end of term

Current work: writing new outline (aka avoiding tidying my desk)

Listening to: Joe Bonamassa, Dust Bowl (DH will no doubt make me give it back soon - really like ‘The Last Matador’ in particular)

Reading: Sophie Page, To Marry a Prince (enjoying hugely – grinning for all the right reasons)

Up early this morning to make buttercream icing for the fairy cakes, as daughter had a cake sale at school today in aid of Macmillan nurses (and obviously that’s a cause close to my heart because of my mum). Actually, while we were making the fairy cakes last night, Chlo wanted to check that she was folding in the flour the right way, and it was very much like stepping back in time 35 years with me saying exactly the same thing to my mum. We were using a recipe that had been annotated by my mum, too, so it was quite a bittersweet moment.

Anyway, they made over £100, so that’s good news. And now her mates – who bought some of our cakes – are asking if they can come over and do baking with us. That’s SO sweet. It’d be great fun, actually, and I’m not one who minds about things being dropped accidentally on the floor, so we must schedule something in.

It’s the end of term today, so I’m going to be absent from blogland and FB for a while. What am I doing? Spending a bit of quality time with DH and the kids before revisions hit and I’m back in the cave in a grump. Son also has some English homework – he has to watch “Much Ado”. Takes me right back to uni days, when our tutorial group (including one of the godmothers) did the “play within a play” with Benedick sneaking around while Don Pedro and co talk about how much Beatrice loves him. Best of all, I happen to have a copy of the version he’s supposed to see (yes, the Branagh one), so I will enjoy watching it with him and talking about it afterwards. Actually, that’s the play I think littlest would enjoy as her intro to Shakespeare, but I’m not sure she’s ready for it quite yet.

So I’ll say arrivederci for a week or so. There are research trips in the offing, so I’ll have photos and suitably nerdy stuff to relate when I’m back online.

Oh yes – before I forget! I’m jumping on the bandwagon and setting up a FB fan page. There is a link on the sidebar if you want to “like” me. Or click on http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kate-Hardy/191214794250417 Hmm. “Like” me. That sounds immensely needy, but I am using the FB terminology rather than making a sobbing, emotional plea :o)

a red letter day

Current work: writing new outline

Listening to: Joe Bonamassa, Dust Bowl

Reading: (this could seriously mess up work. Do I write the outline today and then loaf off tomorrow and read ‘To Marry a Prince’ in one lovely gulp? Or do I let myself have a bit of a treat today and read a bit before doing my outline, knowing full well I never put any of Jenny Haddon’s books down until I’ve reached the end? Hmm…)

Today is definitely a good day. Firstly, my office chair arrived. (It’s not a pretty chair, but is so, so, SO much more comfy than my falling-apart one.) Then I saw my book on sale on the shelves.

And the third thing? A new five-book contact to sign :o) Excellent. And just what I need to motivate me to write the outline. (My editor, however, might regret her suggestion that I do two linked medicals, when she sees what I’m proposing – something a wee bit outside the box…)

Oh, and before I forget to post this - I'm doing a workshop in Norwich for Mills & Boon as part of the Royal Wedding celebrations. Details are here on M&B's facebook page - basically I'm at West Earlham Library on Thurs 28 April from 10.-11.30. To book your place, just contact the library - 01603 451881 / katherine.stephan@norfolk.gov.uk

Quite a few other authors are running workshops, too - more info over at the M&B events page.

Erpingham, Southrepps and Mundesley

Current work: thinking about new outline

Listening to: Daughtry

Reading: next on TBR

From Blickling, we headed to the coast. We stopped off to see St Mary’s at Erpingham – Sir Thomas Erpingham, whose family came from the area, commanded the archers at Agincourt. (The Erpingham Gate outside Norwich Cathedral was built by the same man.) Sir Thomas's father is the man in military dress in the gorgeous brass here – Sir John de Erpingham, who died in 1370 (though the brass dates from around 1415).

The glass originally came from Blickling Hall, but was returned there and what’s in the church now is a copy. But what struck me most is something I can’t remember seeing in many churches – Venetian-style glass.

From there, we went to St James in Southrepps. It’s a huge barn of a church with the most enormous tower (one of the tallest in Norfolk). The two things that really struck me here were the medieval angel in the low window of the south chancel...

And a memorial from the 18th century Jane and William Barton (what I really liked was the skull).

And so to the sea. For a change, we went to Mundesley. The sea was so calm, and the beach was almost deserted (other than a couple of dog-owners – there was a red setter having enormous fun racing around to catch a tennis ball).

So there was a bit of gazing out to sea...

We (well, the children) made a sandcastle, and then waited for the tide to come in to fill the moat.

Just a lovely, leisurely day spent filling the well.

Mothering Sunday, and a visit to Blickling

Current work: thinking about new outline

Listening to: Daughtry

Reading: next on tbr

Had a lovely day Sunday – put flowers on my mother’s grave, then went to see my stepmum (and her mum, so it was a four-generational thing) to drop off cards and goodies.

After lunch, we went to my favourite National Trust place. (We’ve been to Blickling plenty of times, but it never gets stale.)

The garden was just full of daffodils.

Then there was a nerdy moment. Had we visited St Andrew’s church at Blickling? (Bear in mind there are 1,000 churches in Norfolk, more or less – so that isn’t quite as pathetic a question as it might seem!) I didn’t think we had, because I knew there were some fabulous brasses there and I didn’t have pics. (You know what’s coming…)

This one, of Sir Nicholas Dagworth, dates from 1401; he built the first Blickling Hall (not the one there today, which was built by the Hobart family). It’s lifesize, which is quite stunning.

And I loved the enormous helm behind his head – looks like a dragon.

There’s also a rather lovely one of Roger and Cecily Felthorpe (1454), along with their 11 sons and 5 daughters.

And a terribly sad one of Anne Asteley (nee Wode), who gave birth to twins in 1512 and died shortly afterwards; her brass depicts her carrying the twins.

I also rather liked the lions on the font.

phew, the end!

Current work: last readthrough of Riva, then admin stuff

Listening to: Daughtry

Reading: Kate Walker, The Proud Wife (enjoyed)

I had plans for yesterday (of which more information and lots of pictures tomorrow), so I got up early and finished the book first so I could enjoy Mothering Sunday with no guilt whatsoever.

Actually, it’s been quite a busy weekend. On Saturday, we picked up the tickets for our research trip (more of which later in the month), dragged the children off to get new clothes (they hate clothes shopping, but they’d grown out of most of their clothes so it had to be done – nowadays I have to bribe them with lunch out), and bought a new office chair (mine is falling apart and DH was complaining about it; as we went into the city later than usual, we ended up parking near the office supply shop, and in the window there was this really nice chair. On sale. Serendipity, or what?).

Anyway. The book is done, more or less. Just need to do the last readthrough, pick up any holes and inconsistencies, make sure I’ve layered certain things in, and then send it to my ed and agent.

And then I have no excuses. I really have to tidy my desk – and its surroundings. But that’s good thinking time and will let me mull over the new outline (which also needs to be with ed very early this week.)

And in the meantime… I’m talking about Mothering Sunday over at the eHarlequin blog. I was really surprised to learn about the differences between the day in the UK and the US – much more than just the date. (Yeah, it’s one of my nerd posts. Kate Nerdy is back for a while.)

on screaming, screaming deadline...

... normal service hopefully resumed next week.

No crises here, touch wood, and the book is finally shaping up how I want it to. Just hope my ed was expecting a real weepie.

Have a nice weekend, and think of me chained to my keyboard :o)

PS is it me, or is Blogger's "compose" format playing up? It's really annoying having to put things into HTML if I want to keep paragraphs, and it seems to be ignoring the code for line breaks. Sigh.

not the 50 books...

Current work: new Riva (deadline, deadline, deadline) Listening to: Mozart Reading: Louise Allen, Vicar’s Daughter to Viscount’s Lady (enjoyed this, especially as the plot hook is a tricky one to pull off successfully, and I liked the honesty of the hero’s emotions in this one.

Up to eyes in deadline so here’s a link to an article from the Telegraph that I rather enjoyed – ‘Not the 50 books you should read before you die’. (I found this witty rather than snarky, and I agree hugely with #1, which I found unreadable and was the first time I ever gave up on a book. I might add that anyone with an English degree has probably come across the first 18 – and yes, I have read them, with the exceptions of Goethe and Mitchell, plus the fact I couldn’t finish the Joyce.)

50 books? Ah yes. Dear education secretary’s comment that children SHOULD read 50 books a year. Being prescriptive isn’t going to tempt kids into reading – but introducing them to the sheer pleasure of a page-turning book will. How you do that depends very much on the individual child and his/her tastes. ‘Story time’ doesn’t always work (my youngest is a voracious reader but loathes story time at school). Eldest went through a phase of reading only non-fiction, and it was only a chance discovery of some fiction that came alight for him (Patrick Ness’ “The Ask and the Answer”) that made him ask for more.

So how do you get your child to read? I’d say try going to a good indie bookshop, talk to the staff about your child’s likes and dislikes, and ask for recommendations. If your budget can’t stretch to books, then you can do it for free - talk to a librarian in the children’s section (or even the school librarian). Or talk on your blog, or FB, or Twitter – people love sharing books they’ve enjoyed or their children have enjoyed.

the princess and the pillows...

Current work: new Riva (resisting lure of sparky new idea – dear Muse, please give me until the day after my deadline or my editor will have something to say about this because I AM ON DEADLINE) Listening to: Mozart Reading: Sarah Morgan, Bella’s Disgrace (enjoyed this – Sarah never disappoints – and was thrilled to learn over the weekend that she’s been nominated for a Rita)

My name is Kate Hardy and I am a total princess when it comes to pillows. On Saturday, I picked up a new pillow – yep, my third since January. The Tempur one was too soft and too hot; the M&S ‘medium support’ was a total disappointment (poor finish, didn’t fit a standard pillowcase without rucking up and being uncomfortable, but didn’t have a removable cover – first time I’ve ever been let down by M&S – though they were utterly lovely about it and gave me a refund); but this one, oh joy, is the same as my beloved M&S brick, finally back in stock.

Also on the princess front, lovely Amy Andrews gave me a great film rec. An oldie, but a goodie: The Princess Bride. We all enjoyed it hugely on Saturday night (and the kids wanted to know how come I could quote things when I’d not seen the film before – um, well, it’s called not being very disciplined with the internet and chatting to your mates on the other side of the world when you should be hard at work. But I will be IMMENSELY good this week.)

Righty. Back to work. Had my five minutes’ break. Type face beckons!

ten rules for writing

Current work: new Riva (a little less curdled, but still – oh, why did I use that metaphor? Now I want lemon cake, which is a Very Bad Thing, My GP told me on Weds during the blood pressure discussion that when you’re over 40, each year your muscles decrease in efficiency by 1%, and this is why every year it gets harder and harder to maintain weight, let alone lose it -sigh)
Listening to: Chopin
Reading: next on TBR

I am still under the deadline cosh. Plus I had to do a quick shopping dash this morning to pick up midnight feast goodies (daughter’s friend is coming for a sleepover), and I’ll make some cookies tonight after school. (And we lose an hour's sleep this weekend, sob!)

So today I just have a link for you – though it’s a really good one. Ten rules for writing fiction. (I stole said link from lovely Sue Welfare, btw.) Am about to follow Neil Gaiman’s first rule, but I did skim them quickly and there’s some pure gold among this lot – Margaret Atwood made me laugh, for the right reasons. And I am SO with Elmore Leonard about ‘said’...

how to blog…

Current work: new Riva (which is at the stage where I think it's never going to sparkle - if my lovely ed emails me today to say "how's it going?", I think I'd better fib and say it's fine. It will be fine by this time next week, but this is all part of the process... kind of like the stage in cake-making where the mixture looks curdled and you think this is going to be the worst lemon cake in the world)
Listening to: Daughtry
Reading: next on TBR

I am up to my eyes in deadline. So what am I going to talk about today? Especially as I blurted out my exciting news (well, it’s exciting for son and me, anyway) yesterday?

Actually, instead, I’m going to send you over to Talli Roland’s blog today for an excellent post about blogging itself (thank you, Talli, for putting things in perspective). You might like to wish her happy birthday, too :o)

And now I’m going back to work. Might have another cup of proper coffee first, as the one I made earlier was much too weak and isn’t waking me up. (And, as it's my one caffeinated drink of the day, I should know better!)

the ravell’d sleeve of care

Current work: new Riva
Listening to: Daughtry
Reading: Anne McAllister, The Virgin’s Proposition (enjoyed this very much – loved all the warmth in it and the secondary characters because it made the book feel much more ‘real’)

So I was checking out the RSC website (this was research for the book). And I discovered that there is a production I really, really, really, really, REALLY want to see at Stratford over the summer.

Littlest is really a bit too young for Shakespeare (and in any case I’d want her first production to be As You Like It or possibly Twelfth Night). DH - well, despite the fact I’ve taken him to some decent productions, he has never let me forget that I once dragged him to a production of Troilus and Cressida that was set during the Napoleonic wars. (We did stick it out. Just.) Son, however, would LOVE this. And I think it would be the perfect intro to Shakespeare for him. The right play, the right place, the right production. (If you want to know why, click on the link here and then on the yellow “watch the trailer” box. You don’t have to watch it, even, just close your eyes and listen. Gorgeous.)

Floated the idea past son. Response: 'awesome!'

Cue negotiation with DH (aka I start with an outrageous proposition; then I come out with what I really want, which seems perfectly reasonable and he says yes. Usually). So tickets are now booked. I am SO pleased. Son is thrilled, too. We have something nice to look forward to in the summer. (And, evil person that I am, I mentioned to daughter that Cadbury World is not very far... so, really, she and her dad could come with us to Stratford, drop us off, and go eat chocolate at Cadbury World while we're in the theatre...)

And now, back to work. (Dear ed, I am not really skiving off. Shakespeare is important to my heroine. And I don’t quote very much. Just the bit that makes her cry and is a turning point in the relationship. Yeah, I know, you’re going to make me take it out...)

jet pack men

Current work: new Riva
Listening to: Daughtry
Reading: Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay (enjoyed very much – worked well, she was brave in how she handled the love triangle rather than taking the easy way out, and the epilogue was definitely needed. Also noted the name of the special soldier squad – a nod to Ray Bradbury, methinks.)

The book is finally behaving now I’ve changed the hero’s name – and I am very relieved.

Had a yen to go to the seaside on Saturday, as the weather was glorious (aka I needed to fill the well, and we haven't been to the seaside for weeks and weeks). DH muttered a bit about the cost of petrol, but caved in, and we had a really lovely afternoon at Cromer.

The sea was like a millpond.

Son found what he was sure was an axe head (probably not, bless him), and daughter found a really interesting stone with a hole bored through the chalky bit (and questioned whether a stick or an antler would once have been pushed through said hole so it could be used as a tool – ha, you can tell they’re the children of a history aficionado, can’t you?).


We had a wander along the pier...

...and the sun was glittering on the water. (How I managed to get it looking like moonlight on night water, I have no idea - but this was about 3.30pm.)


And just when we stopped to buy ice cream (I might point out that I opted for a latte rather than a gelato), two men came roaring past just above our heads with jet pack thingies and parachutes.


I don’t know what they’re called, but it looked like enormous fun. Son pointed out that there are weight restrictions for these things and James May was too heavy to wear a jetpack, so – ‘no offence’ – his father and I might not be able to do it. Gotta love him for trying to be tactful, LOL.

On the way home, the late spring sunlight had a very elegiac quality to it. My mood’s a bit up and down at the moment; dealing with the FC meant that I didn’t have time to grieve properly for my father, so the grief’s coming out more now. It’s the little things that are upsetting me: Easter eggs in the shops, and not being able to choose one for him. A patch of aconites (he loved the ones he could see in the fields just outside the nursing home). Even whippy ice creams eaten on the seafront, because it brings back childhood memories. I know it’ll pass and the first year’s the hardest, but I think people might need to be a bit patient with me for a while. And I will apologise in advance for any ranting.

sunset and vocabulary

Current work: new Riva
Listening to: Patrick Hawes, the Highgrove Suite
Reading: next on TBR

One thing about the foggy weather we’ve been having lately is the effect on the sunsets. This is from the weekend, but it’s stunning anyway. (And a picture is worth a thousand words, which is what I need to write this morning. And then a few more. Deadline looming…)


I did, however, find a REALLY interesting site yesterday which I think most wordsmiths would love.

Basically, my daughter wanted to know what the longest word in the English language was, for homework purposes (I think it involved showing off, actually, but then again I feel I should encourage an interest in vocabulary from my baby writer-in-training.) The one I knew wasn’t in my Concise Oxford. (Antidisestablishmentarianism. OK, so her mother is a show-off as well.) I looked up the Oxford Dictionary website to see what it suggested, and discovered all kinds of wonderful things, including vocabulary questions here (fascinating stuff: such as the frequency of the letters of the alphabet in English) and word origins here. Oh, and a really fabulous blog here, which is absolutely going on my procrastination list. (Except not this morning. I am working, I am, I am, I am...)

springing

Current work: new Riva
Listening to: Keith Urban
Reading: Julia Williams, The Bridesmaid Pact (finished and enjoyed very much)

You thought this was going to be another piccy of my dog, didn’t you? (He’s a snoozy Springer right now rather than a springing one.) No, it’s just that I’ve noticed the hedgerows are starting to green up (except for the blackthorn, which is gloriously white), and there’s a nice splash of colour in the back garden, viz. the forsythia – so spring is definitely on the way.



I did have a lot of bulbs in the front garden (with some truly gorgeous tulips – the frilly ones), but sadly that particular border went when we had the extension built. I had plans to put bulbs around the foot of the trees in the front garden to make up for it, but DH decided he wanted a laurel hedge, so it’s probably going to be too shady. (Or is it? Must look up chinodoxia.)

Ha, this is proof that I’m definitely middle-aged: I’m hankering to go to the garden centre. (The fancy dress place – where I need to go with daughter tonight on the way home from school, to sort out a costume for Tudor day next week – happens to be opposite the garden centre… How bad can I be?)

Scammy

Current work: new Riva
Listening to: Xue-Fei Yang (classical guitar)
Reading: Julia Williams, The Bridesmaid Pact (really enjoying this – one of the characters behaves incredibly badly, but Julia makes us root for her by showing us why. Even though it’s all written in first person, using the POV of all four friends, it’s not the badly behaved one who lets us into the scecrets: it’s her friends. Very nicely done. And Julia gets better with every book)

You know those ridiculous emails purporting to be from a desperate rich person in Nigeria or whatever, asking you to help and promising you millions of pounds?

Well, there seems to be a new one doing the rounds, via Facebook. And I thought I’d share it almost verbatim (I decided to be nice and not share the scammer’s alleged name, but that might do nicely for a future antihero’s name).

Dear Kate,

I know this Letter will come to you as a surprise, though I do not intend to embarrass you. Let me start by formally introducing My self to you. I am [scammer name], personal attorney to Mr Robert Hardy , nationality of your country who died in tragic motor accident by running into a stationery Trailer.

I am contacting you to assist retrieve his huge deposit of US$10.2Million left in the bank before its get confiscated by the bank.l wait to hear from you and l will give you more details.

Get back to me at my private email for more details: [scammer FB link]

Thanks
[scammer name]


OK. First off, why the random capitalisation and the poor grammar? OK, so emails tend to be less formal than proper letters and people don’t tend to proofread them first, just dash them off; but even so I really think that someone who’s spent three years studying for a law degree and several more years doing articles or training for the bar would have a better grasp of English. (Especially if they’re purporting to sign it with a very English name, i.e. as if English is the person's first language.)

Secondly, any lawyer would not give details of (a) what had happened to the deceased or (b) the amount of money involved. They would simply ask me to contact them regarding the estate of [person name]. They would also give a proper contact address for their firm instead of a FB link, and actually they’re more likely to send a proper letter, not an email. And, um, if it's legit money, why would a bank threaten to 'confiscate' the deposit? And who in their right mind would have that sort of money in just ONE account, with just ONE financial institution? (That'd be very poor financial advice.)

And then there’s the ‘stationery Trailer’ thing. This is really, really bad of me (obviously the guy meant ‘stationary’ and there shouldn't be a cap T there either), but I have visions of pens and notebooks scattered all over the road…

However, I must thank the scammer, because he’s given me a lightbulb moment, aka the opening of a book. (I know, I know. I’m meant to be writing something else. I will be good in a minute or two, once I’ve scribbled this idea down.)

Other than that, Jim is being tough this week and has decreed that next week he wants me to turn up and play the first half of Spanish Ballad (aka Romanze) from memory. Which is fine, until you have the bit with the full barre on the seventh fret combined with an evil stretch. I know it’s good for me to attempt something to stretch me, but right now I could really do with a nap…

(Bad Kate. Coffee and back to work for you!)

season of mists

Current work: new Riva
Listening to: Crowded House
Reading: Louise Candlish, Other People’s Secrets (enjoyed this very much – I had guessed the reason why one of the characters had come to Italy, but picked the wrong person, so her red herrings were laid perfectly. Great characterisation, too, and I’ll be looking for more by her)

Very pretty school run this morning –misty on our side of the river, but when we got to the other side we found that the mist had retreated half a field’s width from the road. It looked as if someone had dropped a cloud in the middle of the field; though even if I’d had my camera with me that particular road is NOT a good place to stop and take a pic, so you’ll just have to imagine it :o)

Lovely weekend, but I succumbed to too much temptation. Even though I was very good with the main course when we took my stepmum out for a birthday lunch yesterday (carvery, i.e. plain roast meat and lots of veg, no potatoes), crème brûlée was on the menu… And then yesterday evening DH mused that toasted sandwiches were meant to be excellent on the Foreman grill, and decided to experiment. Toasted cheese sandwiches have always been a favourite of mine, and even though I know that bread affects my weight badly, I couldn’t resist. Hence bad scales this morning, and I need to get my Shred exercise programme back on track. As well as my book.

I have had a lightbulb (or maybe spring bulb) moment, though – I noticed in the cemetery that several people had planted those little tiny daffodils (I think they’re called tête-à-tête) on their loved one’s graves. My stepmum loves daffodils, so I floated the idea by her and we’re going to plant some later in the year, ready for the spring. I think some glory-of-the-snow might be nice, too. And maybe some grape hyacinths. Sadly, I can’t do the same for my mum as the churchyard has different rules, otherwise I’d have had freesias growing there for years.

Righty. I need to be strict for the rest of this month: daily quota first, no email or internet (and especially no word games) until it’s done, and schedule in exercise.

And so to work.

a p(h/l)easant visitor

Current work: new Riva

Listening to: Bach

Reading: Louise Allen, Innocent Courtesan to Adventurer’s Bride (enjoyed this, especially as it’s set partly locally – loved the Norwich references)

We had a very handsome visitor on Wednesday afternoon. Here he is, balanced on top of the shed.

Dog did not get the chance to go and say hello. Dog ended up having a proper bath (and here he is, looking sheepish). And a new collar. Sigh. Stinky spaniels.

Am working, this weekend, then taking my stepmum out with DH and the kids for a birthday lunch on Sunday – we’re all looking forward to that :o)

Hope you all have a nice weekend, too.

what are you reading?

Current work: new Riva (and, um, playing with the other one to keep my muse happy)
Listening to: Gary Moore
Reading: Catherine Fox, The Benefits of Passion (is probably my favourite of hers and I really wish she would write more books in the series)

I’m over at the Pink Heart Society today – this month I’m talking about recent reads. What I haven’t confessed to is what I bought with my book tokens (birthday and Christmas).

• ‘Catching Fire’, the second in the Hunger Games trilogy (which I read in one sitting at the weekend – very impressed with it, and I really hope that the third in the trilogy is better than the reviews suggest, because I know how I want it to end and I have a nasty feeling that it won’t work out that way)
• One Day by David Nicholls (I like clever premises, and I thoroughly enjoyed the film of his ‘Starter for Ten’, so this is promising)
• The Anatomy of Ghosts by Andrew Taylor (blurb was irresistible. He’s a new author to me but apparently has a huge backlist, which is again promising)
• Barbara Erskine’s ‘Time’s Legacy’ (which I did enjoy but, as is often the case for me with her longer fiction, I enjoyed the historical stuff more than the present day)

Because I am nice, I usually get something for the children as well when I go into a bookshop. I happen to know daughter’s wishlist and also her reading tastes, so she’s very easy to buy for. Son is a bit harder, so I asked the very nice assistant in Waterstone’s if she could recommend something for a teen who likes Patrick Ness, Kevin Brooks and Michael Grant. She suggested ‘I Am Number Four’, and also the Mortal Engines series, so we’ll see how he goes. (NB – being an author who wants to support her industry, of course I normally shop in an indie; said tokens were actually Waterstone’s vouchers, so had to be spent there rather than in my usual shop.)

Which books have you really enjoyed recently?

a doggy sense of timing

Current work: new Riva (and, um, playing with the other one to keep my muse happy)
Listening to: Gary Moore
Reading: Catherine Fox, The Benefits of Passion (is probably my favourite of hers and I really wish she would write more books in the series)

Doggy timing? Surely I meant ‘dodgy’? Erm – both, perhaps. We had the downstairs flooring done this week, so I had to change my schedule round a bit. This meant having my guitar lesson almost straight from school today, i.e. I was in a bit of a rush this morning. So the dog just had to pick today to roll in something disgusting – about 30 seconds before I had to take the kids to school, so I didn’t have time to deal with it before leaving the house.

Arrgh. The second I got home again, I gave the dog a very thorough scrub (probably good for the diet because I was retching the whole time) and a mini haircut. It is his own fault that his ears are now uneven – if he hadn’t rolled in something vile and got it all over one ear, I wouldn’t have had to use scissors. Then I rushed off to guitar with nails far too long to do justice to the Bach (ha, that’s my excuse), and came home to find a still-wet and rather sheepish-looking dog who smells marginally better now. The smell of wet dog isn’t pleasant, but it will vanish when he’s dry. And I am very glad that I don’t need to buy him a new collar, as I did the last time he did this!

So now I have a late weekly shop delivery, a ton of things in my head that need to be down on paper (or at least on computer screen), and hopefully I’ll be caught up with myself this afternoon…

As I said. Doggy sense of timing.

congratulations

Current work: new Riva (and it would really help if another book had not decided to pop up in my head…)
Listening to: Squeeze (having a retro moment or two)
Reading: Catherine Fox, The Benefits of Passion (is probably my favourite of hers and I really wish she would write more books in the series)

The RNA Pure Passion awards were announced last night. Congratulations to Jojo Moyes, winner of the Romantic Novel of the Year; to Jill Mansell, winner of the Romantic Comedy prize; to Elizabeth Chadwick, winner of the Historical Novel Prize; to Louise Allen, winner of the Love Story of the Year; to Josephine Cox and Penny Jordan, winners of the Outstanding Achievement awards.

Congratulations also to the shortlisted authors – you’re ALL stars (and I’m not just saying that). And I hope you had a great time at the party, because you really deserved it. (I was there in spirit – toasted you all at home!)