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, 11 July 2013

Why Does It Take So Long...?

Question: Why, oh why, does it take so long to go such a short distance?

Answer: Because this is WIVENHOE, of course!

The Lovely 'Erindoors had been asked to make some bunting in readiness for the Regatta this coming Saturday. We set off to deliver it by hand to Graham and Lesley. The walk along from our place to theirs is only a few hundred yards by the riverside, and such a distance anywhere else would have taken three, maybe four, minutes at most.

But here the journey is fraught with danger. The danger of stopping to chat to anyone and everyone along the way.

By the Wet Dock. 'Hello there'. Along The Folly. 'Hello there'. Past The Quay. 'Hello there'. Outside The Rose And Crown. 'Hello there. Fancy a drink?'. 

Then we were alongside my Boat For My Potplants, and of course we had to stop by and plant the new geraniums.

Next to the Nottage Museum and near the Royal British Legion. 'Hello there'. Then on past our mates Rob and Sion's. 'Hello there. Glass of wine?' 

An hour later and the bunting is finally delivered.

No wonder I never get anything done around here.

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