A Boat For My Potplants


My nautical project took me to glorious places, metaphorically speaking. There were parties on board. There was The World's Smallest Pirate Radio Station. Of course there were plants. And one day even a gorilla.
The boat also became my 'Writer's Retreat'. I decided to become an author, writing my debut novel aboard the boat. The book, called MUDDY WATER, was naturally set in Wivenhoe. Amazingly, several local people paid good money to have their names appearing in the book, and a lot of cash was raised for worthy charities - the RNLI, MIND, The Samaritans, and The Royal British Legion.
Now, my next multi-singular selling novel, FLORIDA KEY, is in 'production', due for publication in October 2017.
I'm sure to be visiting writers' block along the way, as well as euphoria, self-doubt and inspiration.
See how my book goes through all the stages - from initial concept to final print. I'll take you with me on my personal journey as I work on the words, on the cover, on the marketing, and on the publishing.
Maybe it will inspire you too to have a go at bringing out THE BOOK IN YOU. Everyone has a story in them, just waiting to be told, and after all, if I can do it, anyone can.
(Click on the tabs below to see more about the Writer's Retreat In France, the old Boat For My Potplants, Tallulah the Motorhome, Alfonso the Car, and Jane the Woman. And to find out more about MUDDY WATER the novel, click the cover to be transported to its Facebook page)

Thursday, 12 November 2009

I didn't get where I am, etc etc

In my last blog I mentioned The Company Shed as an ideal destination for the Boat For My Potplants. Thousands of you bloggers have asked what The Company Shed is. Well, it is the most delightful 'restaurant' imaginable, located on Mersea Island by the water's edge. It serves sea-food for take-away, or (if you're lucky) you might get a seat inside where you are encouraged to bring your own bread and wine. Scallops, prawns, lobsters, white fish, salmon, crabs are bountiful. You name it, they serve it.

However, when mentioning my desire to take the boat there, my friend Greg (whom I reluctantly admit probably does know a thing or two about boating) has steadfastly advised against me taking the Boat For My Potplants to this great place. 'You will have to cross the wide estuary', he says. 'It is SEA. Your boat is a RIVER boat. It is called a RIVER boat because it was built to go on RIVERS, not the SEA'.

Greg - you are such a kill-joy. I didn't get where I am today, etc etc by listening to people telling me what I can't do. But on this one, you're probably right. Even more reason why I have to prove you wrong.

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