Exploring small corners of the globe
As we walked around the base of what’s known as ‘The Gherkin‘, we were treated to some beautiful reflections within the panels. Architecture is pretty impressive these days around the Big Smoke.
I took this photo from the front seat, top deck, of a double decker and was just lucky to capture the striking contrast between old London, resembling something like Gringotts Bank, and new… and still growing 👌🏼 but check out how the mirrored surface of the glass materials make it less obvious against the sky. Sort of.
This was the journey on the number 11 bus between Westminster Abbey and Liverpool Street Stn.
Back in the Abbey, up inside the tower visiting the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee rooms (£5 per person) we climbed four or five flights of brand new stairs and had the most amazing view of the Houses of Parliament!
We ate a delicious breakfast (£7.95) in presumably what was the dining area for monks a long time ago when the Abbey was just that, long before Christopher Wren was commissioned to add the tower.
I won’t attempt here to go into the history as you can read the professionals’ accounts and perhaps even visit the Abbey yourself – information here. Save to say the first church building was thought to have been built on this site as early as a thousand years ago on an island called Thorney Island surrounded by tributaries of the Thames!
Always a pleasure to spend girlie time with my daughter. I know how lucky I am that she is happy to spend time with me. I certainly wasn’t doing this with my own mother when I was 20. I’d moved 100 miles away and even acquired a horse as I wasn’t that concerned about spending time back ‘home’.
Note to self – STOP BUYING CHOCOLATE
oooh, I nearly forgot to update you. Remember in Spain I set myself a target to update my wordcount? Well I failed miserably there because we talked about life and jobs and stuff while swimming and eating and relaxing. I did write two thirds of a second erotic novella but I’m not counting those words!
Since I’ve been back though, I’ve been partaking in instagram writing sprints, joining in ‘live’ with other writers and I think I’ve written around 5,000 in a week 👌🏼🥂
I set myself up and once the men have gone back out to work after lunch, I settle down and ignore the phone and I’m actually getting some words down. Long may it continue.
Thank you to those who did share their wordcount goals and I know Joseph Beech was hoping to blog every fortnight… let’s pop across and see what’s he’s been up to 🥂
keep up the good work everyone and enjoy the sun while we still have it 🌤
I knew I enjoyed hearing from and reading The Little Mermaid as if there was some small connection.
AND THERE IS!!! 😱
Check this post out by the gorgeousness that is she. It shows Mauritius in all its beauty because this is where she lives.
AND I WAS THERE!!! 2017; February, with Man of the Woods. (I know, right – you never thought you’d hear that one did you … the farmer who barely leaves the village!).
Now, where are my photos … here are just a few 💙
Thank you Little Mermaid for making me smile and remember that week!
Yes that is MoW watching fish!
Skiathos, 2017. A tapas bar on the harbour, under some fir trees.
L’herbe had joined me, as he always did. My travelling bear. The cutest bear, a mini Steiiff almost in design though I’m not sure he was one.
He came to Paris once and watched me sip gin and nibble a salad in a restaurant in the shadows of Le L’ouvre. Night time lighting from the pyramid cast yellow shapes on the puddles in the quadrangle after a shower.
He accompanied me to The Bahamas last July to watch my son throw his javelin.. he doubled as a mascot!
There is a bar in Skiathos called ‘The Blind Dog‘ which is truly brilliant. An English guy meets a Greek girl and together they make beautiful music, him on his accoustic guitar and her singing covering all the classics an far more besides … it is a place to behold and worth visiting the island for!
This was the last place I remember seeing L’herbe. He’d sneaked out of my bag to dance to Queen’s ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’
I miss my little friend, but you know when you love something deeply, you have to let it go? He’s on his adventures somewhere, with someone and I do hope he is happy because he brought me many happy moments.
I’ve allowed myself this post today because I’ve completed my goal of editing of the first 19 chapters and am now ready to send the whole lot off to the two destinations I keep mentioning 👌🏼
(I had 21 chapters but may have been a little tipsy when writing one day as two were repeats of others – most strange – and how embarrassing would that have been to not have spotted this error?!)
Once it has gone, I shall take an official week off writing the WIP, and do housework (have you SEEN this place 😱🙈) alongside my day job. We will wait for the feedback and act upon it as I know the NWS readers will know what they are talking about 💫
Oh Lordy… some bloggers would save all their information regarding this weekend and create an organised, mature, edited and polished post from a post-event point of view.
But that’s just not me!
I need to share the fun bits, the nervous bits, the embarrassing bits with you as I speed towards my first RNA conference aboard one of Richard’s trains which I have to admit are way above those of East Anglia in the way of comfort.
A sneaky breakfast date with daughter for forty minutes at King’s Cross listening to her tired anxieties about having too much work for the hours available (Email the team and tell it like it is darling; they love and respect your work ethos so you can explain you need to think about time management to regain that feeling of treading water rather than drowning. Do it. By lunchtime. You’ll feel better).
This train will be full of writers and authors and plenty of aspiring authors all excitedly waiting to pick the brains of agents and publishers at their one to ones (my first is with Jo Bell at 2:50 today, from Bell, Lomax and Moreton agents). It is going to be such as honour to meet industry profressionals, to hear what they are looking for in the way of fiction this year, to hear what they thought of my synopsis and chapter 1 🙈 (*can I go home now please? Stop the train*).
Take copious amounts of wine, the message came across loud and clear. Fiddle. I don’t drink wine. Ha! Vodka nestles amongst my clothes for tipples later🥂
I am beyond excited to be spending time with my friend Julie from A Little Book Problem and for us both to be mingling with many like-minded New Writers Scheme members and making new friends 🖌
Yesterday I met with a new friend; a fellow aspiring author and a successful book reviewer and blogger – ALittleBookProblem
It was a true honour to meet someone I’ve been chatting to for a few months now – an avid reader with a book obsession and a to-be-read pile even larger than my own! She will, and already has been, a huge resource of great advice on my writing journey, because she is on one of her own 👯♀️
We spent an hour in and around this beautifully welcoming barge called Word-on-the-Water and TimeOut have written this article about them.
We enjoyed a coffee in the sun and listened to some lovely lazy tunes while we chatted about books and writing… and life.
We both love a good story and thankfully so does the publishing world and the agents who work within it. We meandered our way down to The Strand to attend a talk organised by the Society of Women Writers & Journalists … an organisation I admit I’d not heard about yet had been set up in 1894. The Society’s aim were and are to encourage and celebrate women writers and is still going strong today 👌🏼
I shall join the SWWJ now as a ‘friend’ as they shall be organising further talks by authors and other literary experts which will be rather apt.
Certainly we found last night’s meeting very much worth the travel. We got to meet Penny Holroyde, an agent with many years experience in the publishing world, and were treated to insightful tips for our submission process should we choose to opt for the traditional route of getting your story into print, and probably the main message I’ve come away with is that I shall need broad shoulders and a thick skin to prepare myself for the probable rejections from agents who won’t know who the hell I am. (So pleased I did that self-esteem course last year! 💃🏼)
Matsu is never far from my thoughts. I’m keeping the bonsais watered and pruned and their table top tidy. It feels wrong if a magazine is left there, so my focus is engaged.
I am actually now really excited about getting more of this manuscript down.. I’m back up to 15,000 words having cut much of the dark stuff but filtered some back, re-written so as not to overtly offend anyone alive!
I’m meant to be working.
I am working; been on the road for over an hour. All workers need a break, even the Bosses 👌🏼
This is the third Sarah Knight book – and is as eye-opening as her first two reads.
I discovered them at a time in my life where I was ready for a little push in the right direction, not because I was googling self-help books but because my daughter informed me I needed to ‘get my shit together’ when I’d lost the house keys for the third day running, and she could recommend a book of the same name because she was reading it herself.
‘Get Your Shit Together’
‘The Life-Changing Magic Of Not giving a F**k’
Overall Sarah leaves you with the knowledge that it’s seriously ok (and actually essential) to look after yourself first and foremost, yet explains how to do so without turning into a selfish bitch. Sarah is not vague with her words .. she is in fact a right-between-the-eyes writer. And I like that.
Thank goodness I brought this book on my deliveries today. It is my new read for this week. Have you heard of it?
Kiltie Jackson…… A Rock ‘n Roll Lovestyle
So who exactly is Sukie McClaren? A Cat lover? A Sound of Music Fanatic? A Fiercely Independent Woman? She’s all of the above. And when she is sent to Salzburg for a business trip in early December, she believes all her dreams have come true. Packing her suitcase, the only thing on her mind is finding the Sound of Music locations around the city and finally seeing the Doh-Ray-Me steps. Becoming the new best friend of the world’s hottest rock-star doesn’t even get a look in. Pete Wallace is a reclusive, rock-star and the world’s Number One, male solo artist. It’s been three years since his last tour and he’s preparing to go back on the road again. A week in Salzburg, schmoozing with the music press, is one of his worst nightmares. He can’t wait for it to be over. When Pete and Sukie meet, it is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Lonely for too long, he begins to remember how it feels to be happy and have people in his life who care for him. However… Eduardo di Santo’s wants Pete dead! His kid sister was badly injured at a Pete Wallace concert three years before and Eduardo is intent on getting revenge. The desire now consumes his every waking moment. When Pete’s new tour is announced, he begins to make his plans. Plans that will culminate in Pete’s demise! Is Pete and Sukie’s new friendship destined to die before it has a chance to flourish? A love story that begins in Austria.