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, 5 August 2013

Leaner and Fitter

The last time the Lovely 'Erindoors and I went down on to the Boat For My Potplants was a good few days ago - and that's a crime of the highest order - especially with this gorgeous weather we've been having recently. We've been just too damn busy - and I thought we came to Wivenhoe for a quiet life!

Artificials are best, aren't they?
Did you see? Last week we had the strangest formation of cloud above the boat ever. It was like looking at mountain peaks in the sky, and I'm sure I was sober.

However, the hot sun and sudden downpours have been causing havoc with the geraniums on the deck. They don't know whether to wither and die, or come on at a pace of knots.

I distinctly remember telling 'Erindoors that it would be best to have plastic artificials, instead of real things, but would she listen to reason? No way. She's got a mind of 'Erown, that girl has.

Canoe-Man Jon knows what's best
So much so that she's become fed up with being a boat-widow and has decided to go and get her own boat-extension...a canoe. And not just any old canoe - it's a Canadian Canoe that you sit up on, just like the one I went to Mersea Island with Canoe-Man Jon at five in the morning.

With his advice, she's gone off to get it right now, whilst leaving me here to make my own tea.

I hope she'll let me on for a paddle. It could be the beginnings of a new, leaner and fitter me.

The only thing is, where will I put the potplants?








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