Story writing.

Well, I finished the story for the competition and reread the instructions. It had to be under 1500 words and I had 1900. Usually I have to pad out stories. This time I had to cut, cut, cut. First I weeded out any unnecessary description, then I had a go at anything repetitive and finally I had to chop some of the action. It should be obvious who is speaking in a conversation without all the ‘he saids.’

After three tries I had managed to reduce the text. Now I have to do the cover page and send it off. Most stories in the magazine have a few lines about the writers. That should be fun to do – not a full CV, just a taster!

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incredible!

I don’t know how I did it but I now have a link from my new website to this blog. I am getting quite excited about all this. Next I might try to link to Sea Scribes or twitter.

As for writing – I am in the middle of a short story for a competition. Getting back to normal. I also have a computer course to do on line.Will I ever be off my laptop!

Anniversary party yesterday with Rog and family. We are noted for making special occasions last a few days. This one is going to last into September!

Sunday blues

I guess it was too much to hope for -that Bing could find my new website on a weekend. Funny, that. It had my old one on when Google didn’t and now it’s the other way round.

Next job, to order some more business cards with the new information. I will as soon as I can be sure folk can find it.Someone, please, tell me they can see http://www.juliecround.co.uk or I will think it’s only on my computer! The dot com one is fine, but I wanted to be able to play and the gallery feature on the new one is a plus. If only dot com comes up when you google me I’ll give up!

more website news

Hi there. My new website http://www.juliecround.co.uk is now on Google. With a bit of luck it will soon be on Bing, too. There are still a few tweaks I should do, like adding icons for Goodreads and ALLi and SWWJ but it will do for now.

Somewhere there must be some retired schoolteachers who would enjoy ” A lesson for the Teacher.”I am giving away the odd old book to raffles and for charity. The good thing about giving ‘Never Run Away’ away is that it could lead to readers wanting ‘Never Pretend.’

Writing Magazine may be featuring us soon and I am getting followers on twitter so the marketing side may pick up. We’ll take copies on holiday with us, anyway!

Better and better?

What a day! This morning we went to the opticians so that I could have an eye test and I chose a new pair of glasses that make me look more studious than I really am.

Then, this afternoon I went to see the doctor about my breathing and my infected ear and ended up with antibiotics.

Then I tried to get hold of my website people and they said it would be fixed in a few hours. We’ll wait and see! People checking my new one are getting my old one which is pretty good so I don’t really care.I’ll keep them both going and see which one gets the most traffic.Once that’s done perhaps I’ll be able to concentrate on writing again.

Waste of time

Well, that was a waste of time. I spend two weeks making a website and it won’t come up on screen when I try to find it. Is it my computer or can’t anyone see it? It says it is on line and the domain name is registered but I’ll be blowed if I can get to see it!

I suppose I’ll have to try all over again with someone else. At least it’s keeping me busy.

The best thing about yesterday was that we had visitors. My nephew brought his family and we went down to the sea, It was very windy but we had an ice cream and sat on the pebbles. Max came back and played with the dog in the garden until Diesel gave up. He’d worn him out!

Personal poem

Past Times

The clerk and the dairymaid went to live in a terrace in grim Southall town

They had little money, but lived with his Mummy, two girls and a terrier, brown.

The garden was long, with a small wooden shed and a lilac tree I liked to climb

A thin, scruffy lawn and a vegetable patch and a top bunk I wanted as mine.

My sister was younger and timid, back then. I told her such stories for fun

About pirates and dragons and things that go bump in the night, although there were none.

The tales Father read were of Winnie the Pooh, Just So Stories, poems and more

Like The Tree that Sat Down and The Stream that Stood Still -with magic and witches galore.

Our Junior School was in Beaconsfield Road with the gasometer for a view

And a playground for girls and another for boys, something that, now, wouldn’t do!

And yet all that dreaming, the stories and games, the dressing up we did for fun

Left me a legacy I wouldn’t change – made the child the adult I’ve become.

JCR.