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, 28 April 2011

Open Plan

Dear Bloggees
I am so sorry to have been away for such a long time. I have been working and helping a friend rebuild his barn in South of France. It was a tough job but someone had to do it.

I toiled night and day, and learned many things, the main thing being that nothing is impossible.

So I'm back on the boat with a vengeance, with fresh vigor and vitality. I've begun the renovation of the interior, after lounging around on the deck enjoying the wonderful Easter weather.

Now it's down to work.

On Monday I rebuilt the floor, making it lower so that I can stand up without bashing my head on the ceiling.

Yesterday I removed the old kitchen.

And then after lunch I tore down the walls between the lounge and bedroom.

What will I do today?

Scratch my head and ponder, that's what I'll do.

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