Monday, 22 August 2011
I have the writing blues. Don't like what I like and can't see the point anyway. Well, I've been mulling over a friend's misfortune in self-publishing when their book was published prior to the author's agreement and without her permission. She wanted to edit first. She has paid them quite a large sum for just downloading to order and no actual promotion it would seem. But with the major publishers just taking the celebs - largely ghost written at that - or well-established writers what is the place of the newby? Self-publishing now seems to be the only option open and for a large fee and little help anyway. The only hope? That some big established publisher spots you. The market? Open to just about everyone who's now out of work. Difficult and discouraging or what? And such talent out there. I can only write and hope I have a relevant and important message to give and that someone wants to listen.
Posted by journojohnson at 09:36
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
Yesterday, Angus, his Mother and I headed to Highgrove to 'make good' the Christmas present given to Ruby, his Mother, last year. The sun shined on us and the policeman checked us in, our name being on his published list. The gardens were very beautiful although the no weed sprays, pesticides or beast deterrents used meant a spiralling out of control of the bugs, rabbits and foxes, to say nothing of the copious amounts of bindweed. After a two hours tour of all the various named gardens we then sat down in the dining room and were serenaded by a lady pianist as we drank good quality champagne and feasted on sandwiches, scones and cakes all served on an ornate cake stand on to our bone china plates and dishes. All this was washed down by as much tea as you could manage. Plenty of art on the walls from paintings of the various members of the Prince of Wales family to his own artistic efforts. Inded all evidence of this being his habitation but the Prince himself and his good lady wife, Camilla were nowhere to be seen. Imagine inviting people to tea and then not turning up yourself. Rude or what?
Posted by journojohnson at 09:50
Thursday, 11 August 2011
I am responsible. It is easy to judge others in these riots and call them 'feral rats' or 'sick' but at the end of the day I am responsible before God for what has gone wrong in our society. I am responsible because I haven't loved enough, cared enough or prayed enough. No wonder the world looks at the church as weak and ineffectual. It is. We are fighting a spiritual battle here and God is going to win with or without us. I pray it will be with me. I don't want to spend eternity regretting what I could have done, could have said with tears in my eyes. Help me to change Lord, today.
Posted by journojohnson at 06:02
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
Today all ready to take the dog to the Vet's for his tests and then on to gym. Funny how things work out. He's got an infection so no tests just treatment and walk so didn't return home until nearly lunchtime. Maybe I'll try again with the gym tomorrow. Still, interesting who you meet in the park. The pieces of the jigsaw start to fit together as to who's still with who and who's not. Story in that somewhere.
Posted by journojohnson at 03:53
Monday, 8 August 2011
On a spurt at the moment trying to re-edit my novella after my RNA reader. So many things to put right from the character to the plot to the dialogue but I'm trying not to get disheartened because I believe in this book. The subject matter fills a gap in the market and so I press on. Also reading Sophie Page's 'To Marry a Prince', really scrummy. Hard to put down and to get on with anything writing or otherwise. Angus has even threatened to time my reading slots because he keeps finding me snatching just another moment... Oh to write like that. Still useful exercise to read it - this is what I tell myself - then I can go back and update my dialogue which I'm told is rather archiac. It's not quite along the lines of 'verily, verily I prithee' but there are similarities! Might take up history writing next could be my forte.
Posted by journojohnson at 08:35
Thursday, 4 August 2011
Feeling sore today and so can't do much else but write after swimming 50 lengths - short ones I hasten to add - before breakfast and then 21 miles on my bike in the evening. The latter was supposed to be just a short ride to the pub for a meal but my husband mistook the number of miles! We even passed a couple of good pubs on the way. We arrived at our destination only to find it very busy and consequently had to cycle back in the near dark without lights. Because we were somewhat worried about this my husband made me cycle quickly and we arrived back in half the time. Mind you it was only eight miles on the way back. Think I'll sit quietly today...
Posted by journojohnson at 02:54
Tuesday, 2 August 2011
Frustrating morning. The dog out of the way having his three monthly wash and brush up and so I thought I would get down to some serious writing. Before I started I thought, stupidly it seems, why not change my desktop setting. Big mistake. Two hours later, dog emerges with me still fighting Microsoft Word for a complete desktop and not just sections of several! I even considered using one of the ones saved in my system but wasn't allowed it seems and had to start and restart computer twice. Don't even feel much like writing now. The muse has all but evaporated. Pen and paper used to be much less complicated.
Posted by journojohnson at 04:32