I am happy to give talks. At the moment the books take centre stage but only the most recent one seems to be selling and the others deserve a look, especially “Never Run Away.” Every time we go to Morrisons I think of the action on the railway line in the story. Morrisons have changed the road layout and a lot of people are getting confused by the new one way system. Time will tell if it is an improvement.

Recording

I have just returned from recording a magazine for the Voice of Progress, a local newspaper for the blind. I was lucky enough to meet a folk singer/song writer who had had a fascinating background and who was willing to share it with our listeners and sing a few songs while he played the guitar.

Littlehampton and Worthing are fortunate in having this facility where free discs are sent to people who have registered with the charity so that they can hear local news and listen to items chosen by the readers, which can include pieces about history, travel nature, music and, in my case, poems and stories. I’ll add a couple of verses from one of the poems I used this morning.

Wonderful Worthing.

Sunny Worthing is the place to stay

A town between the South Downs and the sea

Maybe you’ll never want to go away

So much to entertain you, here, is free.

There’s festivals, parades and fairs and fun

There’s jazz and folk and organ concerts too

There’s parks for younger ones to climb and run

And artists’ open houses¬†– all to view.

 

Talk

Have just returned from a talk that eight of the Sea Scribes gave to members of Worthing’s Phoenix Club at their speaker’s lunch. The food was delicious and we were treated to a glass of wine each.

Then we took turns in talking about how to write and publish books. Elaine Hankin had ordered it so that we each had a subject, non-fiction, plotting and character, proof reading etc. and then three of us told how we self published. I go-it-alone, Elaine uses Feedaread and Angela uses Createspace.

We took books as examples and hoped for sales but, although we did get some interested folk asking questions, it was not intended as a selling event and so it transpired.

When I came home I found my play was not going to be used in a local festival and the competition I entered closed yesterday, although I only found out about it today. They asked for a sonnet and if ¬†they don’t want it I’ll post it on here next week.

All good fun!