Peace is the Path

Words: Approx 3k new plus edited around 15kimage
Carbs and Cals: Fell of the track a bit this week, I blame the weather
Workout:  Walked the dogs most days, even in rain and fog
Reading: Lamentation by CJ Sansome
Weather: Wash out Wednesday… grey and miserable
Watched: Not a lot
Word of the Week: KENSPECKLE Adjective: 1. Scot. and North England. conspicuous; easily seen or recognized.
International Day of the Week: Got to be Puppy Day on 23rd March

I’ll bedove-41260_640 in the UK when this is posted having hastily scribbled and scheduled it on Thursday evening before I left, so it shall be a short entry.
The horrors of Belgium are still filling my head. I don’t understand why one human being would want to slaughter others in such a violent and senseless way. I don’t often air my personal views on these matters but it chills me to the bone. I’m at a loss for words to be honest.

There is no path to peace. Peace is the path. Ghandi

We saw a heron (twice) on the same road and virtually the same spot we saw the hare last week. Despite their size they seem to glide off with such grace and ease. Lago San Ruffino, one of our local favourite works has quite an extensive heron community, including the smaller white egrets. Walking has been something of a washout this week. On Wednesday it rained continuously hard all day, so it was designated a PJ day.

The second draft of All Will Be Well is now printed off for Simon to revisit while I’m away. I managed to complete most of the major revisions, sort out the timeline and reset some of the scenes. It feels in my head as if it’s right, but who knows?

My plans this week in the UK? Well perhaps a bit of Easter Egg hunting, celebrating my Dad’s 82nd birthday, maybe a visit to the cinema and catching up with my lovely family. Oh, and editing a few short stories, a bit of a break from the big stuff.

Buona Pasqua!

Ciao

March Madness

Words: 830 new words and edited 6 scenes (10k)image
Carbs and Cals: Malteser’s cracked open last night
Workout: A morning in the garden, and plenty of walks
Reading: The Crow’s Nest by Ann Cleeve :/ still but getting better
Weather: After grey, wet start beautiful Spring sunshine this morning
Watched: No films but loved Happy Valley
Word of the Week: Wordmonger noun 1. a writer or speaker who uses words pretentiously or with careless disregard for meaning

Tomorrow is International Day of Happiness apparently. Are we only allowed one day? With this lovely Spring sunshine the smiles are bountiful today and we have enjoyed a morning in the garden with all the lovely new shoots, promises of life to come.

Happiness is a journey, not a destination. Ben Sweetland

Last week a large, very large, hare bounded out in front of the car, its ears were huge! Reminded me of the time we watched some boxing hares on a walk with our three Springer Spaniels – and yes, they really do box. It was fascinating.

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This week has been a great week for my writing. On Monday I received an email to say that my short story, Mad Hattie will be published on Story Shack in May. Story Shack publish stories of up to 1000 words online but also include an illustration. Can’t wait to see what it will be for this story. I really enjoyed writing it and it all began with the Antiques Roadshow of all things! IMG_1097

Secondly, I published my first book under my imprint of White Wolf Books. The Morning Gift was a project I started some years back  and it’s been a long time in the making. I received my copy
this week and I’m really chuffed with the cover which I designed myself. I really am enjoying the whole process of self publishing in its entirety and it gives me an enormous amount of satisfaction.

Next week, I return to the UK for my Dad’s 82nd birthday. He’s still not well and all of us (I have four siblings) are hoping to make it as well as grandchildren and great grandchildren. It’s very supportive at these time,
being part of a big family. And on Monday I have my first Mrs Mop duty of the season. To supplement our very meagre income I clean holiday homes in between bookings. It’s a job that needs doing and it gives me plenty of thinking space as I wield my mop and duster!

Ciao for Now

 

 

A Mixed Bag

Words: 2000 words and muse submitted to Writers Abroad, Yay! Lots of research.    image
Carbs and Cals: I’ve lost 3kgs! About 61bs… encouraging
Workout: A walk at Monastero see later
Reading: The Crow’s Nest by Ann Cleeve :/
Weather: Wet and grey, reminds me of the UK 🙁 Grass is growing long!
Watched: The Martian 🙂 and The Danish Girl :'(  – hedonistic for us.
k: ISONOMY noun 1. equality of political rights. Origin – Isonomy derives from the Greek terms ísos meaning “equal” and nómos meaning “law.” It entered English around 1600.

My mum would have been 80 this week, had she lived. But she’s better off now, Alzheimer’s robbed her long before she died. On a more uplifting note, our two granddaughters celebrated their birthdays on the 8th. International Women’s day and we’re convinced one day they will honour that title. Can’t believe my little Caitlin is now eleven and has her own phone no less. Still I can text her when I want to now. I do still write a proper letter every month, but this isn’t her preferred form of communication. A little sad really.

Here’s to Good Women May we know them, May we be them, May we Raise them.

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Monastero Walk Washed Away

Every year we promise ourselves a day a month to go for a ‘big’ walk. That means going out in the car and doing one of the few guided walks in our area. There is nothing like the IOS maps we had in the UK and loved to explore with our Springer’s. Still can’t have everything. Monastero is a lovely, but tough walk, near the Sibillini mountains. One path takes you to a monks retreat high in the mountains, well not that high but you feel your calves pulling. I’ve actually used part of this walk for the setting in my fantasy novel, Wolf Moon. However, this time we decided to take the second path , along the river. We’d walked about two thirds when the path ran out. It had been washed away. Big problems with landslides around her. So we had an early lunch of soup and sandwich and made our way back up and up and up to the car. Naughty Nell loved it and ran after smells about three times, disappearing for what worryingly. seemed like an age.

neil gaiman rules of writing
Neil Gaiman’s Eight Rules of Writing

A little tired of writing advice. I’ve come to the conclusion there is no right or wrong way. And I’m deleting my subscriptions to any newsletters or emails which use the words ‘awesome’ or ‘rock your boat’ (or words to that effect). Watch your language, it comes across as very flippant and so not what I want to hear. Neil Gaiman’s Rules of Writing made me smile and are now pinned on my cork board. I’ve finalised digital and print copies of The Morning Gift after a few irritating problems with embedding fonts, but soon sorted. Chuffed I’m ahead of the game and have now started on my next project, All Will Be Well. Found a fantastic timeline template which has really helped me ground my story and get the facts right, it’s set in World War Two and I don’t want a load of history bods telling me I got things wrong. But I will take a little bit of ‘artistic licence’ in some areas. I write fiction after all.

And of course, the Rugby Six Nations continues this afternoon.We support three teams, Simon was brought up in Ireland and learnt to play rugby there so we always cheer on the greens. Then of course our home team, England and finally our adoptive fellas in Italy. So the odds of winning are pretty high one way or another. It’s the only sport I enjoy watching, apart from the Wimbledon finals.

Ciao for Now

Farewell Feline Freind

  • Words: 1400 words but finished proofing and formatting current project :image
  • Carbs and Cals: The scales must be wrong, I’ve definitely lost half an inch or so
  • WorkoutIt’s that garden time of the year again… 
  • On My Beside Table: Lamentation by C J Sansom  & Mrs Hemingway by Naomi Woods
  • Weather: Very variable, cold but no snow
  • Word of the Week:  BISSEXTUS -noun February 29th: the extra day added to the Julian calendar every fourth year (except those evenly divisible by 400) to compensate for the approximately six hours a year by which the common year of 365 days falls short of the solar year.

Found poor Tigsy dead on the step earlier this week. She’d been alright the day before. Never a demanding cat and so quiet that we named her ‘Ghost’. One of  the first of fourteen (probably more) rescue kitties since we moved here. And not that old either. Couldn’t see any sign of injury or anything. I shall miss her just being there. Now buried in the garden where I shall sprinkle some wild flowers in the Spring.

Simon’s blood sugars just keep reducing. Got an ‘ottimo‘ from the doctor at the Diabetic clinic – hurrah! Though I though she might have done a little dance or showed a bit more emotion. His need for insulin is reducing day by day and I’m convinced we can wean him off it and wonder whether he should have ever been on it! Our favourite new food is Cauliflower Rice – fantastic substitute for rice without much less carbs and cals.

Had a great week at the ‘office’ and probably managed to get more done this week than in the last three or four! On the production stage of The Morning Gift, so proofed, formatted and uploaded to Createspace and just waiting approval. Having a few minor problems formatting for KDP ebook because of a fancy font I’ve used for scene separators but will find a way round. Running 5 days late on my planned publication date and almost there. That’s not a bad result, can live with that.

Started a new Morning Journal this morning, that’s my fourth..and one hell of a lot of words and angst. It’s one of the best things I’ve started – well re-started – it really helps my writing. And I did 900 words this morning to a writing prompt:

She gripped the rim of the porcelain sink and tried to steady her hands. “One last time,” she whispered to herself. One. Last. Time.

Intriguing, huh?

And the onions are now planted. All 100 of them. Let’s hope I can keep Freya off them. Daft dog, the size of a donkey and likes to like amongst our eating vegetation. A day in the garden is good for my muse, weeding the herb patch gave me plenty of head space for my next project!

Ciao