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)

Monday, 8 March 2010

A little step at a time

I've figured it out. Instead of looking at the whole boat and the huge task that lays ahead, I will from now on focus on a small section at a time. I'll set myself a target, and reward myself if I achieve it.

So on Sunday I focused on the rusty old screws sticking out of the sides. They had to be removed somehow. Each one needed to be hack-sawed off and each one would take several minutes to do. Balancing on one leg on the ladder and leaning over to get the right angle for sawing was not ideal. There were around forty to do along the top row.

That meant a lot of sawing. My arms ached. I just worked away on those screws until they were all gone.

I've still got the same number to do along the bottom row, but that's for the next day.

My reward? To stand back and admire my Boat For My Potplants in the bright sunshine and allow myself a daydream of one day sitting on its deck outside the Rose And Crown drinking a cold beer.

5 comments:

  1. Dear Sir,

    I wish to lodge a complaint, until now the standard of the photos has been very high, but the latest one put me right off my earl grey and toast. I'm not ready for a weatherbeaten thumb first thing. Did you not consider using a stunt thumb or a glove??

    Apart from that, jolly good show and keep up the good work.

    Yours faithfully,

    General Sir Reginald Deuxpots

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  2. i totally agree!!! put me of my supper too!
    But can't wait to climb aboard for a voyage! nick has plenty of champagne at wivenhoe so we should look at a lauching and naming event! And invite a celeb or too! cos i suppose the neighbours down stairs woundn't be enough of a draw!!! lol

    well done anyway, keep up the good work!!!
    2.5 potts

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  3. That was a launching party not a lauching party!! I am on nights!!!!

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  4. God I've written this bloody comment three times now.......so, I've read the blog and watched the video and you are definitely bonkers.... in a nice way..full of hope and optimism washed down with a glass of port (passed to the left at the dinner table, some old naval tradition I believe). You will need a pot of borage and some mint and maybe a little lemon tree for your Pimms days, I'll bring some to your lauch paty as I'm sure to be invited. It's a head not a toilet by the way, but all these boating terms are a bit topsy turvy, hope the boat won't be.

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  5. Gee, thanks for the comment above. I like the passing of the port to the left. And of course you'll be invited to the launch party, whoever you are!

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