another week

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: not decided yet – probably Corelli as I need comfort music (superstar DH cleaned my car yesterday; I think he may have taken all the CDs out and put them back in the rack).
Reading: Bittersweet Deception by Liz Fielding. Another fabulous read, especially as it was set in my part of the world and I recognised bits in the book. Bits which, in fact, I’ve used in Sold to the Highest Bidder. (And yes, I am reading a lot of Liz Fielding’s books right now. I find that when life is rough, a seriously good short romance is just what I need to put a bit of sunshine in my day. I’ve had readers say that to me about my books… and all I can say is I’m very glad that my books have helped to lift someone, the way Liz’s are helping me right now.)

Um. Nothing much to report because I’m not blogging about the two big issues in real life. Nothing much to report on the work front (and my poor ed must be as frustrated as I am). I sincerely hope that this week is much better than last week on those three fronts!

Glass half full. Righty. I had to research Greek chocolate yesterday… and as it’s about 15 years since I last visited Greece and ate chocolate, it was a bit of a trip down memory lane. Oh, and the Tooth Fairy visited our house last night. Someone got a little impatient and wobbled her wiggly tooth until it came out… and then moaned that her mouth was sore! No doubt all will be well this morning when she finds the tooth gone and the pound beneath her pillow. In my day, it was 10 pence…

Oh, yes. And I had another ‘tough go shopping’ moment yesterday, albeit from my desk. And my goodies should arrive on Wednesday. (Certain friends and style queens have been a bad influence. I bought myself a string of black pearls… and a string of lavender ones. To celebrate the shortlisting.)

And finally… Winner of the signed copy of Breakfast at Giovanni’s is Lou Gagliardi. Lou, please email me with your snailmail addy (see the first comment below as I’m trying to avoid spam!).

I lied…

… about not even considering buying a new outfit for the RNA do.

Woke up this morning and remembered the old mantra: when the going gets tough, the tough go shopping.

The going right now is very tough and it’s not looking as if things will get better in the near future – if anything, quite the reverse. (Am not blogging about it from now on out of respect from my dad– but if I don’t say ‘good day at hospital’ you’ll know it’s been horrible.)

So although I should have been working, I went shopping.

The idea was just to pick up a new top to go with my black crochet shrug and velvet skirt. Except I’d been browsing on the net and discovered an outfit I liked – and the shop has an outlet in a certain department store in Norwich where I do book signings but don’t normally go clothes shopping. (We’re talking Ghost, Jacques Vert, Viyella and the like. The sort of stuff I would have worn in my rat race days but is a bit OTT for working at home and sharing lunch with the dog.)

And as they had it in my size… and in the sale… and it meant a saving of over £100 (we don’t mention how much I actually spent *g*)… I had to buy it, didn’t I?

I’ve gone retro – i.e. back to the kind of stuff I wore in my 20s. Which means an ankle-length floaty skirt (I have nice ankles), a vest-type top (not strappy) and a floaty shirt (georgette) used as a jacket. Strong colours. If I lose a stone or so this year it’s still going to look good. I have a special wedding coming up in March and needed an outfit for that, and this works for both.

AND - this is the bit people who know me personally are not going to believe - I also bought shoes.

I was browsing in the shoe-shop when one of my friends walked in (her husband had texted DH to say they were in the city and let's meet up for lunch, so DH told them where I was). Excellent, as it meant I had a second opinion on the outfit and help to find the right shoes. It took us all of two shops – and we both dived for a shoe on display. Different shelves, same shoe :o) And it was the perfect fit. Sorted. The man in the shoe shop said, ‘We sell lovely handbags to go with the shoes.’ I smiled and explained, ‘I’m a Radley girl.’ He laughed and said in that case he wouldn’t dare show me any bags.

Hmm. I need that new Radley bag, don’t I?

Anyway. Said shoes are really not what I would normally buy. They’re pretty. Very girly. And TASTEFUL. Slingbacks, high heels, pointy toes, very low sides, bow and diamante. (Tasteful diamante. Just a teensy accent, enough to look pretty but not enough to look tacky.) On the way back to the car, I saw a pair I liked in Hobbs… but I have big feet and Hobbs is for dainty people, and… Look, you just can’t do the school run or walk the dog in those sort of shoes. Not unless you want bunions and blisters.

So. In two weeks’ time I’m going to London with a really posh outfit and nice shoes. And I am going to enjoy it. Just for an afternoon, real life is going to be good.

PS – question for the style queens out there. Do I have to match my lipstick to my nail varnish, or can I have nail varnish to match my outfit and lipstick in a more subtle colour?

award shortlisting

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon (very loudly)
Reading: Quick addendum to the one I raved about the other day – sorry, I got the title wrong due to sleep deprivation – it was Dangerous Flirtation by Liz Fielding. Fabulous, fabulous book and I hope M&B decide to reprint it.

OK, so I’m blowing my own trumpet about this awards shortlisting and it doesn’t sit well with myEnglish upbringing – feels too much like boasting.

But I discovered there’s a logo I can use here (edit: I was using an old one so I've revamped)


As it’s not often one gets the chance to use logos like these (and because real life is still horrible and I want to focus on something nice), I’d just like to reiterate that I’ve been shortlisted for the Romantic Novelists Association’s Romance Prize with Breakfast at Giovanni’s. Which will be out in the US in April as In Bed With Her Italian Boss.

I’m still doing the giveaway – one signed copy of said book – and the question is easy: tell me which instrument Giovanni plays. All names go into the hat and the winner will be picked Sunday evening UK time.

Hope everyone stays safe from the threatened floods. The river near us has burst its banks so the fields are just lakes and although the road was passable this morning it won’t be by this afternoon: so it’s back to the alternative route and add another 15 minutes each way on the school run journey. And as time is at a real premium at the moment… oh, pass the coffee.

finally: my really exciting news

The official announcement has been made, so I am truly, truly thrilled to announce that Breakfast at Giovanni’s has been shortlisted for the Romantic Novelists Association’s Romance Prize 2008.

I’m absolutely delighted because this book – being my 25th published M&B – is special to me, and it’s also Mills & Boon’s centenary celebration year. So that’s a triple there: being on the RNA Romance Prize shortlist with my 25th M&B in the M&B centenary.

Thank you very much to the judges for choosing my book. And as I’ve had a particularly horrible year so far, this has helped to balance things out a bit.

Congratulations also to my friends on the shortlist. You can find it here at the RNA - some of my favourite authors (and real-life favourite people) are also nominated and I’m really pleased for them.

The winner is going to be announced at the RNA Awards lunch in Kensington on 4 February.

Bearing in mind that my birthday celebrations always begin a week before the actual day and carry on for a week afterwards, I’d say that’s rather fortuitous. What a start to my birthday celebrations: champagne and a posh lunch and a chance to chat to my agent and my editor and some very good friends I don’t see often enough.

Last time I was shortlisted, I was a bit overwhelmed and rabbit-in-headlights at the do. This time I know what to expect, so I’m going to go and have fun and enjoy it.

And in the meantime I’m giving away a signed copy of Breakfast at Giovanni’s, as part of my Pink Heart Society blog from yesterday. To be in the draw (which my daughter will do on Sunday evening, UK time), tell me which instrument Giovanni plays. (There’s a clue over here on my website - I only mention one instrument there. And the book is dedicated to the person who teaches me said instrument...)

soon to be announced

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Ray Wilson
Reading: Liz Fielding, A Stranger’s Kiss (I loved this, absolutely loved it – vintage Liz with a gorgeous hero, a warm (and feisty!) heroine, fabulous dialogue and a plot that worked. And music. Fabulous stuff.)
Steps yesterday: 10,639

I need to wait until the official announcement has been made before I tell my exciting news. So imagine me hopping from foot to foot, willing time to pass really, really quickly… (Anyone would think I was five years old.)

Patience, Grasshopper.

All will be revealed as soon as possible. (Though I hear from another source it might not be this afternoon - might be tomorrow or even Monday! So keep checking because I have a book giveaway involved too.)

In real life: hospital was unpleasant; the other ongoing stuff is a waiting game (not something I’m good at); writing was fine but didn’t have anywhere near enough time to work - as soon as I was into it and the words were flowing, I had to stop to go to the hospital. (Must get my muse to play ball, here, and work in the time window I have free, not the tail end of it...)

However, Dad is having his cataracts done today and I have managed to get the day off (because he’s not going to be there when I will be there, and he’ll need a rest). In theory, this means I shouldn’t get any phone calls and if I stay off the net I could do a big chunk of the stuff in my head. Wish me luck!

Somewhere different

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Genesis, Calling All Stations
Reading: Liz Fielding, Old Desires (very enjoyable – very different plot, too)
Steps yesterday: 10,360

I’m blogging over at the Pink Heart Society today about one of my favourite topics – research. And there’s a chance to win a book. (Well, you have to come back here for that. Tomorrow. It’s connected with my good news so that’s why I’m not even telling you which book… just come back!)

Update on everything else: it’s just pants. Utter pants. Not a good day at hospital; more rubbish news when I got home (can’t blog about it, but those who know me in ‘real life’, think back to my big stressy thing last spring: here we go again). And what annoys me most is that I have no control over any of this.

Ah well. At least I can write happy endings in my books. And maybe a bit of the magic will rub off in real life.

in threes

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Josh Groban
Reading: Liz Fielding, A Stranger’s Kiss (bit of self-indulgence on my part as I enjoy her books so much!)

They say that good things happen in threes. On Friday evening I booked our holiday (we’re going to Derbyshire for a week in July/August –a lovely cottage in the middle of nowhere, and yes this does mean that I’m going to be writing a Peak District medical romance in the summer). Sunday evening I had some very, very nice news (am waiting for the go-ahead to talk about that – will be soon); and yesterday I met my new accountant, who is very nice and straightforward and efficient.

Other than that, I’ve paid my tax bill, visited my dad (who was very reasonable about my visiting hours – though we’re still waiting for this case conference and the care package MUST be in place before he comes out – and I must say, I feel much brighter for only doing two hours instead of four yesterday), made some arrangements to do with my nice news from Sunday (yeah, yeah, I’m such a tease), and even managed five minutes on the piano. (I could have my music lessons back next week, oh, bliss…)

still on the rollercoaster

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Karl Jenkins
Reading: Caro Fraser, A Calculating Heart and Breath of Corruption. I do like her Caper Court series – her hero Leo is completely irresistible. He’s very flawed but completely irresistible: clever, articulate, oozing sensuality. Preferred the first of the two books; she’s changed her publisher and the proofing/editing weren’t quite up to scratch, plus there was a lot more headhopping and ‘name dropping’ than she usually does. Shame. Still enjoyed it, though, and will get the next.

Saturday – was so tired that I couldn’t drag myself out of bed, so settled back against the pillows and finished the Caro Fraser instead. Then had to take the kids into town to sort son’s shoes (the buckle broke so his teacher did a temporary fix with string – must say thanks and also tell him he’d be a perfect M&B hero :o) – and Clark’s were excellent and replaced the shoes without a fuss), buy this month’s birthday cards and run some errands for Dad. Called in to hospital for a while (Madam went all shy – though this was her first inpatient visit so it was probably a bit overwhelming); cooked dinner and then went to see DH’s brother in the evening. (Was nice to see them, but I need to explain to DH about need for sleep and time at the moment!)

Sunday – was a Very Bad Person and took a day off visiting. Justification:
a) my sister was visiting;
b) staying at the hospital for four hours every day (plus travelling time) is a pretty big chunk of my time (in fact, all my prime working time); although I’ve cancelled my guitar lessons and my piano lessons and governor meetings and PRESMA meetings so I can give Dad this time, I still need to keep my life ticking over and pay bills etc on time – especially as this has been going on since Weds 3 Jan and we have no idea yet when he’s going to be allowed home;
c) I’m tired and I needed a break – the hospital environment is noisy and because Dad speaks quietly and I can’t lip-read him, I have to concentrate very hard and it’s really, REALLY wearing for me. (This is why I’m sometimes a bit anti-social and why I don’t like parties/conferences: sustained concentration, and it wears me out. No way will I ever do the RWA conference because it’s too big and way, way, WAY too noisy.)

Dad was a bit upset when I said on Saturday that I was taking a day off visiting, and even though I know I need to recharge my batteries I still feel guilty. I feel even guiltier about the fact that I’m going to cut my visiting hours this week (and he is not going to like it), but another week like last one just isn’t sustainable. I’m too tired to function and I need time for me – and it needs to be the right time of day, too. My stepmum and uncle have given me a pep talk about it and said I have to be firm. Mmm.

Plan for today – meeting with accountant (the final one on my shopping list – I did offer to cancel but my stepmum was very firm about the fact I need to have this meeting and Dad would have to put up with the fact that I’m going to be in later than usual). We may have a meeting with the doctors and social services today to sort out the care package, but they will ring my stepmum with a time, and she’ll ring me so I can tie up things here if need be and get to the hospital on time.

And there’s also something I can’t talk about yet. Let’s just say 2008 so far has been a horrible year, so something good needed to happen. It did, last night. All will be revealed… later this week.

ups and downs

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Del Amitri
Reading: Louise Allen, A Most Unconventional Courtship (finished it last night and it was excellent. Must get her new one)
Steps yesterday: 9,957

Hospital: much better all round – Dad’s back on his feet (albeit still with the frame), is much more his old self and I’ve had a long chat to the doctors so I have a better idea of the situation and his likely progress. And Wednesday’s upset is all sorted. (Again, apologies to those who had to put up with the whining.) Apparently I look stressed in the playground yesterday morning. (Well, I was.) And DH had a hissy fit when I was checking my blood pressure and he looked over my shoulder. (Well, c’mon, I was really upset and I slept badly on Wednesday night. Of course my BP was going to be sky-high. It’ll be better today.)

DH did the afternoon school run for me so I could get some work done, which I really appreciated. However, he then undid all the good work, and then some. ‘Please go and fetch son from next door because dinner will be ready in five minutes’ does not mean ‘take daughter with you and go and play computer games for a good half an hour next door’. Result: one burned meal (I was caught on the phone – and I should add this is the first time I’ve burned anything for more years than I can remember. I think the halogen unit on our hob might have gone wrong because it was on its lowest setting and yet the new potatoes boiled dry), the veg went cold in the steamer, and I ended up having chocolate for dinner because I was so cross. (OK, OK, so I was bad. And it wasn't even decent chocolate.)

I can see the funny side this morning (I can even see where that kind of scene would fit in a book), but yesterday I was at max stress point and could’ve done without it. DH has offered to cook dinner tonight, but as his skills in that area are somewhat (actually, very) limited I think I’d rather do it myself and have something edible. But if he messes me about with mealtime tonight, his dinner will be in the dog. And meanwhile I will be taking advantage of the contrition to pin him down re booking a summer holiday. If the cottage is available when I check today... am booking it.

on winning the lottery…

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Del Amitri
Reading: Louise Allen, A Most Unconventional Courtship (sneaked in two chapters last night and it gets better and better)
Steps yesterday: 10,964

No, I haven’t. But Dad was convinced I had, the other day. Pity he can’t remember the numbers with which he thinks I won, just in case it was a premonition. Mind you, then he told me how much – a tad less than 50% of my mortgage. Nowhere near enough – if I win, I want enough to pay off my mortgage and those of my family and closest friends, plus treat certain people to a good holiday and do something nice for the kids’ schools and a couple of causes dear to my heart. And enough for me to be able to be a secret fairy godmother. Oh, I’d LOVE that. Being able to put some sparkle into people’s lives. Then again, that’s what I do for a living: I write happy endings that make people smile and feel good. (Actually, if I didn’t write for a living I’d have to write anyway because that’s who I am: I write.)

Hospital yesterday: Dad was actually up and about on a walking frame for a little while, which is good news. His moods are pretty up and down, and he got upset about something yesterday that isn’t actually an issue (and which really, really upset me and I did a lot of whining on email last night – apologies to those on the receiving end, will be more chipper today). He also gets upset when I leave, and I find that very hard. His brother is visiting this afternoon, so I’m keeping my visit a bit shorter today to give Dad a rest in between. It does make me feel as if I’m neglecting him, even though I know I’m not – if anything, I’m doing more than I should (but that’s Kate Scary for you).

However, before the SDP start leaping up and down, I realise that I need a break, too, so please spare me the lecture. I guess people have their place in a family and it’s set for life, but I’ve noticed that mine is ‘Kate who fixes everything and knows all the answers’ in every single area of my life. I’ve also noticed who gives me support when I need it – and who takes me for granted or doesn’t listen to what I’m saying. So maybe it’s time to start being just a little bit selfish, and learning a little two-letter word that doesn’t appear to be in my vocabulary. It goes against the grain – but then again, support needs to be mutual or someone falls down.

Work: well, I was going to, yesterday. But of course I had phone calls. ‘I just…’ Sigh. (The one from my stepmum isn't included here because I was expecting that and I would've phoned her if she hadn't called me.)

The only downside to writing for a living is that other people don’t consider it a ‘proper’ job (I’ve even been told ‘well, you don’t have a job’ – ha, tell that to the taxman) and believe that if you work from home you can be called at any time because you’re ‘free’. As for the idea of being in your book world when you’re working, and it takes a while to get back into it again after interruptions… nope, you really can’t explain it to the ‘I just…’ people because they think you’re a flake.

Actually, most writers probably are flakes. (That’s why I like the ones I know. They’re such interesting company.)

This afternoon, I should get two hours. Two hours for me. Two hours: that’s ten minutes on the piano and ten minutes on the guitar and one hour forty minutes to write (which, for me, is like breathing. At the moment I’m suffocating and I really, really need to breathe). I sincerely hope that people are going to be kind and let me have those two hours without interruptions. Otherwise I might not be Nice Dutiful Kate. I might be Kate Who Tells Uncomfortable Home Truths And Swears A Lot (Except in Front of the Kids).

not such a good day

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Del Amitri
Reading: Louise Allen, A Most Unconventional Courtship (or I would be if I had time to read at the mo!)
Steps yesterday: 11,257 (yay for hospital corridors and the fact I left something Dad wanted in my car so had to go back for it; plus Madam’s swimming lesson)

Hospital yesterday: Dad didn’t have such a good day and was quite low. But I stayed with him for four hours so I hope it helped a bit. And hopefully this will go in cycles of a good day following a not so good day.

Very amusing incident on the way there. I was buying my lunch and a paper for Dad when this woman smiled at me and asked how the exercise was going. I couldn’t place her, and clearly I looked confused because she said, ‘It was you in the paper, wasn’t it?’ (Whoops – missed that cutting. But I remember what I said – the subject was new year’s resolutions. Kate Lardy is counting calories and trying to do a bit more exercise.) So I gestured to my lunch (a low-fat chicken salad wrap and a bowl of mixed fresh fruit – mango, pineapple, melon and strawberries, since you ask) and said I was doing very well on the eating front, but exercise was a tad trickier at the mo as Dad’s in hospital, though I’m working on it…

The poor dog’s the one who’s missing out. And no, I haven’t tried him on the treadmill. The dog, I mean. (Or Dad, bless him. I know he managed some steps yesterday in physio after I’d left, but will get full details this morning.) Dog has a new form of exercise: pacing round the dining room table, hoping that the ‘big sad spaniel eyes’ routine will work on one of us so he’ll get scraps at the table. DH lost patience and sent him back on his bed. Cue more ‘big sad spaniel eyes’ and one hard-hearted man of the house not falling for it.

Work: didn’t manage any. But hopefully everyone’s reassured at the moment and I can have a couple of hours tonight (for my sanity's sake - not pressure from my lovely editor or agent).

a more even keel

Thanks to everyone who’s left comments or emailed me privately (and a special thank you to Katie B for sending me an email about one of my books that really put a bright spot in my week, just when I needed one).

Things are on a more even keel now the antibiotics are kicking in, and Dad sounds much more like his old self again. But it’s definitely been a weekend to give me grey hairs. Thursday was rough, Friday was worse, and I really wasn’t sure he’d pull through on Saturday.

Everyone’s been marvellous. My husband is a true superstar, holding the fort without complaint and even cooking Sunday lunch for us all (and yes, those of you who know me in real life – even though he can’t cook and loathes doing it, he followed my list of what to put in the oven and when, and the kids voted his roast potatoes as good as mine); my editor and agent have been brilliant and very accommodating; the nursing staff at the hospital are excellent; and my stepmum and I have worked out a rota which will hopefully mean Dad isn’t on his own too much. He loathes being in hospital, and when he asked the consultant yesterday if he could go home that evening, he was very unhappy with the answer – yes, if you’re up and walking as normal. (Which he isn’t… and it’s going to be a while before he’s on his feet again. Though the physio did get him out of bed yesterday, there is a very long way to go.)

Life can’t go on hold, however, and I need to keep things ticking over at school and work – though I am ducking out of governor meetings and have cancelled my music lessons for the time being so I can spend the time between school runs at the hospital and then work in the evening. Work is not pressured AT ALL because my ed is very understanding about the situation - but I will go bananas if I can’t write. I need to work for my sanity’s sake! However, I may be a bit quiet online for a while – and I’m actually saying no to people. (I think that deserves a gold star as I find it very, very hard to say no instead of just adding it to my list and whizzing through what one of my oldest friends calls ‘doing six impossible things before breakfast, and that’s at half-past six’.)

Oh, and I lost 1.5 lbs this week. Good thing about the hospital is that it does low-fat, low-cal sandwiches (and they’re edible). And one latte a day is well within my calorie count. Between school and the hospital corridors, I’m hitting 10k steps a day (poor dog is missing out a bit). So. Even keel. And fingers crossed that my dad continues to improve.

going awol for a bit

My dad's pretty ill at the moment - in hospital as of the early hours of yesterday, so my time's being spent with him at the moment. So if anyone emails me and is waiting for an answer, sorry, will get to it when I can, but my priority is Dad and helping my stepmum, while my absolutely wonderful husband holds the fort here. Anyone I'm letting down, sorry. Will fix things when life is on more of an even keel here.

busybusy

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Bach
Reading: Louise Allen, A Most Unconventional Courtship (this is a cracking read – excellent characterisation, hero and heroine both very likeable and there are a couple of secondaries that I think deserve a book of their own)
Steps yesterday: 4,777 - another biting east wind. Will be braver today. Dog needs a walk, whether he likes it or not.

Busy with book. Busy sorting out a couple of things on my new website design (this book needs to be finished before I even start thinking about coding, and it’s going to take a few days as I’m switching a lot of things round. My web designer is brilliant, though, and has given me a quick CSS lesson as well as doing me a gorgeous design and a shell template).

Very relieved that we have no snow. Still doing an anti-snow dance here; am very wussy about driving in the stuff, after my nasty experience the other year. OK, so I got the first scene of a book out of it – because novelists never waste life experience –but it was still very scary.

Back to book now so I can make progress before the children wake up. (Back to proper routine on Monday…)

This month’s new releases

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Diana Krall
Reading: Louise Allen, A Most Unconventional Courtship (this is a cracking read – excellent characterisation, hero and heroine both very likeable and there are a couple of secondaries that I think deserve a book of their own)
Steps yesterday: 5,426 - not so good due to biting east wind, and I don’t expect it to be much better today… unless I move my boxes and guitar from the area of the treadmill. Must be brave about this…

This year’s a very special year for M&B because it’s the company’s centenary. I feel very, very proud to be published by the world’s largest publisher of women’s fiction, especially in such a special year.

My first two releases in 2008 are both in the US. (Though I still have a couple available from last month’s releases in the US, Australia and the UK, as well as a new one in February from Australia – check out the links on the side bar if you want to get hold of them.)

The first is The Pregnancy Ultimatum, which is a Presents Collection in the ‘Pregnant Mistresses’ miniseries. You can buy it in shops across the US – although for obvious reasons I won’t get to see it myself, I’d be really happy to see pics of it. If any readers would like to send me pics of themselves reading it or in the bookshop with it (telling me where you are), I’ll post the pics here (and also send you something to say thank you!).

You can also buy The Pregnancy Ultimatum at E-harlequin, and it’s available as an e-book.

I loved writing it, because I really enjoy writing books about complete opposites who fall in love. And you can’t get much more opposite than Will (my very clever, posh garden designer who turned down a place at Oxford University and is a fantastic cook) and Amanda (a city girl who’s driven because she doesn’t want to turn into her mother). It’s set partly in Cambridge (yes, of course they go punting) and partly in London (which Will loathes). Various friends have asked me if the house really exists, because they want to buy it; sadly, it was my imagination. I’d love that house, too.

My other release in the US is in e-book format and is part of the Best of Makeovers Bundle. My book (and I am sooo pleased that it’s been chosen as the lead title) is The Cinderella Project – where Cyn, my nerdy computer programmer, gets to go to the ball with Max Taylor, a gorgeous architect. This one caused a bit of a fuss in the UK and Australia because of a certain scene set beside the Thames involving the lamp standards. (In fact, that scene caused the book to be retitled in France – ‘Un Printemps sur la Tamise’.) This was my first Modern Extra (aka Modern Heat as from this month), written in response to my editor telling me that the line was starting in the UK and she thought I’d be perfect as a launch author and asking, would I like to write her a book…? You bet! I wasn’t sure whether to be more thrilled, flattered, or just plain excited. Anyway, I had a lot of fun with this one, and I think it shows. If you’ve ever gone to a reunion or some kind of party where you know people are going to be judging you fairly critically, and you’ve wished that the quiet, plain girl could come out ahead of the nasty but pretty and ‘popular’ girl… then Cinders is for you.

motivation

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Michael Buble
Reading: next on my TBR pile... possibly Caro Fraser
Steps yesterday: 8523 (not bad; will try harder today but not beat myself up about it)

Went for a walk on the beach yesterday, despite the fact that it was drizzly and cold. Bit mournful with the seagulls screaming. (Am sparing you the Old English poetry, but the beach in winter always makes me think of 'The Wanderer' ... which was my nickname for my hero in the archaeologist book, but I had to lose it as it wasn't alpha enough and I'd already stuck my neck out with my previous editor over the hero's occupation.) Also worked a bit on the book and planned out my menus for the rest of the week.

Plan for today: library to pick up some research books (there will be protests, but we’re walking there), finish proof collation of my last project management job, go to post office (proofs and birthday presents), and a do bit more on my book.

I was pretty disappointed with the ending of the last episode of Robin Hood. No spoilers here if you missed it/taped it for later, but if you change a character’s behaviour, particularly if it’s in opposition to the expectations you’ve set up all series, then you need to make the motivation behind those changes very clear to the audience – otherwise it doesn’t ring true. Sure, you get the ‘shock’ value and can say it’s an ‘unexpected twist’ – but then the audience starts asking ‘Why?’, and if the motivation isn’t apparent then said twist to the plot doesn’t work properly. Even my 7-y-o picked up on it: ‘I didn’t like that. It was all wrong. He wouldn’t have done that.’

This is why I tend to write dual POV rather than just the heroine’s – I feel it’s important to see inside the hero’s head and understand his motivation as well as hers. And right now I'm hiding my current hero's motivations too much. Need to go do some layering, methinks.

Lovely start to the year

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Michael Buble

Happy new year!

Yesterday I had the most marvellous boost, when one of my best writing buddies pointed me to a post on a forum where someone had really praised one of my books. So I had a mosey round – and what I read made me feel very humble and on cloud nine at the same time.

People actually like my books.

Intellectually, I know I can write or my editor wouldn’t accept my books. Publishers aren’t charities. But in this business, when it’s just you and a blank screen and a spaniel snoring softly behind you, real life has been a little bumpy and you have a screaming deadline which you’ve already moved, you sometimes wonder if you can still do it. (It’s called authorial paranoia, and I’m far from alone in suffering from it!) And when you see phrases such as ‘love the stories’ and ‘I wish she were on the book shelf all the time’ and ‘puts a lot of sensitivity into her characters’ and (as an English person I find it hard to write this word as an adjective describing me, but remember I’m reporting someone else’s view) ‘phenomenal writer’…

It’s just really nice to know that my words can have that effect on people. I really needed to hear that, yesterday. Thank you very, very much to the readers who posted such lovely compliments.

Took the kids to see ‘Bee Movie’ at the cinema yesterday morning. The animation was good (I particularly enjoyed the animation of Sting) but the plot was almost non-existent and I think I must have blinked and missed most of the jokes. (I think DH was glad he missed that one.) However, the kids enjoyed it, to the point where they didn’t complain when I suggested going into Waterstones to spend my Christmas book tokens. Bought Roy Strong’s ‘A little history of the English Country Church’ (one of my pet subjects) plus a biography of the 19th-century medic James Barry, which is interesting in itself but will also be excellent background research for a certain book of my heart. Lunch at M&S; then home to discover my journal and calorie book have arrived. (As well as a few, ahem, CDs. All right. So I’m profligate. ) Now I’m all set for the new healthy me.

Also heard that we’re due to have snow and ice this week. Uh-oh. However, have also checked dates with a friend and it seems that my diary is wrong: term starts on Monday next week, not Thursday this week. OK, so I lose two more working days than I’d planned… but if the road is covered in compacted snow with a layer of ice on top, I wouldn’t want to drive. I can always be Bad Mummy and let the kids watch a film while I do some very focused work.

Today: not sure what we’re doing (depends on the weather), but with any luck we’ll get a walk somewhere. And in between I have a deadline, so I’m gone.

Ring in the new

Following on from ringing out the old, I think there’s room for improvement in 2008. (Note, O Slowing Down Police, I didn’t say ‘room for more work’. Am not being Bad Kate.) I want to work smarter. And the way to do this (lord, am I going to get some stick from some of my mates for this bit) is to achieve a much better work-life balance. I’ve already set the wheels in motion because I’ve given up the project management – that will take a lot of stress and time off me (not to mention giving me much more space in my office as I won’t have piles of proofs cluttering up the space behind my door).

Goals for this year:

Exercise. Goal: 10,000 steps a day (i.e. take dog for walk as soon as I get home, unless it’s raining in which case use the treadmill. Note to self, move guitar stand and guitar). This will also clear my head ready for work and I won’t get distracted playing Sudoku online. I could even use this as a bargaining tool: do the 10k steps and THEN I can play a game of Sudoku… (Lovely Rowan Mantell of the local newspaper – the Norwich Evening News – asked me about my resolutions and how long I think I’ll stick to them. I have to admit that my answer on exercise was ‘until it rains’, because the dog and I do not enjoy going out in the rain and getting wet – well, he doesn’t mind getting wet, but he doesn’t like the fact it means he has to dry off in the utility room, ON HIS OWN. Spaniels are very good at the ‘I am a poor, hard-done-by dog’ look.)

Weight management. This year, I’ve decided to go back to the tried and tested method of counting calories and writing things down to keep track of my eating/exercise habits. I have a lot of weight to lose (I want my BMI back down to 25) and a gradual, permanent shift is the best way to go. As a female I need an input of about 2,000 calories a day; if I reduce my intake by 250 calories a day and increase the output by 250 a day (aka exercise) = 500 calories a day = 3,500 calories a week = 1lb of blubber. Hardly rocket science, is it? I have a calorie/fat/carb book on order and a journal, so with that and the walking (with the pedometer to keep track) I should be able to do this. I also have support from my diet buddies (waves to Diane and Melissa) and am all fired up for starting afresh.

Writing. Aims: I already know my schedule this year, so the aim this year is to merge my ‘Modern Heat voice’ and ‘Medical Romance voice’ and grow my ‘brand’ (aka hot weepies with a real-world, warm feel to them). I also have a project I really want to work on this year, and to sell another local history book by the end of the year.

So what are your resolutions for this year? And how long do you think you’ll stick to them?

I wish you all health, happiness and fulfilment for 2008. Happy New Year!

Ring out the old

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Bach
Reading: Had a bit of a binge over the last few days – India Grey’s ‘The Italian’s Captive Virgin’, Jessica Hart’s ‘Appointment at the Altar’ and Michelle Styles’ ‘Taken by the Viking’ – enjoyed them thoroughly.

Today’s a day for looking back. What kind of a year has 2007 been?

Workwise, it’s been busyish. For Medicals, I wrote The Doctor’s Royal Love-Child (in the Penhally series); The Spanish Consultant’s Love-Child; and I’m currently writing the Medical duo (hmm… I was probably finishing off The Doctor’s Very Special Christmas about this time last year, too); for Modern Heat I wrote One Night, One Baby; Sold to the Highest Bidder; and Hotly Bedded, Conveniently Wedded. On the nonfiction front I wrote about half of the Norfolk Almanac of Disasters plus Norwich: Heroes, Villains and Victims (both of which I enjoyed hugely), and revised How To Research Local History for the second edition, and I’m working on another local history book at the moment. I’ve also done a fair bit of project management, and the big thing in 2007 was getting my pin from M&B for my 25th book on the shelves with them (which isn’t bad in a little under 5 years). (This is where the Slowing Down Police will be folding their arms and tapping their feet, but wait for the post immediately above this one, OK?)

Personally – bit of an up and down year for me. Some of it was out of my control (such as DH’s job situation and a friend dying unexpectedly), and although I dealt OK with becoming older than my mum was when she died ( a very, very weird feeling), I’m cross with myself for letting some work-related hassles throw me so badly that I spent the whole year chasing my tail and feeling very, very miserable. I need to draw a line and move on. A personal highlight, though, was buying the piano. It’s enriched my guitar lessons and I’ve enjoyed playing so much. I’ve also made some really lovely friends this year.

How did I do with my goals?

Er. The first one was exercise. Considering I’ve been nowhere near the treadmill, this was out for a duck. I ended up messing about on the net more rather than less, and the dog didn’t get anywhere near as many walks as he should’ve done.

Second was weight management. Ha. I am the same weight as I was this time last year. Still, at least I’m not heavier than I was at the beginning of the previous year (which is better than last year, when I’d put on weight).

Third was writing. Write better books… hmm. I can’t judge my own work. No idea. Reviews have been nice and the local books have hit the #1 spot, and my two US retail books both ended up in the Waldenbooks top 10, so maybe. Start working on mainstream – nope, didn’t get round to it. Get another local history book contract – yes, managed that one (one from each publisher).

So I know what I need to work on in 2008…

oh, yes, it is!

A red letter day, that is. Icing on the cake today – two lovely reviews from Cataromance, both with four and a half stars.

The Doctor’s Very Special Christmas
Take the phone off the hook, put your feet up and get ready to lose yourself in this spellbinding tale of second chances and new beginnings written by an outstanding writer of romantic fiction: Kate Hardy!

Packed with intensity, drama, emotion and heart-stopping romance, The Doctor’s Very Special Christmas will move you to tears and leave you breathless as Kate Hardy tells this powerful tale of two kindred souls finding one another.

Nobody tugs at the heartstrings better than Kate Hardy and romance readers will find themselves devouring The Doctor’s Very Special Christmas in a single sitting!

Read more here.

One Night, One Baby
Romantic fiction does not get any better than this! Fresh, funny, heartwarming and absolutely unputdownable, One Night, One Baby is vintage Kate Hardy! Featuring a lovely heroine, a gorgeous hero, sizzling sexual tension, an adorable cast of secondary characters and steamy romance, One Night, One Baby is the perfect book to curl up with on a cold winter night!

Read more here.

Thank you, Julie Bonello, for making my day. :o)

oh, no, it isn’t…

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Silje Nergaard/Diana Krall
Reading: Liz Fielding, Prisoner of the Heart (an oldie but a goodie – I always enjoy her heroines so much, and this one was no exception)

Lovely day yesterday with Dad. I had great fun introducing him to the Internet and the wonders of YouTube and, ahem, Amazon’s CD catalogue. (Bad influence? Moi?)

Also delighted to discover that the eharlequin newsletter included The Pregnancy Ultimatum as one of the top 10 ‘Ring in the New Year’ books. Yup, there’s a very happy new year at the end of that…

Plan for today: get as much work done as possible before the children wake up (especially as I’ve gone back to my original idea as the heroine needs more conflict), and then maybe persuade them to watch a film this morning. As soon as DH is home from work, we’re going into the city (some shopping is apparently required – possibly cushions for the new sofa as they’re on sale at the mo), having dinner out and then off to the panto. Really looking forward to it.

settling down at the end of the year

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: all sorts of soft jazz today (with my dad)
Reading: Christina Jones, Heaven Sent (thoroughly enjoyed it – my Seeing Stars was about pyrotechnics so it was a theme I really liked – plus she has these lovely warm characters and it was so nice to see characters from some of her earlier books reappearing)

Christmas started very early for us. Bearing in mind we’d stayed up until midnight… at six, we had a small child thundering through. ‘Wake up! Wake up! Father Christmas has been, Father Christmas has been!’ (Actually, what was funnier was the night before, when I crept upstairs with full stockings and son’s door started to open and his fingers were visible in ‘pounce on the goodies’ mode. Being mean, I made him wait... because I didn’t put his stocking back on the door until he went to sleep.)

Plus the turkey had to go on at 7 in order to be ready for lunch, so we had to give in. Dog was bouncing around, wanting to know how many doggy stockings he had and if he could snaffle any of the chocs. So it was a tad overexcited…

DH had bought me the DVD of Casino Royale (yeah, yeah, so I’m a little behind); while the kids were busy doing art and crafty stuff we chilled out with the film and a glass of wine. I can see exactly why people are calling Daniel Craig the best Bond ever – much more ‘rounded’ than previous Bonds, and his eyes are stunning. (And yes, the shower scene... fabulous.)

Highlight of the day for son was Dr Who. He will no doubt be ecstatic tomorrow evening at the panto, as Colin Baker and Terry Molloy are starring in Dick Whittington.

Today: DH and daughter are hitting the sales (and I had kittens when I saw that M&S had 50% off their furniture… luckily, the one that I ordered has 30% off, the same as it was when I ordered it, or I would be in trouble). Meanwhile, son and I are going to pick up my dad as he’s spending the day here while my stepmum’s away. (I have promised him salmon and George Shearing.)

Merry Christmas

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Silje Nergaard and George Shearing

I’d like to wish everyone all the very best for the holiday season – with thanks to my readers (without whom I couldn't do my job) and to the friends I've made in this business, who make my life a brighter place.

And the best way a romance author can do this is to introduce you to a new gorgeous hero, yes?

So here’s Ben Sharkey. I discovered him on YouTube when I was finding background music for the current book. I like his voice (though I think if he had a little polishing through vocal coaching, he would be absolutely stellar and I’d be one of the first in the queue for his CDs). And he’s also extremely cute – it’s the smile and the eyes that really do it. And the sense that he’s a nice guy who’s a lot of fun. (We need more people like this in the world. People who bring a bit of sunshine into people’s lives.)

This is the first one that caught my attention – ‘The Way You Look Tonight’





And because I’m generous (all right, because I’ve teased certain people since Friday), I’ll share some others:

It Had to Be You (one of my favourite songs – and also used in one of my all-time favourite movies, When Harry Met Sally)


You and I (Piano, eyes, smile. Yes. It’s that smile – and it’s monochrome so it’s very moody and sexy).

Everything (it’s the eyes here – not so keen on the song)

And finally, because it’s Christmas, this one. Happy Christmas – and may 2008 bring you joy.

Actually, no – not finally. Finally, here’s something you can really chill out to. George Shearing is an astoundingly good pianist (and considering he was born blind… this is astonishing). The Shadow of Your Smile is just beautiful (and the Bach he’s slipped into this version works very nicely indeed). Just close your eyes and enjoy.

on being a semi-luddite (not to mention profligate)

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Silje Nergaard (on YouTube until my CDs arrive)

Now, I’m known for having a few CDs… (Oh, all right, so we need another floor-to-ceiling unit as I’ve been a bit of a bad puppy lately – waves to Kate W, who says I am profligate as well as scary.) YouTube has been utterly brilliant (waves to India, who has introduced me to wonderful music via YouTube) because it means I can browse an artist’s work and see what I think of the body as a whole, instead of buying an album for just one song and maybe ending up a tad disappointed.

Buying an album for one song, when I could buy just one song for 80p or whatever it is on iTunes? Am I mad?

Er, no. Thing is, my hearing loss involves frequencies, so I can’t hear music properly without my hearing aid. (For example, the title track of Coldplay’s ‘X&Y’ sounds discordant without it, but I can hear the harmonies with it.) MP3 players seem to work on in-ear headphones – which means I wouldn’t be able to wear the hearing aid. So I wouldn’t be able to hear the music properly, so loglically there is no point getting an MP3 player. Yes, I know I could get a player with speakers etc, but why bother when I already have a really good sound system in my office that includes a digital radio? And I can make myself CD mixes using my PC, so playlists aren’t an issue. (Plus… where can I store the MP3s safely, without taking up huge amounts of my hard disk or copying to, ahem, CD? And from what I’ve read, CDs are superior in sound quality to the MP3 format anyway.) So I’m sticking to the technology that works for me.

My other source of inspiration this year has been blogging. Other people who have a similar music habit have posted what they’re listening to, and I’ve dipped in and out. Ray-Anne in particular has inspired me (this is the point where I say thank you, Ray-Anne), and through her I discovered the Norwegian singer Silje Nergaard yesterday. I think she’s in the same area as Norah Jones and Joni Mitchell (and the odd bit of Lene Marlin – and I have several albums by those three artists) so, yes, I had another little album binge yesterday. (Only two. And my daughter will enjoy them as well. And…)

In the meantime, I’m thoroughly enjoying my current heroine. And I’m especially enjoying her taste in music. Especially because of said rather hot YouTube singer. (Shall I be nice and share?)
Out last night to see friends (Madam’s still a bit under par and went clingy on me before falling asleep on my lap – normally she’s a daddy’s girl; then she kept us awake half the night when she woke wanting a cuddle and coughing, sigh…).

Plan for today: work like mad while DH is out doing last-minute shopping, see my parents in the afternoon to drop off pressies, and see DH’s brother this evening to drop off pressies.

Plan for tomorrow: work in morning while simultaneously cooking the cheese stars and cookies, cousins round for tea (and talking weddings). And then it’s Christmas Eve. Where is the time going?

interesting names – and a discovery

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Diana Krall
Reading: Sarah Morgan, The Italian’s New-Year Marriage Wish (as always, a fab read – her Italian heroes are always gorgeous)

The National Office of Statistics has released the top 10 names given to babies in England and Wales this year. In descending order:

Boys' names: Jack, Thomas, Oliver, Joshua, Harry, Charlie, Daniel, William, James, Alfie.

Girls' names: Grace, Ruby, Olivia, Emily, Jessica, Sophie, Chloe, Lily, Ella, Amelia.

The list of the top 50 names for each is on the press release at http://www.statistics.gov.uk/pdfdir/names1207.pdf - interesting reading for novelists. I’m using one of the girls’ names this time round (Madison) – but my hero is Greek so his obviously doesn’t appear.

I was messing about on YouTube yesterday for the right music to act as background to the book. (There’s the Venetian masked ball… and then this scene involving a hot air balloon that wasn’t in my original outline, but makes perfect sense because of the masked ball. Thank you to the lovely RNA members and fellow M&B authors who responded to my squeaks for help on research – waves particularly hard to Fiona Lowe in Aussie and Jenny Haddon.) Anyway, I discovered someone with a pretty good voice (except for the vocal runs – he does them well, but I prefer jazz without too much ornamentation). But… even more than this, this guy has a really, really spectacular smile.

And stunning eyes.

Smouldering, in fact. One of the comments to one song moans that he looks as if he’s just got out of bed. Uh, honey, that’s the POINT of a romance hero *g*. Works for me. (Wish my DH could sing like this. But no - I get bloody Badfinger crooned at me. Sigh. If I show him the clip he’ll do a parody, so am not doing that.)

I think my Greek doctor hero just morphed.

Am I sharing?

Heh. Just call me Kate Greedy :o) (And yeah, I know exactly who’s going to email me over this and make demands.)

I’m going through a real jazz phase at the moment. Have just been verrrry naughty and bought myself three albums on Amazon (not from the YouTube singer, who isn’t signed – the day he is, I’ll pre-order his CD) and a George Shearing (jazz piano, no vocals - and it took me AGES to wade through his albums and find out which one has 'The Shadow of Your Smile' on it. Would've rung Dad but it was a bit late. Look up 'George Shearing' and 'Smile' on YouTube - is fab performance in Tokyo including a bit of Bach).

As you can probably tell, the dark days of December are over for another year. Relief. I didn’t do the waking-up-crying bit this year, but I haven’t been very nice to live with, this week. I apologise if I’ve sounded bad-tempered or just plain miserable recently. I did try not to.

And I also apologise for not posting about something important yesterday: happy second anniversary of being an M&B Medicals author to my friend Margaret McDonagh (who writes lovely, lovely, family doctor books and is also in the Penhally series with me next year).

Anyway. I’m off with my Greek doctor until the kids surface.

and a whoo-hoo moment

Current work: Med duo
Listening to: Diana Krall
Reading: whatever my cherub wants to hear

I did indeed end up reading a lot to cherub yesterday. But son has also gone down with it and they both insisted I join them on the sofa (complete with duvet) to watch Wallace and Gromit. Dog was not happy. He paced and paced and paced – then forced his way onto the sofa between son and me, glared at son and sat on my lap. (He’s used to having me to himself. And late in the evening he did the same thing – inserted himself between DH and me, then poked his paws into DH and stretched so that DH would move. Normally, he shadows DH, so it worries me a little that he’s suddenly gone clingy on me. Last time my dog did that, I had a week left with him. (That would be way too much for me to take at this time of year. Not because of Christmas, but because the teen days of Christmas seem to be when the horrible stuff happens.) Am pretty sure that Byron is fine and I am just being paranoid. He's probably just readjusting to the house being full during the day.

But I did have some really nice news yesterday. My lovely editor was really pleased with the revisions to the archaeologist book – so Hotly Bedded, Conveniently Wedded will be on sale in the UK in September next year.

Today… hopefully the kids will sleep late and I can work straight through. Sainsbury’s delivery this morning (veg box arrived yesterday), and much playing of board games this afternoon; then (if littlest one is better) we’re going to see DH’s brother to drop off Christmas pressies.

I’m currently having this really mad idea: supposing my med duo runs concurrently rather than consecutively? Might be too ambitious… but the more I think about it, the more I like the idea.

And some nice stuff...

1) Harlequin are having a special 'open house' Christmas party where you can come and chat with authors and win stuff (I'm giving away a copy of The Doctor's Very Special Christmas and One Night, One Baby).



2) Go and see India and wish her happy anniversary (she was a child bride).



3) My fabby new cover for my March title, Sold to the Highest Bidder (ignore the mountain - there are none in my part of the world, where this book is set - but at this angle you wouldn't see the lake from his bedroom!)

counting one’s blessings

Current work: (no comment)
Listening to: Diana Krall/Led Zeppelin
Reading: whatever my cherub wants to hear

Today is a day when I’m counting my blessings. It’s actually not a good day for me as it’s the anniversary of my mum’s death (and from this year my life has had more of these anniversaries than not), but I’m trying really, really hard to put a smile on my face. I was privileged to have a really fantastic, inspirational mother (even if it wasn’t for anywhere near long enough), and I hope that I’ve inherited some of her good qualities and will pass them on to my children. (Sadly, I didn’t inherit her patience… and at the age of 41 I don’t somehow think I’m going to learn it.)

Anyway. My blessings. I have a wonderful husband, two fabulous children, and a soppy (albeit smelly) spaniel. I’m doing the job I love; the house has been remodelled so it’s just right for us; and I’m healthy. I’m lucky to have so much. I’ve worked hard for it, but I’ve also been really lucky in my family and friends when it comes to support – Chrissy and Rich, my favourite uncle and aunt, are particularly brilliant. (Sure, there are those who are the complete opposite, but every family has its less pleasant members. The trick is finding a way to deal with the situation.)

Very nice post yesterday. Apart from a pile of cards and the contract for the nonfiction I’m working on right now (as in alongside my fiction, of course), I seem to have what feels like books and chocolates that I wasn’t expecting (yes, this lack of patience thing means that I am a present groper).

Also had my remaining Christmas shopping delivered, and an antiquarian book I bought at the weekend; it’s a little bit on the spotty side inside, but I can live with that. DH’s first reaction on seeing the parcels was, ‘Are any of those NOT books?’ Ha. I haven’t bought a book since… um, Sunday. I also got the little extra gift for buying DH a year’s subs to Mojo (apart from the fact that Mojo sent it to me, not him, as purchaser of said subs, he agreed up front that it was mine, because I was going to buy it anyway; I'll make it up to him with more Pete Ham stuff after Christmas) and the clarity of sound on Mothership is stunning, even on headphones. Took me right back to being a teenager and the first time I heard ‘Since I’ve Been Loving You.’ Superb.

Spent yesterday playing games with Madam: Boggle (she’s getting the hang of it, but we’re playing joint rather than competitive), Tetris and Guess Who. Today will doubtless be more of the same. Bless her, she really isn’t well (high temperature, headache and sore throat – along with about 10% of the school), and she just wants her mum around. And right now I know that feeling, so I’m not going to fob her off with a film so I can work. I can always chug down some coffee and catch up tonight. Today she’s getting the cuddles.

launch party

Well, since we're at home all day... we're going cyber-partying, my daughter and I. (Is cure for temperature and headache and sore throat.)

And there's a special party going on right now - my mate Julia Williams is celebrating the launch of her novel Pastures New. (My copy is on its way over the next few days, and I can't wait!)

So go over to see her and join in the party - complete with cyberchampagne, nibbles, and games involving gorgeous men. (Might I point out that one of them is mine, all mine? Daughter says only one of the men is handsome (not the same as mine, phew - but she recognised the hero her mum would pick).

What are you waiting for? Go party!

patience

Current work: (bangs head against desk)
Listening to: Ella Fitzgerald
Reading: (hollow laugh)

I forgot to mention what else I did at the weekend. Firstly, I ordered some ‘return address’ labels. This was after a row with our horrible temporary postie (not my normal posties, who are very nice men and excellent at their job). Thing is, if I’m paying £5 to send books to America, I want them to go to America. Not to return to me. And when the parcel was delivered to me on Saturday morning for the THIRD time that week… Sigh.

And then – because a couple of things I can’t blog about here really stuffed up our weekend – during the three minutes when I did actually manage to see my husband on Sunday, I got him to measure furniture and choose from my shortlist so I could take advantage of the sale and order it. So hopefully in about six weeks we’ll have comfortable furniture again. (The current lot isn’t particularly old. Just the quality wasn’t what we thought it would be, and it’s looked tatty and felt uncomfortable since the week after it was out of guarantee.)

My pillow also arrived. DH agreed to let me have it early, and it’s luvverly. Nice and soft and I can’t feel/hear the feathers. (Yes, it’s possible to hear feathers - if they scrape against each other. Like the noise of scrunched/turned paper, it manages to penetrate my bad hearing and drives me bananas. It’s the pitch rather than the volume.)

Yesterday… well, I was full of good intentions. And then school phoned. Madam has the lurgy. So I had to go and pick her up early. Although she perked up a bit last night, I don’t think she’ll be back this term. So I foresee lots of cuddles and stories today, and not very much work being done (JUST as my heroine was actually talking to me… arrgh). Means I have to cancel guitar, too. Sigh. Better now than Christmas, but…

last few days of term

Current work: Medical Christmas Duo
Listening to: Christmas compilation
Reading: various obscure antiquarian books [aka pure bliss - officially I suppose this is work, but this is the stuff of my heart]

Busy weekend. DH was working for a lot of it, so I was either helping with homework or working on nonfiction (which can survive interruptions relatively unscathed!). Also had lovely 'early Christmas' with Ali and Martin.

Have put the structure of my new nonfiction in place and sorted out which pics I still need to take (two new, one to be redone, three to borrow if they exist). Have also been checking Google books (which is wonderful if the books you want are on ‘full view’, and highly frustrating if they’re ‘snippet view’ – particularly the stuff that’s been out of print for over 100 years, sigh). The books I bought last summer (the eye-wateringly expensive ones) have been earning their keep. And there’s just something about handling books that are 200 years old (give or take ten years). For me, this is why digital media can never completely replace the original: sensory deprivation. The feel of the binding, the weight of the book in your hand, etc etc.

I have to admit that medieval life is one of my favourite topics so the research (which is my favourite bit of nonfiction anyway) doesn't feel like work. This feels like pure indulgence. No problems reading Middle English, so am enjoying myself thoroughly with source material. (Note to self: you need to learn medieval Latin properly.)

Three more days of school, so I need to really get cracking on my fiction today.

A bit of fun

Current work: Medical Christmas Duo
Listening to: Christmas compilation

Loved the nativity yesterday. Also had a couple of fairly long and very enjoyable phone conversations (I’m being amazingly sociable at the moment, considering it’s not my favourite time of year). And one with my publisher about the copyediting (and yes, I was good, I stuck to my guns. No more project management, but I will do the occasional bit of straight copyediting… which I enjoy doing and I think I’d miss it too much if I gave it up completely, but this is the stress-free version where I get to put sticky notes everywhere with queries to author and don’t have to follow them up and nag until I get the answers).

Madam thoroughly enjoyed ice-skating; meanwhile DH and I took son out for a spot of last-minute shopping (and now I have lots of Christmas sheet music) and out for tea. Actually, I’m surprised I was allowed to go shopping as my credit card bill arrived yesterday and I have blown the Christmas budget, big time. Oops. Luckily I have royalties on the way. Anyway. ’Tis paid. Also picked up fabric swatches and everyone in the house agrees with me on the fabric for new sofas. Now to make DH help me measure the sofas so we can check the sizes and choose between my shortlist (M&S has a good deal on furniture so I’m planning to order this week and make the most of it.)

Took the evening off (yes, REALLY). And no, I didn’t peek in the bags DH bought yesterday – he and son were bubbling about having found me a brilliant pressie, and as they left me in Jarrolds’ book shop while they went into the kitchen shop, I am highly intrigued. They are not telling Madam, as she is notoriously unable to keep secrets, so I have ten days to wait. (Yes, ten – DH and I open our presents at midnight on Christmas Eve with a glass of champagne while the children are in bed, so we get to enjoy our gifts. Dog is allowed one of his, too.)

DH found a couple of things on YouTube that amused us both highly. And one of them I really want to share because I like it so much.

Enjoy.



(And I really AM working today. I am not messing about on the Internet looking up Venetian masked balls. Honest, guv.)

Christmas music

Current work: Medical Christmas Duo
Listening to: Christmas compilation

My guitar lessons this month have been fabulous because we’re doing arrangements of Christmas carols. Generally, this involves harmony and the fact that I need a lot more practice at being able to write down things from my head without resorting to playing the notes on the guitar to check the intervals. This week, we were talking about how early music was written, i.e. before staff notation and bar lines – all very interesting stuff, especially because in religious music the lyrics were more important than the melody. Apparently the belief was that a beautiful melody could distract from the words. There is a story that Mozart heard a piece of music at the Vatican that was ‘too beautiful’ to be written down – so that’s what he did when he got home. Note perfect. Eight minutes of it. After one hearing. Amazing.

Anyway… then it was time to choose this week’s carol. It seems that my taste in Christmas music is, um, weird. Jim ended up asking me a somewhat rhetorical question, exasperated and amused at the same time: ‘Why can’t you choose a well-known carol like anyone else?’

The short answer is because my taste in classical music and carols mirrors my taste in art. I like medieval and 19th century. (Actually, it’s slightly wider in music – but my big loves musically are Beethoven, Chopin, Mozart (who, had he not died so tragically young, would have written in the 19th century) and Haydn (who died in the 19th century). I rest my case.)

I probably shouldn’t be a bad puppy and soundtrack this book… but as I’ve just done a compilation for the car, I probably will. We’ve gone through the compilation and picked out our favourites (interesting that the kids like the Brat Pack stuff… I was after a jazz compilation this year but couldn’t find the one I was after), and I’ve added a couple of my own favourites.

My favourite carols are:

• ‘The Angel Gabriel’ (translated by the Victorian academic and writer of ghost stories, Sabine Baring-Gould)
• Gaudete (I like the version by the Mediaeval Baebes – it’s 16th century so strictly speaking it’s probably more Renaissance than late medieval)
• Coventry Carol (15th century… except Madam objects hugely to this one and I need to talk her round a bit)
• In the Bleak Midwinter (again, Victorian, written by Christina Rossetti; my favourite artworks are by her brother and his friends)

I also like something that was originally a Breton carol – ‘Mortal Flesh’. I have a version by Christian Forshaw (saxophone) and Aimée Green (soprano) and it’s incredibly haunting. Close your eyes and you can see people walking through a forest in the depths of winter, with the sun setting – oh, and they’re wearing medieval dress and they’re on some kind of quest. It would work brilliantly in several historical films. It’s the kind of music that gives you goosebumps.

As for life: yesterday was Christmas lunch at the Red Lion (beautifully presented and very scrummy). We exchanged gifts and I am incredibly fortunate that my friends know me well: choccies from my fave place (which I shared with DH so am not completely greedy) and crème brulee bubble bath… Happy sigh. And then I was a bit naughty and bought myself something for Christmas. Jazz. DH is not going to like this… but I like Diana Krall. And Ella Fitzgerald. And this is the time of year when a bit of food for the soul is very necessary for me. Thought about buying DK’s Christmas album, but decided against it as the last track would make me bawl.

Plan for today: Madam’s nativity at school. This will be her last one, as they don’t do it at junior school. Must take tissues. Lots of. Am hoping DH will be able to make it – otherwise I’m in charge of the camera. And then I’m coming home to work.

Edit: the nativity was fabulous. I think because I had to be camerawoman, it stopped me bawling. But my baby did so well – she sang beautifully and acted out the songs and I was just so PROUD of her.

Just checked on YouTube – I can’t find the versions I really wanted, but here are links to the following:

• Mortal Flesh – this version is by Helma Sawatzky (beautiful voice – I may have to find her albums)
• Gaudete – this one’s the Steeleye Span version (I do like Maddy Prior’s voice)
• The Angel Gabriel
• Coventry Carol - this is Aled Jones and it’s fabulous
• In the Bleak Midwinter – well, it has to be Bert Jansch, doesn’t it? :o)

Enjoy...

on a cold and frosty morning…

Current work: Medical Christmas Duo
Listening to: Christmas compilation

Very pretty trip to school this morning – the sky was pale pink, and the rose-gold rays of the rising sun lit frosty bare branches, with a backdrop of mist rising from the river. And in the background, Chris de Burgh was softly singing his spaceman’s song…

Needless to say, at minus 2 degrees C (when we left), the minor roads around here were not pleasant. We left ten minutes earlier and went the long way so I could avoid the skid-pan hill where I had a nasty moment yesterday. The kids know the drill: if it’s icy, we go through Taverham. Interestingly, on these mornings they don’t mess about: they get dressed, have their breakfast and are ready on the dot (as opposed to reading in bed instead and having to be told three times to get up; taking ages to choose what to have for breakfast; and taking even longer to find where they put last night’s homework etc).

Nice day ahead today – Christmas lunch with Jo and Sarah. Madam is also having her Christmas lunch at school (but asked if she could gatecrash mine. Er, no). And this morning I need to catch up with the book. The beginning has changed completely, so I'm off to research Venetian masks. (Yes, this is a Medical romance. But I'm happier when my characters are making demands - it means they're living on the page rather than being two-dimensional.)

if wishes were horses…

Current work: Medical Christmas Duo
Listening to: Led Zeppelin
Reading: Liz Fielding, The Sheik’s Unsuitable Bride (I couldn’t resist it any longer. And what a treat it was. A strong, caring hero; moments I wish I’d written – Berkeley Square being a big case in point, and a certain scene involving a cloak; a lovely, warm heroine; great secondaries; her usual brilliant dialogue; and – oh, just go and buy it. Not in the shops yet, but you can buy advance copies at Mills & Boon)

If wishes were horses… then I would’ve ridden a white charger to London yesterday and seen Led Zeppelin live. I didn’t bother applying for tickets because the odds of getting them were so small.

But, oh, I would’ve loved to see them play together.

I’ve seen Robert Plant a few times. The best was his date at my local university, where I was all of six feet away from my favourite singer ever – and it was fabulous. (Especial thanks to the 6ft2 guy in front of me who was kind enough to swap places so I could see; being short and round, I didn’t even come up to his chin.)

I do hope the event was filmed, so those who desperately wanted to be there but didn’t have tickets will get a chance to see the show… at least, more than just the little tempting bits shown on breakfast TV this morning. I don’t watch much TV and absolutely not in the mornings, but I made an exception for this.

Guess what I’m going to be playing on the school run this morning? And what I’m going to be agitating for in my guitar lesson this morning? :o) I was supposed to be practising a very fast version of 'Ding Dong Merrily on High' - er, no, I was too busy to practice. Will do better next year with all my new free time. Some of which I am also going to use for exercise.

almost organised

Current work: Medical Christmas Duo
Listening to: Christmas compilation

Fab weekend – dinner out on Friday night (excellent food and company… and I did indeed wear the outfit).

DH’s reaction to the weird Christmas present request: ‘You’ve spent more than that on pillows in the last six months. So if this one lasts for six months it’ll be worth it. Go and order it. And you don’t have to wait until Christmas – you can have it as soon as it arrives.’ (What a star. And no, that doesn’t mean he gets to rummage in the bag in my office – which he did yesterday and worked out what the dog bought him.)

My best friend came up for the weekend, so there was much chatting and much wrapping of pressies (thank you, Fi, for saving my sanity), and much playing of games. Fi is one of the few people who will play Boggle with me; I think my daughter is up for it now, but clearly there’s a huge gap between the vocabulary of a 7-year-old (albeit a booky one who’d annihilate most 10-year-olds) and one who’s spent 20 years making her living from words. I might change the rules slightly so it’s a joint game and we see how many words we can find together – she’s quick to ask if she doesn’t know what a word means, and she only needs to ask once before she’ll start trying it out in a sentence. (She’s scarily like I was as a child when it comes to reading and words… and at the moment she’s writing poetry in her special notebook. I’ve bought her a sparkly ‘jewelled’ one as part of her stocking – you can guess the colour.)

There was also much eating of chocolate and much listening to music and much laughter; and later, much writing of Christmas cards. And I did indeed opt for the ‘off my desk and into a box’ temporary tidying. Followed by a long chat with DH about what I want to do next year with my career. Being a star, he is supporting me (something has to give, and this means I’ll get more time to write – and both he and the children have pointed out that I have shadows under my eyes). So I have to write a letter today which isn’t going to be easy but… it needs doing because this pace probably is too much. (OK, SDP, I admit it.) And after that and my piano lesson, fingers crossed, I’ll be able to work on fiction today without interruption. Ten days until the children break up for holidays, so I’m making the most of a quiet house: just me and my dog. Am also laying off the coffee – I’ve bought lavender and lemongrass tea, so we’ll see how it goes.

competition(s): winner and more chances to win!

Thanks to everyone who left comments last week. Winner of the competition to win a signed copy of One Night, One Baby is J Squires. Please email me your snailmail address (to kate(dot)hardy(at)btinternet(dot)com – replacing the stuff in brackets with a dot and an @ symbol – sorry to make it complicated, but I’ve learned the hard way that if you put your email address in as a link, the spam merchants rub their hands together and deluge you!).

To find out who won a copy of The Doctor’s Very Special Christmas at the Medical Romance Authors’ joint blog, go take a look (sorry, I am such a tease)… and while you’re there you get the chance to win a copy of Fiona Lowe’s fabulous Vietnam book.

There’s also a Christmas Stocking competition over at Kate Walker’s blog (win lots and lots of excellent books, including a signed copy of One Night, One Baby), and at Liz Fielding’s blog she’s doing daily giveaways from her backlist – she writes the most beautiful books (and I allowed myself a bit of her new Sheik book last night – what a treat).

(And if you don't win, One Night, One Baby and The Doctor's Very Special Christmas are both available on the Mills & Boon website. As is Liz's excellent Sheik book.)

Princess Kate

The one thing I hate about this time of year is partying… or, to be specific, dressing up for parties. With the exception of my Radley handbag, I’m not very good at glamour. And every year, after a half-hearted diet, I try stuff on for Christmas parties and think I look a complete blob and get all miserable (and reach straight for the chocolate – yes, completely defeating the object, but there you go).

Today I had to do some panic shopping because we’re out tonight and I’m not 100% sure I want to wear what I’d planned to wear. And I found this really nice camisole top in M&S. (In my size, too. Except strictly speaking I am too fat to wear a camisole.) And a really nice hand-crocheted bolero top (which would cushion the fact that I’m too fat). So I ignored them and picked up the kind of top I buy because it’s safe (albeit a tad frumpy). Then something completely mad made me try on the camisole and bolero as well. I liked it but… (unhappy wriggle) I’m not little and slinky, never have been except on my wedding day (and I have been told that I looked fat then – by someone I dislike and who’s not very nice to me, so that might just have been aimed at making me feel bad rather than being the truth).

I chickened out – and said as much to the assistant, who made me go back and try it on (after promising she’d give me an honest opinion and if it looked awful she’d come into the shop with me and help me find something). Verdict: great, but not with those trousers. (I knew that already – said trousers are my comfortable, practical working clothes. )

I have a new pair of black velvet trousers (as opposed to my ancient ones which are only fit for dog-walking), so I decided to be brave and bought the top and jacket. I’m going to try it on and see what DH says. And if he says ‘ick’, it’s going back for a refund tomorrow.

DH will also be pleased that I’ve finally found something I want for Christmas. But it’s terribly, terribly princessy (not to mention pricey). A 100% goose down pillow. I have a feeling he’s going to respond with ‘I am not buying you a bloody feather pillow’ (possibly because I lasted two nights on the last feather one I bought before refusing to sleep on it again. But you can feel the feathers in a feather pillow, whereas all you feel with 100% down is lovely, lovely softness).

Hmm. Well, if he hates the outfit, I’ll return it and go buy my pillow.

Where’s the chocolate?

tying up loose ends

Current work: proofs/admin
Listening to: Sheryl Crow

Yesterday, finished the last chapter and the final readthrough of Norwich Heroes, Villains and Victims before my governor meeting. This morning, I printed it out ready to send to Breedon. (Yes, I was up that early – thank you, DH, for waking me up – and no, I didn’t write it *that* quickly. I run a nonfiction book at the same time as a novel, so I can switch between them depending on my mood/the deadline. Am at the research stage of my next one for Halsgrove, which is my utterly favourite bit of writing nonfiction.)

Plan for today: nip into the city to buy a pillow (I am a bit princessy about this, I admit…); library; do proofs; finish sorting post and go to post office (very important, this!); do something about my terrible office (this might end up being ‘put contents of desk in box to sort out later’). Might start the new Med today (it’s in my head, which is a good thing). And then we’re out for a Christmas meal with friends this evening (foodie pub – and the menu is to die for. Grilled halloumi, traditional turkey roast, and lemon tart – needless to say today is salad for lunch!), and my best friend is up for the weekend tomorrow.

I’m still battling with my new keyboard. I’ve been having moans from DH and the kids for months because the letters had worn off, but I liked my old keyboard so I resisted change. However, last weekend the keys on the left half of the bottom row kept sticking, so I gave in and bought a new one. It’s more solid, less responsive (the amount of time I’m spending adding in spaces between words is really annoying me) and the insert/delete/page navigation keys have a different layout. Ah well. I’ll get used to it eventually. Funny how the little things interrupt a writer’s routine.

Instant Seduction

All righty – today’s post is a bit different because there’s this fabby new competition going on (as well as the one here and the one at the Medical Romance Authors’ joint blog and the one at Liz Fielding’s blog (go go go – she’s offering BACKLIST books, and her books are the ones I read when I’m having a bad day and I need some sunshine – oh, and there’s a seriously gorgeous man on her blog today, not that I'm shallow or anything) and the one at Kate Walker’s blog (and yes I’m involved and yes I owe her details and… oh, look, just think of the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland, OK?).

So today I'd like to bring your attention to I ♥ Presents.

Here’s what you need to know (and the tutorials are very good, btw - am not just saying that because my books are included as part of the 12. The other thing you need for this is Kate Walker's 12-point guide because it's practical, no-nonsense and won't scare the pants off you like Donald Maass does to me):

INSTANT SEDUCTION

A brand new writing competition from the world’s best-selling romance series is about to hit the blogosphere!

It’s an exciting time for Harlequin Presents: from January 2008, there will be 12 of our intensely passionate romances available every month. And with this increase of titles comes a great opportunity for aspiring authors – we will be looking to buy more books for publication!

The old saying goes that first impressions are lasting impressions – and when it comes to reading a Harlequin Presents, that certainly holds true. If the first chapter doesn’t immediately grip the reader with its pace, passion and intensity, then she won’t continue to turn the pages.

So Presents is inviting unpublished writers to show us how they can grab the attention of our readership with first chapters that really sizzle. The INSTANT SEDUCTION competition offers prizes that are chances of a lifetime for the lucky winner and runners-up:
*First prize – win yourself an editor for a year!
*Two runners-up will be given editorial critiques of their first chapter entries and also a personal telephone consultation about their writing!

Visit the Iheartpresents.com blogsite for full details of the competition – and the chance to prepare for publication with an exclusive series of writing tutorials prepared by the editorial team at Harlequin Presents, including advice on First Chapters, How to Write a Synopsis, Loving the Alpha Male and Generating Emotional Conflict.

Entries for the competition will be accepted as on-line submissions only from 1st January until 14th February 2008.

Entries should comprise of the first chapter and a synopsis of a previously unpublished/unsubmitted novel aimed at Harlequin Presents.

Address for entries: instantseduction@hmb.co.uk

taking a quick breather

Current work: finished my revisions (at last) – now I have proofs and final readthrough/printout of nonfiction to do, plus the Medical Christmas Duo
Listening to: various
Reading: Judith Lennox, All My Sisters (haven't had time to read since Friday... the book isn't dragging but my schedule is!)

Finally finished my revisions yesterday and I’m taking a breather today, aka taking my dad out for lunch and putting the Christmas wreath on my mum’s grave – 21 years this Christmas, and although certain people are going to look at my schedule and the line that says ‘current work’ and think about telling me off, maybe I should remind them that it’s December and I need to be busy.

I admit I probably overdid it on Monday, though. Normally I do my shopping at the end of October and it’s all wrapped by mid-November. However… I did my shopping online this year, and the retailer for my biggest order let me down badly, so on Monday I had to lug heavy baskets around and queue up. (I think Marks and Spencer owe me Antonio Banderas for all that extra stress.)

But I’m taking the half-full view. The good things:

1. I walked over 18,000 steps so that will make up for my bad eating (read: excess chocolate) this weekend.
2. My lovely, lovely, lovely best friend emailed me to tell me to stop stressing and offered to help me with the wrapping (have I mentioned lately how wonderful she is?).
3. I went into WH Smith just as they’d finished putting the December books on the shelves, and they gave me a lovely position for BOTH of my books. Yay. (And of course I was sad enough to take a picture. The thrill of a new book on the shelves never, ever goes away. And note what it says under my books - pure reading pleasure. That's exactly what I hope people get from my books.)

Then yesterday lovely Fiona Harper told me she’d been to QS and saw our books there on the special promotional deal. Even better, as my nearest QS is 40 minutes away, she’s let me borrow her photo to display here. (Thank you, Fiona.) So if you have a QS near you and you want a treat – go in, spend £15, and you get a lovely gift of either Breakfast at Giovanni’s or Fiona’s Blind-Date Marriage (which is an excellent read).

And while I was in my guitar lesson yesterday, I had a text from my accountant cousin, whose client happens to be QS, telling me that he’d just walked into their reception and seen this huge display of my books...

Other than that, yesterday was spent finalising my revisions. With my dodgy takeaway last week followed by the kids’ tummy bug and Christmas celebrations and the million and one things that I’ve been sorting out (am trying to be assertive and tell people they have to wait until I’ve done my book… but they’re being more assertive back and I end up agreeing to do stuff and I need more sleep), it’s been a bit of a struggle. I also can’t work in such a messy office so I’m going to have to do something about my desk later today. I also need to get things in the post, so if you are expecting something from me I apologise profusely and you should get it very soon.

Quick reminder – there’s a competition to win a signed copy of The Doctor’s Very Special Christmas over at the Medical Romance Authors’ joint blog this week and another one here this week to win a signed copy of my other December UK release (question: what’s the title?).

And tomorrow I’ll be talking about another competition – something really exciting, so watch this space!

come and say hello…

Current work: revisions to Modern Heat (archaeologist)
Listening to: Sheryl Crow
Reading: Judith Lennox, All My Sisters

What with sick littlies, ‘early Christmas’ with the family (wonderful) and trying to sort out my missing Christmas parcels (note to self, don’t be so idle and do the shopping in person instead of online next year because it’s less stressful), I haven’t done a huge amount. (Well. Since Wednesday I’ve ripped about 20k out of my book and put 15k or so back. But it's not the same as straight writing as you have to remember the knock-on effects of what you rip out.)

So instead of whining about my revisions (which, weirdly, I am enjoying), I’d like to direct you elsewhere. To something exciting. The launch of the Medical Romance Authors’ joint blog, 'Love is the Best Medicine'.

There’s a chance to WIN FREE BOOKS. (There will be a new one each week. This week's book, all you have to do is answer a very simple question.)

First one up is by, um, me. And here I’m giving a second chance to win the other of my December UK releases (winner to be picked at the end of the week and announced next Monday). Question: What’s the title of my Modern Extra romance released in December? (Clue – if you really need one - look to your left for the book with the moody cover; and if I remember to take the camera with me this morning, there will be another clue tomorrow…)