I made my way to the National Liberal Club yesterday for the SWWJ tea. I had not been to London for over a year due to the rail strikes. Confusing directions led me to go a long way round but I arrived in plenty of time, with books for sale as requested.
The room was laid out so beautifully I took a photo with my mobile phone but, unfortunately, when I got home it wasn’t there. I hate smartphones.
We had a delicious tea and I chatted to a group from Surrey and bought a copy of a book by Mary Rensten called “Letters from Malta.” However, I had to leave early to return to Worthing and missed the final part of the session. I left a copy of “Reflections” for the raffle.
The whole trip made me feel old as, across the day, I had four offers of a seat on the trains and tube, FOUR! I must look awfully ancient.
Wow! It seems I am read in the UK, too. I wonder if any of you like easy reading stories based in the past- not the distant past – the 1960’s. I wrote about young love and adventure in the UK in the 60’s when life seemed full of possibilities but people were basically more innocent, when girls hitchhiked alone without fear of consequences and it was possible to afford a flat share.
The book is called “A Lesson for the Teacher” which was probably a mistake as the word ‘teacher’ puts some people off. I called it that because, as a young teacher one tends to think that you know everything and it is only when you are out in the big wide world you discover how ignorant you are, especially about men!
It is probably my last novel (of six) as I have turned to drama and poetry. I’ll try to find a cover picture.
All there was between the hotel and the sea.The story for today is what happened on the beach. We sat under a parasol on two loungers.While hubby went into the sea with his snorkelling gear I read a novel. The lady on the next lounger said ” I liked the cover of your book.” As I had brought a copy of “Never Run Away” and put it in the hotel library I replied ” Thank you – that’s one of six. I hope you enjoy the story. I did wonder if anyone was going to pick it up.”
“No, I meant the book you are reading.”
“Oh, I thought you meant the one I wrote.”
“Do you write books?”
So I told her about them and she said she would read the copy in the hotel. I think she’ll like it as she reads ‘women’s books,’ whereas someone who liked detective novels or sci-fi might not be so interested.
When we had conversed for a little longer I turned to find hubby climbing out of the sea, assisted by THREE young women! He’d lost his footing on the sandy ledge and they’d rushed to help. Unforgettable!
We are down to the last fifteen of “Reflections,”with orders still coming in. Maybe I ought to concentrate on writing and publishing poetry instead of trying to learn script writing. I was worried about not having an ISBN number but selling person to person seems to be my forte.
May be off line for a while soon. Trying to write a short story but the plot is sliding away from me because it is based on fact. Some people can mix the two but I find it almost impossible. ( Except in ” A Lesson for the Teacher”) Booking up for a book fair in March – had to buy a new diary!
Some poems cry out to be read aloud while others are just for private consumption. Our poetry anthology has both and I had the pleasure of reading out a couple last night at the Willows folk club in Arundel. This time I read one by our friend Bryan as that was more likely to make people laugh and it did. I get a real kick out of making people laugh. I can see why comedians enjoy their job.
I bought a copy of Pam Ayres’ verses from a charity stall last month and found a new favourite. Although I like “I wish I’d looked after me teeth,” there’s one entitled “Heaps of Stuff” which is so true I feel I want to find somewhere to recite it, just to get a reaction! Mind you, I can’t do that lovely accent so it might not be so successful.
The book is “The Works” selected poems, and the quality varies so I won’t do a review.She said herself her verses were written to be spoken out loud and she sounds great performing them.
Well. I finished the fiction book first. The author is Chris Bohjalian and for most of the story I was gripped by the characters and their plight. I enjoyed the spooky house and the ‘herbalists’ but found it a little more difficult to cope with the ‘ghosts.’
I was , however, very disappointed with the ending. Why do so many writers rush the endings? I would have liked to hear the group planning how they were going to get away with what they had done and I lost empathy with the hero in the epilogue.
Sixty eight copies now gone or going. I need to keep some to take on holiday. I guess it will all slow down from now on. Trouble is, I have been so busy marketing that I haven’t written anything for two weeks. Looking forward to producing the pantomime, starting next month and then the scriptwriting course. Thoroughly enjoying two books I am reading at the moment, one fiction, one non-fiction. I’ll review them when I have finished. I don’t seem able to find folk on Goodreads so I’m communicating on twitter instead. More about my activities can be found on http://www.juliecround.co.uk