Me: 'I need a pen name. Any suggestions?'
Himself: 'Hmm … how about Beth Sellars?'
Himself: 'Hmm … how about Beth Sellars?'
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4 buds!! The iris patch in my back garden is budding for the first time in 18 years.
Himself: What on earth are you doing?
Me: Decorating a toilet roll.
Himself: Why??
Me: Oh, it's for the Litfest.
Himself: Should you be doing that, considering these things are scares at the mo?
Me: Yes.
Today I shall do a 'No News' Friday. The world won't go under, but I might. Time to take some time away from anything that spreads news. I shall first do some exercise, then sit down with a healthy supply of chocolate, and beta read a good book. 'No. News. Friday.'. Maybe you will join me. Virtually of course.
My day-job has just been suspended until further notice due to the virus. Mixed feelings doesn't begin to describe it. I'm fully behind the decision for sake of everyone around, but I now have no salary until ….?
Twitter novice looking for twitter friends. EEEK, I finally joined.
Took over half an hour to find a Twitter name that hadn't been taken. Finally, the most obvious was still free: @Barbara_author
Happy World Book Day … Is it World Book Day? … Well, whatever. It is now.
Rant on/
How is it that some people continuously manage to keep knocking the wind out of my sail? For goodness sake! When will I learn that I can't tell some folk about my passions and dreams, no matter how close they are?
/Rant off.
As you were. Thanks for listening. Back to writing.
I'm rewriting the synopsis, and this time I shall actually include (and make sense of) the most important plot points regards to the ending. Silly girl forgot to add them to the previous draft. *Slaps forehead.*
So, I'm going to change my antagonist's surname. Out comes a list of Russian names. I find 'Pestov'. You have no idea how tempted I am.
2 30 AM. Cat brought mouse in. Battle in progress. Mouse escapes under bed. I'll deal with it in morning.
7 30 AM. Cat and mouse are sitting together in bedroom doorway. Mouse sees me and runs into cat’s play box for easy transport, thank you. I pick up box, and as I walk down stairs, I think I hear cat shout: 'See you tomorrow, Jerry.' A black, fluffy paw waves in the corner of my eye.
Here's to world peace in 2020
Me, reading in bed: 'Wow, this book is actually quite good. I mean really good. Really didn't expect that.'
Himself: 'Why's that?'
Me: 'Well, it was written by *shall remain anonymous* and he's known for other things. Maybe he had a ghost writer.'
Himself: 'Wooohoooooo.'
Sigh.
So, the latest writing mag has this article I thought I really ought to read, only my cat had shredded it over night.
Book 3 done. Now it's decision time: fix book 2? Or start book 4?
So, I re-injured my foot, writing. Fine. Whatever.
I'm up to Chapter 6
An enjoyable read! Off to bed now...
Argh!! Pass out. Faint. That moment when you're getting ready to send your novel and find a massive continuity error.
Okay, get up. Get cracking.
Me, sitting at the comp: UGH. I feel quite sick.
Himself: Why? I thought you're happily editing your book thingy.
Me: I am. But one of my scenes is so disturbing, it's made me feel quite sick.
Himself: Well, change it then.
Uh-oh, I just failed an online Swiss-German language quiz. I wonder if the Swiss Ambassador will turn up and strip me of my nationality. 'Giv me ze passport please, Frau Barbara.'
I best not open the door for the next few days.
Hi Carol, sorry to bother you with this, but quick question: I just filled out a priority form for pop-up submissions, but didn't get any kind of notification. Is there any way I can check that it has been received? Thanks in advance x
Note to Self for the next Huddle: either lock Self into a closed room, or set Self up outdoors in the rain, or better: feed cat first. If not, cat will pester and try to jump up onto the keyboard at most inconvenient moments or worse, cat will try to chew comp cables while Self desperately attempts to figure out how to use a mic. Just as well mic didn't work. Miaou miaou miaou ...
Well, the universe is either telling me to clean up my writing act, or else it's hinting I should launder money. I took the washing from the machine and found a 50p coin with a book image minted onto it at the bottom the of the drum. The British Library 50p.
So, I have a title for a new novel but no idea whatsoever what the novel could be about.
Me: Very busy putting final touches to MS.
Himself: Where's the paint for the utility walls?
Me: No idea. Somewhere, God knows, among the mess of kitchen boxes.
Me: Very busy putting final touches to MS.
Himself: Where are the paint brushes and masking tape?
Me: Somewhere among the kitchen boxes.
Me: Very busy putting final touches to MS.
Himself: Where are the dust sheets? I need to protect the worktops.
Me: Sigh.
If any member had a warning from me, appologies. My tablet is doing something beyond my control. Will try sort it ASAP
Me: 'Well, there goes the summary.'
Himself, from somewhere in the next room: 'Yep, it's windy and rainy. We had no summer at all.'
The joys of living with a musician who has been battered by loud music.
Argh! The summary! Eek!
Yesterday eve in bed. Himself, reading some book or another. Me, nearly asleep. Himself huffs, and puts the book down.
'This story needs more catflap.'
Now I'm wide awake, thanks. 'Catflap?!?!'
'Yeah, more good stuff, coming and going in the story.'
'What?'
'You know, that agent and his friends always talk about books needing more catflap.'
'Oh, you mean more "cowbell".'
After the first wave of edits, I've been letting my MS rest for the past week. And what do you know, I actually miss my protagonist. Interesting. That's a new one.
I've just discovered the joys of a chalk board to make notes for my novel. Much more eco-friendly than paper, I hope. -
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