Saturday, July 23, 2016

A Year Ago Today

Don't get me wrong - I love my large, lithe fur boys the size they are now - an armful of cat is just the right amount, in my opinion.  But here is where it all began, a year ago today -

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Fly, My Pretties

Auspicious Cranes by Huizong of Song (1082-1135)

Well, the novel re-writes are off to my editor and a flock of poems are away seeking new roosts.  Of course I'm not checking my emails every 30 seconds to see if they've got back to me yet.  That would be insane.

Saturday, July 09, 2016

Pass Four

Pass Four, that's where I am, ploughing on ...

(Laura Knight Land Army Girl 1939)

Saturday, July 02, 2016

Chunks and Threads - the Scalpel and the Darning Needle

I'm in the throes of editing.  I'm on the third pass.  Pass One was re-acquainting myself with the manuscript (as it's been a while and I've been head-full of other stories) and taking on board my editor's comments.  Pass Two was to take as many words out as possible, in chunks and on the level of sentences.  (The book was too long as it stood.)  Pass Three is to deal with those chapters where I took chunks out and needed to put different, smaller chunks in, and couldn't see exactly how to in Pass Two.  Pass Four will be to see if any of the seams show, and to make sure that none of the threads are broken or have gone adrift.  Then it's back to the editor, who will then send it back to me with more comments for Pass Five.

Having said the word "Pass" so often, my mind is now clogged up with phrases like "This Too Will Pass" and "Pass Go" and "You Passed!"  Or maybe "A Pretty Pass" and "A Mountain Pass" ...

Onwards.  An excellent direction.  


Saturday, June 25, 2016

Soft. So soft.

Mal is one of those rare cats who actually likes having his tummy fur stroked.  If you need comforting after this week, please drop in.  He'll throw in the purring, too.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Approaching 23 June with Hope

In.  Definitely in.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Indonesian Dreaming

There have been/are a lot of things in my head that deserve attention. For example -

This week - I finished The Picture of Frances Gray and sent it out to 6, count them, 6 readers, 5 of whom were volunteers and then my sister who really doesn't have a choice (this is my adult novella - possibly the least saleable form of writing known to woman, but hey, I'm in it for the money, as we know).  And I sent out 3 sets of new poems to magazines (also, of course, for the money).

And next week - I'm off down to London to learn how to be a Royal Literary Fund Fellow, cat-sit for a friend, and work on the edits for another novel. 

But what keeps pushing to the front of my brain has nothing to do with any of that.  No, I'm thinking/dreaming/obsessing about Indonesia.  I'm going to visit family there at the end of August, which is AGES away, but this trip has nevertheless completely jumped the queue of my attention.  It's just possible I may mention it again, but in the meantime, here are a few of the images I'm giving head room to (3 of these photos are from Wikipedia, and one isn't) -

Roll on August!