Ninety nine!

I know some folk have hundreds of followers but I have just reached ninety nine. You are still mainly abroad but I’ve got used to that. If I don’t follow you it is probably because I am trying to reduce the time I spend on line in order to finish my novel. It is fascinating to see which blogs attract the most readers. If I could put a poem on every week that would seem to be the most popular.

There are so many activities going on this summer, book launches, the Southern Book Show and an event the Sea Scribes are planning to bring together music and words.

Add to that the fact that my next novel is almost all on computer( in draft form) and I have been scrolling through images to find a cover picture, life is getting hectic.

My other task is to advertise the Worthing Friendship Centre, a social group for over 50’s and there are so many outlets on line , now, that we have to use to complement the local newspaper. I don’t know how many pensioners use the computer but if money is anything to go by, they’ll be left behind if they don’t! We are looked at in amazement when we try to pay in cash in loads of placesĀ  and I’ve even heard of a local bar that won’t take cash!

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Birthday

It is Diesel’s birthday today. He is thirteen years old. I don’t think he’s really 92-he acts much younger than that, although he doesn’t always hear when we call him. Hubby says that’s ‘selective hearing.’

I keep thinking of improvements to the last page of my novel. I want the reader to feel satisfied. I know I hate rushed endings or those when one has to go back and check that you haven’t missed anything.

Our writing group is going from strength to strength. Wendy Hughes has local launches of her book all this month and I am planning a ‘Music and Words,’ event in May. Most of us will be at the Southern Book Show on 4th March.

I’ll add a picture of Diesel as it’s his special day.

diesel begs

Even more research

Now my characters want to move house so what did I do? I looked on line to see what is available in this district, where it is, how much it would cost, whether they should purchase or rent. I hope the sites don’t think I’m looking for myself or I’ll get lots of extra information that I don’t need. It will be interesting to find out.

So sad that some shops that have been here for years are closing down, mainly because the owners are retiring.

I bought a haggis yesterday for 25th.I looked for a vegetarian haggis as I prefer the taste to the original one. Not only did the supermarket not have one but they had sold out of swedes as well. We are celebrating Burns night a day early, anyway as it is a busy day tomorrow and I might not have time to do a special tea! So tonight it is haggis and sweet potato. It is one of our slimming days (we are on the 5/2 diet) but we’ll probably cheat and have a whisky later on!

More research

Checking on locations from a computer is so much easier that going there. I am noted for setting my novels in Sussex, even if I don’t name the streets or buildings but this next book is set all over the country and I haven’t the time or money to go to every place.

Thanks to the internet I can view the settings I want to use and even get reviews so I can get a real feel for each place. I have been viewing pictures of Cornwall and it makes one want to visit, it looks so beautiful. The only time I usually look at photos is when I’m choosing a book cover but I haven’t decided what to put on the cover of this one yet. I’m only 15000 words in! I saved a picture but now I can’t find it to add to the post.

Another time, perhaps!

Ancient invisibility

How I dislike being old. Maybe it isn’t age. Maybe it is just that I’m forgettable.Maybe there is something about my lifestyle that means people don’t remember me. Am I too self sufficient? Are my husband and I too exclusive? ( We don’t mean to be) Do folk think I don’t need help and encouragement? (they are wrong)

For months I put all my creative energy into writing a pantomime, casting it and recording it. Then I waited to hear what people thought of it. Did I get any feed back? One person, a friend, said they liked it. Nobody let me have a copy of it so I couldn’t let others listen to it. Copies were given to the cast at an event I couldn’t attend. I listened to it on line and it seemed OK but , oh, how I wished I had some CDs to show to people.

Eventually I asked if there were any for me. Oh no, all those that were left were thrown away! It was like having a story that I had written pulped before I could see the finished product. Everyone else had heard my baby except me! Not one of them had thought to save me a copy. I was forgotten, ancient invisibility was at work, out of sight, out of mind, the curse of the volunteer. Another example, like stay-at-home mums, that if you don’t work for pay you don’t count.

Next time I write anything – it won’t be free!

Toilet tale

The 23rd December and the damp patch on the bathroom floor is getting worse. Then I flush the toilet and a small deluge comes from behind the bowl. Oh dear, we have a leak and it’s Christmas. Surely no-one will come out until after Boxing Day. I’ll just have to mop it up, or stop flushing unless it is absolutely necessary! Does it smell? I don’t think so. Perhaps it is the water from the cistern. I hope so. I just can’t see.

Christmas Eve, I email the plumber to warn him and ask if he can come as soon as Christmas is over. The reply comes whizzing back.’I’m off work until the second of February.’We cannot wait that long. I email a request for a recommendation. Ten minutes later there is a knock on the door. It is the plumber ( he lives in the next road) ‘Let’s have a look.’ he says. ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t wait until February,’ I say. ‘What do you mean, February? I said I couldn’t come until the second of January.’ ‘But you wrote February.’

He bent down and looked at the floor behind the toilet. Then he flushed it. ‘There’s a crack in the concertina pipe. It’s coming out of the toilet bowl. We can’t leave it like that. I think I have something in the garage that might help. It will mean taking the toilet out. It could be a long job.’But it wasn’t. Less than an hour later he had moved the toilet, pulled up the floor, taken out the old piping, with a large split in the fold, replaced with a new one and put the toilet back. He flushed it and nothing leaked. ‘You could have had a build up of waste under the floor,’he said. ‘But I’m due out in half an hour.’It was a relief to have someone sort out such a nasty problem. Christmas saved.IMG_0230 new shower room

Time is a gift

Looking back at my blogs I realised it was the creative ones that people liked. I’m afraid they will be thin on the ground for the next few months as I have started a new book.

It is only because I have not been shopping, exercising, recording, visiting or reading that I have found time to start writing again. Suddenly a new story springs to life. New characters emerge, new plot lines manifest themselves. It might turn out to be unsuitable for publication but I’m there, with the family from the ‘Lane’ books and writing the fourth book in the series. If my computer stops playing silly b…..s I’ll be done by this time next year. I write in a notebook first and then copy onto the screen. It gives me the first opportunity to edit.

So, just when I thought I would have to learn more about mobile phones and photographs I’m back scribbling – and loving it. Roll on 2018.