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)

Saturday, 23 October 2010

Don't Mess With The Missus

During a spell away in France at Le Petit Chateau (available for weddings, bah-mitzvahs and funerals - or just plain old holidays), we went to a vide grenier, or car-boot sale to you and me, where I spotted a bargain if ever there was one.

A whole bunch of plastic, artificial flowers in bright colours, that would be just perfect to adorn The Boat For My Potplants - and all for only three euros. So I had to have them.

On our return to Englyland, I enthusiastically went to 'plant' them on deck. But 'Erindoors had other ideas with her natural winter pansies.

"If you put those plastic flowers on the boat, I'm outta here", she said. It wasn't until I looked up and saw the seriousness in her eyes that I realised I'd better not be a-messin' with the Missus, so I sheepishly gave in.

I may be spineless, but I'm not daft, for I know who's boss around here. My beautiful plastic plants have been relegated to the cockpit, and the pansies have won the day.

It's good to be back.