New Years Eve tonight and I refuse to make a resolution. Yesterday we had our belated family get together and it worked very well with our daughter in-law feeding ten of us in their newly furbished living room. I cannot get used to the way this generation have the TV on all the time, even if they are not watching it, but I suppose it is like the way we use the wireless.
Having just discovered that someone follows ninety blogs I am concerned that I haven’t yet reached many, but then I would have no time for writing books. The next novel is taking shape and I am actually doing a little research this time. I haven’t decided which form of self publishing I will use. I am quite happy with the other six books so I don’t feel inclined to change. I write the story and hand it over to the designer and printer to produce, with input from me on the cover pictures, which we find on line. I am up to 5000 words and suppose, if I was pushed, I’d say finishing this would be a resolution but it doesn’t have to happen in 2018.
Booking a summer holiday for the two of us, with the dog, in a Cotswold cottage, has given me something else to look forward to. It might be self-catering but we usually end up having plenty of meals out . If I disappear for a while it means I’m creating elsewhere. Happy New Year.
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!
A flavour of the countryside where we walked the dog today. I know it isn’t about writing but if I can find attractive pictures I hope I might get more folk interested in reading my back posts.
Peat beneath my feet
tall trees, almost leafless
delicate sunlight streams
through winter branches.
February in Hartshill.
Our family had our Christmas get together yesterday and eight of us and one dog met in Surrey for a meal and gift exchange. It was lovely to see everyone, especially when we were joined by our daughter-in -law’s mother, someone we see very rarely.
There was a massive Christmas tree and we had a turkey dinner with all the trimmings and wine. Our granddaughter looked like a little princess and it was great to meet up with our grandson again as we hadn’t seen him since the spring.
Our son’s scooter magazine on line ( scooterlab.uk) is getting new readers all the time and he had a company Tshirt for his brother. I ordered one for myself. Maybe I’ll get it for my birthday.
My photos didn’t come out very well so I am promising to try harder in 2017. Pictures are the future, I’m afraid.
After a great weekend away I came home to find I couldn’t get onto the internet. Today I asked hubby to reboot his router and WOW I’m back on! Now we know what to do if it happens again.
We were in a hotel in Chatham with other retirees and had some really nice meals until the Sunday night when I chose Eton Mess. Last time I had this it contained meringue – but this version was Summer Fruits and a creamy topping. Not a sniff of meringue! I didn’t mind that it wasn’t just strawberries but NO MERINGUE! I called it Chatham Mess and complained to one of the staff but I don’t know if it got any further.
Driving round Walderslade trying to find the way with or without a sat nav proved a challenge for many of us. Next time we’ll head for Asda’s and hope for the best.
I have just sent off an article to Mature Times as the magazine I first offered it to have not replied.If I get it published I’ll be content but wouldn’t it be nice if they asked for more?
I’ll be up in the loft this weekend for more copies of “A Lesson for the Teacher” to take on holiday.As it contains scenes in Chatham,Greenford,Ealing, Shoreham,Brighton, Burnham and Torquay I can’t expect Worthing people to buy it to find places they recognise as I could with the other five books. It has to rely on folk who remember the 1960’s. Luckily, we may be with a few of those!
The last copy of “Honey and Humbug” will be sold this weekend. (I have archived one)We enjoyed producing our own poetry anthology but we didn’t ISBN it and the 100 we had printed were often given away as presents so it was expensive.
I am trying to think of another story for a competition. Writing Magazine have a whole year of competitions in their last issue. Talks are great but I need to be creating!