Words: Finished the micro edit on Monday with a massive 11,998 words 🙂 Now just a last proof and ready to hit publish!
Carbs and Cals: Still maintaining the 5:2, the results on Si’s blood sugar continues to astound
Workout: Most days out with Nell and a morning in the garden, helping…not
Bedside Table: Just finished Desecration by JF Penn. Wow.
Spent the morning in the garden this morning preparing the orto (vegetable patch) for potatoes and onions. Lots of lovely wormy compost now being dug in by the chickens. Have to keep Nell away as she keeps nicking the stuff they pick up! Little muppet. Also pruned our huge Persimmon tree, which is beautiful but we hate the fruit (known also as Sharon fruit). Chicks and Nell don’t mind it though.
Had a weekend off last week, well it was my birthday. It’s the only time of the year i remember how old I am! Had a lovely walk along the coast at Porto San Giorgio. A stunning sunny, blue-sky day but a mean cold breeze. Simon spoilt me rotten and cooked a lovely Beef Stroganoff for supper and no rugby! Bit of a change this weekend. Had a movie date last night as our Spectre (James Bond) DVD arrived. Fire lit at 4pm, animals fed and watered and a large bowl of popcorn completed the set up. Fantastic movie. My dream job would be a Bond Girl. 😉
Much as we love our animals they can be a pain at times. Having three dogs, six cats and three chickens does not make on the spur decisions very easy. Carol and Phil (friends who inspired partly The Good Expat Life) have booked a week in Venice during mid April and have asked us to join them for a couple of nights. It would be sooo lovely to go and catch up with them. They’re the kind of friends who you may not see for months or years but when you do get together you just pick up where you left off.
Good friends are like stars…You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there.
The technical problems persist with yet another bucketful of hours spent online with several Microsoft technicians. And after all that, the problems persist. And would you believe it you can’t email Microsoft Customer Service to complain? I wonder why…
Hoping next week will be more productive, I’m gagging to write some new stuff so am going to pencil in a couple of sessions.
Following all the bugs (not health related but technical) I wondered if I’d ever catch up on catching up! Had a marathon session today, editing almost 10,000 words! Easy when you get your head down and ignore everything else, but to be honest mainly down to my wonderful husband, Simon.
Perseverance is failing 19 times and succeeding the 20th.
Word Count Total: A whopping 35,658 – in five days. Not bad going, I definitely picked up speed as the week went on. The temptation is to keep meddling so I’ve tried to focus on the micro edit I planned rather than tweak again. I’m not sure I’ll ever be happy. Good enough will have to do.
Carbs and Cals: Thank goodness it’s Friday! Time for treats and nibbles after a week of denial. It’s paying off though; Simon has started to reduce his insulin and I’ve lost half an inch around my waist. So moving forwards.
Activity and Stuff: Today I flunked on the walk. Naughty Nell has been out with Simon in the garden, and has ran herself ragged. She’s in bad books though, after digging up the mole hills and making a hell of a mess. Off for a walk on the beach tomorrow. And a day off from editing.
And spoke with my father on the phone we’ve had installed in his room. Having a quick chat has made my day…
Oh, yes they do. Since the Microsoft ‘doctors’ fixed my laptop virus I’ve been unable to get onto one site I use regularly. Apparently the ‘DNS server has been blocked’. Don’t even know what my DNS looks like but after another few hours wasted on Googling the problem, it looks like I’ve fixed it… famous last words. Thank goodness for my Morning Pages, I work out all sorts of problems as I scribble along. I think pen and paper is less dangerous than these damn machines which appear to have a mind of their own. Now there’s a story!
Word Count Total : To date this week, 19178, I was hoping for at least 25,000 but it will have to suffice.
Carbs and Calories: Doing well, and Simon’s blood sugars have reduced dramatically! We need to reduce his insulin which has got to be a good thing. Hurrah!
Activity (and the like): Despite the wet weather I’ve been out with Naughty Nell on our regular walk. According to my pedometer app, yesterday I walked 3000 and odd steps. The same route today only yielded 2400… hmm, another technical glitch?
Technology… is a queer thing. It brings you great gifts with one hand, and it stabs you in the back with the other.
Yesterday, according to the media, was the beginning of Lent. Time to give something up for 40 odd days after which we can all go back to doing whatever it was before Ash Wednesday. Well, I started early. I didn’t have pancakes on Shrove Tuesday. In all honesty I forgot and I do love a pancake. More so the savoury ones filled with spinach and ricotta. I make them myself and, without blowing my own trumpet, they’re pretty special. So that’s one sacrifice made, I can sit back and relax. I don’t observe any of the religious calendar to be fair. I’m not a believer but I respect other believers. I prefer the concept of Humanism, that human beings shape their own lives. Simon and I chose a Humanist blessing when we ‘tied the knot’. It was a wonderful experience, we wrote our own service, made readings and exchanged candles. Our friends and family still talk about it now. And I’ve been to three Humanist funerals which have been quite uplifting despite the sad goodbyes.
Gentleness, self-sacrifice and generosity are the exclusive possession of no one race or religion.
In addition I’m going to cull a few of the e-mails and blogs I’ve signed up to. I don’t get buckets of mail but I’m a bit of a push over when it comes to newsletters and posts about writing. I find myself skimming over them, saving them to Pocket (and then forgetting about them) or deleting them before I’ve even opened them. A bit scary, because what if I miss ‘the next big thing’ about writing? I guess I’ll hear about it somewhere but I don’t need any more distractions right now. So a bit of a clean up is in order, ahem, just procrastination in any other name.
Health is very much on my mind at the moment. The past four years have catalogued a number of health issues, mum, dad, Simon and myself. I’m a little weary of the ill health cloud that follows me around so have been looking at taking some changes to our diet. Simon’s blood pressure is misbehaving and with his familial history we can’t take any chances. I’ve never followed a ‘diet’ in my life. I’ve skipped meals often not eating until dinner when I was younger and dependant on tobacco. I’ve looked at several sources of advice, many of them extreme – for example cutting calories to 800 per day. Take a look at what you eat. That’s not a lot of calories, despite what the advice says. One of the issues I have is that we already have a fairly well balanced diet. Living with a diabetic means we have to watch the carb intake . And I’m not a believer in becoming obsessive with what we eat, all things in moderation is my mantra. So we’ll be cutting down on the starchy foods , mainly bread and reducing our red wine intake (a little) and of course lots of exercise with naughty Nell.
You know how advice is. You only want it if it agrees with what you wanted to do anyway.
Advice is widely available on the writing front. Yesterday I got myself in a bit of a pickle with the micro edits on my next project, due to be published at the end of the month. Again, the obsessiveness got in the way and I began to sense I was losing the essence of the story. It didn’t feel good and I almost gave up. A couple of words were giving me (well the editing check list I use) a problem but it didn’t seem right to remove it. However, ten minutes of chatting to Simon (who is helping with the edits) helped. He was talking as a reader and that he preferred the words to flow. The things that annoyed him in a book (not mine of course!) was where the words jarred or didn’t keep him interested. Something that pulled him up and out of the story. An ‘aha’ moment that I shall keep in mind. Today I’m going to sort out the basics, listen to the story and make sure it flows.
Advice is great, as long as it helps and you can maintain it. As a new writer it can be equally helpful as overwhelming. As my Grandma use to say ‘everything with a pinch of salt.’ But that’s not good for the diet either, is it?
It’s been a tough couple of weeks. Not particularly for writing, though that has taken a nudge to the side. My dad’s been seriously ill and I’ve been back to the UK helping out with my other four brothers and sisters. We’ve had to make some tough decisions and at times I just wanted to bury my head in the sand and hope it would all go away. But it hasn’t of course. As an ex-nurse I’m familiar with illness. A bit different when it’s a member of your own family, mind you. I’m fine looking after someone else’s brother, sister, son, daughter, mum, or dad. I loved nursing, it was in the ‘genes’ as they say. My grandmother and mother were both well respected nurses in their day. I followed my mother into District Nursing in Cheshire where we lived and could never live up her reputation; Sister Lamb never did it that way…’ was the usual retort. Nursing and caring is one of the toughest jobs on the planet and I believe it’s a vocation. But I shan’t get on my soap box. Not now anyway, maybe another time.
Anyway, what struck me during this time (and when my mother was ill) is the importance of family. All five us have forged a different path in life and that means many of us don’t live close to dad. And of course at times there is a little friction for one reason or another, that’s how families ‘run’. However, when it mattered most, we all pulled together . And my wonderful, generous son who lives and works in the South West, gave up his weekend, a week of work (he’s self employed) and the company of his lovely family to come and support me. My husband, Simon who’d stayed behind to look after our menagerie of animals even spent his birthday on his own, the first ever since we’ve been together. Watching him open cards over Skype just simply wasn’t the same. But family matters.
And now I’m back home, it’s nose to the grindstone. I’ve made a mental note to think more about the families of my characters and how it has shaped them particularly in the story they are telling. And, I have a deadline to meet, a book to publish at the end of this month and I’m running a little behind 😉
*Write Chain Target (write, revise edit 3 pages a day): 13 links – not unlucky at all 😉
I’m back off to the UK on Saturday. Family matters and a Dad who is in need of a bit of support from his far flung family. Well, I’m the only one of five who lives in another country. I’m not a big fan of flying and particularly flying on my own but needs must. Living where we are, in rural Le Marche, the options for flights are very few especially out of season. I dislike the whole process and the older I get the more nervous I become. Thank goodness it’s only two hours or I think I might need therapy. However, I have made progress. Now I don’t mind a window seat and I actually will look out, if the weather is good. Not for long mind. Just a quick glance.
I’m hoping to keep on target with my writing goals, so the past couple of days I’ve squirrelled away at my action list. This action list is a perpetual list. I’m a bit of a list freak, just love them to bits. I wish I could feel as confident about editing as I do about making lists. I’ve been going through the edits from my session with my personal editor, Simon, my husband :), and he’s an apostrophe freak. Enough said. I don’t know why I struggle with them, I have no memorable problems with English in school, in fact it was one of the few qualifications I left with. But they seem to evade me now. But that’s no excuse, they have to be sorted. So time to go and battle with that pesky punctuation.
Simon, my husband and ‘ the man that does’ has been beta reading my latest Work in Progress. The Morning Gift was first born in 2009, maybe even before. I got such a shock when I found an email from a fellow writing friend telling me that the synopsis I’d given them was good and I should get on with revising it.
Some wise people say that you shouldn’t use your nearest and dearest as readers of your work. I say why not? The trouble is with any advice it’s only relative to the person providing it. So no, I’m not telling you the best thing YOU can do is ask your loved one to provide feedback on your work. For me it works. Simon is my trusted and harshest critic. He will tell me where it doesn’t work, where I’ve skipped like a few scenes and more than, and where I make glaring and embarrassing errors of judgement. He’s a reader first and foremost. And that matters. It’s the only qualification he needs to assess whether or not the story flows, cos he reads a lot of stories, probably in excess of 100 books a year.
We’ve just gone through half the manuscript with his observations and had a great laugh at some of the mistakes I made without realising. Most of them are anachronisms – this story is set in Saxon times and the days of the Norsemen. I shan’t share them here, not just yet but maybe one day. And we can all have a good laugh.
Learn to laugh at yourself . Life will be a lot funnier.
A week has passed into the New Year already. I’ve almost caught up after my unexpected trip back to the UK . I know I’ll need to go back over pretty soon so I really need to get ahead of myself. Felt a bit rough today following an afternoon of indulgence with friends who are leaving to travel for the next few months and a bit of a hangover from my lack of sleep last week.:)
One of the things I miss most here is a bath. The Italians don’t do baths. Not in these old houses anyway. They much prefer their showers and wet rooms. For me, there is nothing that can match topping up the hot water in the bath with my big toe, reading a book and slowly wrinkling into oblivion. Hmmm… just the thought of it makes me feel better.
*I was doing really well with my Write Chain Target of three pages (write, revise or edit) – 62 unbroken days! But it snapped when I had to go back to the UK. Never mind, I’m determined to keep on track and here is how I’m recording my progress. I did have a link of paper clips strung above my desk but the kitties thought it was purely for their fun and entertainment.
Finally, I’ve published a post on my author blog, Louise Charles, about my ambitious plans for 2016 and how I hope to keep on track.