Childhood bench at eve

 Childhood bench at eve

Red and pink geraniums

Bird flaps and glides by

Pebbles underfoot

 

Pebbles underfoot

Wind ruffles the frothy sea

Birds sleep on the beach

Bonfire Night

 

Walked about in the rain and eventually found a new hairdresser called Kadrie. She had a lovely smile and was good at her job so I left feeling happy.

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty

Eyelight

 

Dreaming of drawing

 It's so long since I posted but this morning I'm waiting for a new laptop - one that I can draw on. I've sold several things on Ebay so that I can buy this but I'm not sure that it will be OK.

Falling Apples

Whoops - that's something I drew a long time ago - not on a computer screen. Will look for something I've drawn digitally.

Yes, that's one - Two Heads - also from a long time ago.

I've chosen an Acer Spin 3 - 14 inches! A giant for one who loves small things. It has a Wacom pen.

It's good to draw in the spaces between the writing.

Don't want another dad!

 Lame Crow Press is offering a discounted deal on Bk 2 in the Daniela Hoffman series. It's The Third Father.

DON'T WANT ANOTHER DAD!

I thought about this and it applies to me - not the story in The Third Father - but to my life. The dad who brought me up was the one who adopted me. He was my real father. I knew there would be a biological father somewhere but I never did want another dad. When I was little, my dad cycled as fast as he could to bring me ice creams before they melted. He worked hard his whole life to look after me and never asked for anything in return.

Daughter has a secret

  

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Another day

Will it ever finish? I suppose what I mean is - will I ever finish proof-reading this first novel?

Thoughts on a Sunday night (inc update)

My thoughts at this time of night are of my son who is in Australia. He is the sort of person who always has animals in his life (which bring complications as well as blessings). It used to be a horse but now it's a goat. I think they got the goat as a sort of lawn mower but I might be wrong. Anyhow, the goat has gone walkabout so he might be mowing somebody else's garden now....

I've spent most of today drafting Tuesday's bookchat post for Hastings Online Times. It's about marketing and even now, I don't like thinking about it (the marketing I mean, not the post).

I think it's because marketing means advertising and although it feels fine to advertise other people's books, it doesn't feel quite right to advertise your own.

Like every other writer in the world, I want to spend my time writing, not thinking about marketing but never mind. 

Photo by Edgar Chaparro on Unsplash (Sorry I haven't got a pic of Goatee in Oz, but the goat in this pic looks like a splendid old goat so he'll have to do as a stand-in.)

Red like fire or blood

Back to editing now.

Sleepless

I've made the decision so now I have to get it done - get the first novel published. 

I spent the whole of last night trying to go to sleep between titles. I'd just be dozing off when I'd think of another one. Got to write it down or I might forget it. This process repeats until it's almost morning and I'm exhausted.

top image - Pixabay at pexels.com

Overcoming fear

One, two three, go!

'I'm too old to even worry about it' - now who said that? It might have been Jimmy Reed.

I realise that I've been putting off getting my first series of novels published because I've been worried about this, nervous about that. Not sure that they are good enough. Not wanting to be judged.

The truth of it will likely be that nobody will notice my books. It's like playing a gig and you make a mess of a song. Surprisingly, people don't seem to notice, but it burns a hole inside your head so you want to disappear, wear dark glasses never to be recognised again, stay indoors for the rest of time. My fiddle teacher used to cheer me up by saying, 'Don't worry - forget about it. It happens to everybody. It won't be on the news.'

So I've made a decision to publish my first novel before Christmas. I was going to put it off until March. And once I've done the first one, I shall hopefully, follow it with the others