end of the holidays (almost)

Current work: nonfiction (draft, c16 ish – added 3k or so yesterday)
Listening to: Sandy Denny (am in the mood for melancholy music)
Reading: Nicola Cornick, Deceived plus a pile of nonfiction

Yesterday was a bit of an odd day. Worked a bit, then my ed rang to talk through revisions to the latest Med; nice to have a chat with her. Floated an idea past her and apparently we’re going to discuss it in London next month. I was working on my George Borrow chapter at the time so I told her some of the interesting snippets (this isn’t a muckraking book – more a celebration of our county’s motto, ‘do different’).

Then did an interview for Mills & Boon’s involvement in Breast Cancer Awareness month, wrote more begging letters for pics (well, not so much pics – I want to visit a certain museum and take my own pic of Sarah Glover’s glass harmonicon), sorted out the children’s plimsolls for next week and a new lunchbox for Madam, picked up my train ticket for London next month… oh, and went to my neighbour’s Virgin Vie party. (Madam didn’t suss this or she’d have been Limpet Girl… She will however be getting a half-share in my purchases.) Also had nice post: French copy of The Italian GP’s Bride.

Today: definitely town, to finalise school bits and pick up a laundry pen (I loathe sewing in name tags), and (oh PLEASE let us have a blue sky for once) maybe take some pics. If it’s nice I can talk Madam into the riverside walk as there will be swans. We have a swan register in the local record office – very interesting – swans can be told apart by the markings on their bills.

Also need to go to local library and pick up my research books.

And this is officially the last day of my holiday – I’m back to work tomorrow. I have revisions on a book, a project management job, and some notes to write up on my nonfiction. (Once I have the first draft written up I can go to the library to fill in the gaps, via the newspaper archive and some reference library stock.)

what day is it?

Current work: nonfiction (draft, c14 ish – I need library time)
Listening to: Sor, 25 progressive guitar pieces (some of which I can actually play, to my delight)
Reading: Nicola Cornick, Deceived - plus a pile of nonfiction

Yesterday was a dodo day. I’d woken up in the night, feeling bleugh… and then slept through my alarm. Eventually staggered downstairs after a shower and there was a note from the postie: couldn’t deliver a parcel. (In other words, son had ignored doorbell. Sigh.) So just about all we did yesterday was pick up the parcel (work – another PM job) and do the weekly shop. And I had a long chat with my proofreader. And lovely Sainsbury's had a 2GB flash drive at a decent price (my old flash drive, um, isn't up to the size of photos from my new camera, and I need a backup of my pics for the book.)

Today we need to go into town as I need to get my train ticket for London – was going to stay the whole weekend but my best friend sensibly reminded me there’s often engineering work on a Sunday. And as I get travel sick on buses, I’d prefer to avoid them. Sadly, there is indeed a connecting bus service on the Sunday, so I’m coming home on Saturday after all. But as I’ll have a screaming deadline at that point it’s probably a good thing.

Also need to get Madam a new lunchbox and check son’s PE kit and both children’s plimsolls. And go to the post office. And probably the library. And please let the sky clear up so I can take shots of the guildhall and persuade the kids to do the riverside walk…

last week of the holidays

Current work: nonfiction (draft, c8ish)
Listening to: Nick Saunders, Resonance
Reading: Nicola Cornick, Deceived

Scary to think that the kids are back at school, a week today. Which means I need to ease them back into school routines, this week. (Easier said than done. Madam had a hissy fit last night and wouldn’t go to bed. Consequently she’ll be tired and grumpy this morning… and she’s just invaded our bed, which is how come I’m awake now. She hogged all the space until her dad sent her back to her own bed – and then she had the light on to read, which meant I couldn’t sleep. When she fell asleep, I turned her light off; but now I’m wide awake. Gee, thanks. Guess I’ll be on coffee all day.)

Yesterday, went to Houghton Hall – built by Sir Robert Walpole, the first English Prime Minister. (His nephew Horace was the Gothic novelist who wrote 'The Castle of Otranto’.) The house was interesting inside – and they had a lovely guide for children so they could see different things, and Madam amused several people by reading her guide out loud (and very good she was, too).


But what really interested me is that one of the subjects of my book – Walpole’s grandson, the Third Earl – doesn’t appear to have any portraits there. OK, he sold the paintings to Catherine the Great (to pay off his father’s and grandfather’s debts) and removed the stone steps from the east front, and was a bit of, um, a character… But I was expecting at least a portrait. Or a memorial in the church where he’s buried. His bed is in the house (the one given by his godparents, George II and Queen Caroline) but no portraits. Hmm. (Bang went my idea of asking to take a photograph, which isn’t allowed inside the house anyway.)

The gardens were quite pretty (and in the rose season I bet it would rival Alnwick for scent – the pic here is of the sunken fountain garden in the centre). The conservatory was lovely and I thought I’d try the macro function of the camera with a closeup flower pic.

Then we went to Hunstanton – the place with the famous striped cliffs (as mentioned in my book The Doctor’s Tender Secret). It’s meant to be a really good source of fossils. We beachcombed for about an hour and found nothing, but we enjoyed it anyway.

still chilling

Current work: nonfiction (draft, c5ish)

Listening to: Fleetwood Mac, Bare Trees

Reading: Nicola Cornick, Deceived (just started it last night – enjoying it so far. As always, the period detail is spot on)

Friday was just bleugh, weatherwise, so we moseyed around at home. Saturday, nipped into town in the morning to take a couple more pics, then went out with friends for a meal and then when we got back we had a walk round their village. Beautiful sunset:

and also saw Chaucer’s cottage. (Not that they were encouraging me to do another history book… much… *g*)


Yesterday, worked on the book and got my pics in order and captioned while DH took the kids to see his mother; then daughter was desperate to go to the funfair. A pink moon was rising over the Denes (and yes, of course I did the arty view through the grasses)…

...and then it was time to go on the rides.


Plan for today: we’re off to Houghton Hall. (This is sort of family time... but also it's work because I want a pic of the hall for this book and the church for another book.) And I’m sneaking in some work while everyone’s asleep.

chilling

Current work: nonfiction
Listening to: Claire Sproule (eponymous debut album)
Reading: Nicola Cornick, Deceived

Rain stopped play. Well, we went to the Bridewell museum yesterday but that was about it. Apart from the fact I don’t want to get my camera wet (!), the kind of very pale pink (rainy) sky we have at the mo messes about too much with the white balance of a photograph, so there’s no point in going to take pics. So today’s plan is just chilling and playing with the kids and maybe playing a bit of guitar or piano. (Work? Wossat? The crows are back. But then again, so is my editor so maybe I might get my revisions soon so I can start working on my next book.)

Overexcited and apologies

Current work: eharl blog
Listening to: Xue Fei Yang, Romance de Amor
Reading: Alison Uttley’s ‘A Traveller in Time’ (just finished it - lovely, lovely story. I've always liked timeslip books - my fave is Barbara Erskine's 'Lady of Hay')

Yesterday, I was so excited to see myself (and the other Modern Extras released as a Promotional Presents – Kelly Hunter, Julie Cohen and Trish Wylie) that I forgot something really important. Something really, REALLY important. Firstly, I’d like to apologise for my appalling lack of manners. And then, more importantly, I’d like to say thank you very much to those readers who bought my book and put me on the list. I really hope you enjoy Mistress On Trial.

Our day yesterday was pretty much scuppered by rain. Went to my dad’s for the day and took him out to lunch (and the children were very well behaved). But we couldn’t go to the park and they’re getting a tad stir-crazy.

Today… depends on the weather. The one definite thing is a family swim this evening.

Waldies bestseller

I know it’s horribly un-English to blow my own trumpet, but I’m so excited about this that it’s having a post all of its own.

Mistress on Trial (aka Strictly Legal) is officially a Waldenbooks Top 10 bestseller.

One in the eye for the crows.

The Green Man and more exploring

Current work: pics and notes for new nonfiction; thinking about Med duo outline

Listening to: Neil Young, Everybody Knows This is Nowhere

Reading: Alison Uttley’s ‘A Traveller in Time’

As yesterday’s pics seem to have sparked interest… more about the Green Man. Lou has put a great link in the comments to the last post (thanks, Lou); you can also see more pics of the cathedral’s Green Man here – http://website.lineone.net/~dominicow/norwich_cathedral.htm - and an interesting article about the Green Man here – http://www.sedayne.co.uk/heads-with-leaves.html.

Spent yesterday in the city. Some of our churches are closed but they’re open for one afternoon or morning a week in the school hols under the Church Ranger scheme. So I marched the kids off to St Laurence’s (because Sarah Ann Glover, the inventor of the Tonic Sol-Fa system, has a memorial there – and it also features in another story for my book, so I wanted pics). Thanks to damage by the congregation in the 1860s (they ripped out the box pews and rood screen) and the Baedeker raids of 1942 (which did for the glass), it’s a bit forlorn. But I spotted this beautiful painting on some of the remaining woodwork.

Also went into St John Maddermarket (very high church – bit ornate for my taste – odd, I prefer King James to modern renditions of the Bible and yet I prefer my architecture unadorned except for stained glass and wall paintings) .

Then we went to St Stephen’s, where the lovely volunteer showed us the brasses on the altar and also the 'lady under the floor'. The image and the text do not go – the text is 1500s-ish but the image is 1200s. I need to ferret out more. Who was she and where was she originally? (Being a novelist and being a historian means I get a double dose of the ‘what ifs’…)

But before all that I had a reply to one of my emails about borrowing pics which really made my day. The Hospital Arts Project is top of my ‘lovely people’ list this week as they’re letting me have pics of five of the Norwich doctors. Happy wiggle. I’d rather have portraits than pics of the memorials, to be honest. (Well, except for the window dedicated to John Greene Crosse in St Luke’s chapel, Norwich Cathedral – shame the pics in the book will be mono as this is glorious. Might have to put that on the book’s page on my website.)

Then Jim rang to reschedule my guitar lesson. And because I haven’t practised for ages… and wanted something pretty (I like Victorian music as much as I like Victorian art – Chopin being my fave)… he’s making me redo some of the grade 2 stuff (specifically, the Ferrer piece… expression is the point here, playing certain bits very slowly and very softly and then keeping the bass soft and the melody line fortissimo… tricky stuff).

Plan for today: write blog for eHarlequin (out next month), then take the kids over to see my dad. We’re doing lunch. And I need to be strict with myself, bearing in mind last week’s rubbish weight loss. (Have done well on the walking front so far – 18k on Monday, 15k yesterday.)

more exploring

Current work: pics and notes for new nonfiction; thinking about Med duo outline
Listening to: Keane, Hopes and Fears
Reading: Alison Uttley’s ‘A Traveller in Time’

Still fighting the crows – firstly because of waiting to hear about the book (this was meant to be done and dusted before my ed comes back later this week… or so I thought… and I am trying quite hard not to stress about it) and secondly because my lovely weight loss from last week went straight back on. So as it started as a bad day yesterday I thought I might as well continue it and do the shoe check. This usually means at least twenty minutes waiting in a packed shoe shop… but to my surprise yesterday although the shop was heaving we were seen straight away. New shoes for both children; then went to M&S and new shoes for me, too. Madam absolutely insisted on going to the M&S café (I had a skinny latte and fruit salad – they had cake). And then I talked the kids into letting me do more pics for the book, bless them.

We went back to the cathedral (which son has decided is one of his favourite places)… and because I can’t resist, here’s a pic of the Green Man boss in the cloisters, and a wallpainting from the Treasury. (I promised my ed I wouldn’t have millions of pictures of the bosses in the book. I am keeping my word. I’m putting them on here instead.)

And on the way back to the car (I didn’t tell the kids at this point we’d walked over 16k steps or Madam would’ve thrown a hissy fit/demanded chocolate) we heard this Spanish flamenco music and saw this incredible dancer outside the Forum…

more winners

Fiona Harper has kindly announced the winner – or I should say, winners as she’s picked two – for her prize on my 25th book blog party. Fiona says: ‘I picked becky - because a story like that deserves a book - and christyjan, because her story made me laugh.’

So please get in touch with your snailmail addies (to kate dot hardy at btinternet dot com – closing up the spaces and replacing the dots with a dot and the at with an at sign – the things I have to do to avoid spam, and particularly so at the moment because they’re all going on about weight loss and I’ve just realised why this morning’s weigh-in was so disastrous, i.e. we had dinner out on Friday night and I was a Very Bad Puppy with the pudding menu) and your prizes will be on their way.

I can definitely recommend the book because I read it this weekend...

a bit fidgety

Current work: pics and notes for new nonfiction; thinking about Med duo outline
Listening to: Athlete, ‘Tourist’
Reading: quite a bit (see below)

I’m a bit fidgety at the moment. Can’t really settle to work (though am doing some nonfiction; am so glad I have the new book to keep me sane). Am full of ideas (some of which are, frankly, mad – and one is just as an excuse for me to buy an antiquarian book for research purposes, though until I know whether it has the right info I can’t justify buying it) but not settling to anything. I think it’s because I’m still waiting to hear from my ed re the last book. With ADHD, I’m really not good at waiting. The best distraction would be to focus myself – preferably on my schedule for the rest of the year (3 fiction and 1 nonfiction by end December, which is very doable in my terms because it means roughly 2,000 words a day). But focusing is easier said than done. Especially during the school holidays (and I'm supposed to be taking the whole of August off anyway). But my agent likes my MX outline, so that’s a good thing as it's due to be started next week.

DH had the bright idea yesterday to go to Felbrigg Hall. A wander round the house and the estate sounded fab; but when we were halfway there the heavens opened – we’re talking about really poor visibility to drive. Kids and I flatly refused to get out of the car in torrential rain. So then DH suggested the beach. And the rain got worse. Finally we headed inland – driving through what’s normally a road but what had become a river…

Today it looks as if the rain has set in, so I’m not sure what we’re doing today. Might see if we can take one or two from my pics list. Or we might just go to a local craft shop for something I need to get that I’ve promised to do (can’t give details here but it’s a joint think that will put a smile on someone’s face).

Read quite a bit over the weekend. Prescription for Happiness by Pat Posner – lovely and heartwarming. One Special Night by Margaret McDonagh – lovely read, gorgeous characters (and I’m not just biased because Cameron was inspired by the same pic as my Charlie Radley – I should add he was Margaret’s and she inspired me!). Make Up to Break Up by – enjoyed it and she behaved herself about the hero’s job whereas I would’ve gone to Fiona Harper town on it and had lots pulled by my ed on grounds of her nerd radar *g*. Sovereign by CJ Sansom (had started it ages back but it got lost on my desk before my big tidy-up) – loved the conspiracy stuff and I do hope he writes another Shardlake book. (I think he shares my view of Henry VIII.) Currently reading Alison Uttley’s ‘A Traveller in Time’ – although it’s a children’s book I was in the mood for something different. I might read some Alan Garner next. Just to shift my focus a bit.

Photo shoot and a great day out at Norwich Castle

Current work: pics and notes for new nonfiction; thinking about Med duo outline

Listening to: various piano

Reading: Prescription for Happiness, Pat Posner

The photo shoot yesterday was great fun. The pic here of the Norman keep is an ‘arty’ shot to give you an idea of what the townsfolk of Norwich saw when the Castle was first built. This is the symbol of William the Conqueror. In an age when there weren’t any tall buildings (the average round-towered church is quite small; plus Norwich Cathedral wasn’t finished at this stage and the spire then was much smaller), the castle completely dominated the skyline. Its precincts were huge, stretching from present-day King Street through to Rouen Road and down to Prince of Wales Road. (The Back of the Inns was once known as the ‘Castle Ditches’.) Quite a lot of houses were flattened to accommodate the precincts, and you could see the castle for miles and miles around.

The photographer was lovely – he’s taken my pic before – but then he asked if I’d brought a copy of my book along. Um. No. Stupid me. So as I was five minutes early, I had enough time to nip down to the nearest Waterstones (i.e. not the one we went to the other day) and buy a copy. The assistant looked at my debit card, then the book, then at me. ‘Is this YOUR book?’ Um. Yes. Explained. He was highly amused at the idea of an author buying her own book… but wanted me to come back and sign the rest of the stock. (Which I did, later.)

So then we went to the dungeons. ‘Nope, she needs to be INSIDE the cell, next to the death masks, because the lighting won’t work otherwise and my brief is to get a nice spooky picture,’ said the photographer. But there was no key to the cell… (This one.) Eventually a key was procured, and in I went. I can honestly say that few people have been practically nose to nose with the death masks at the castle. (Of COURSE I didn’t touch them.) Son and Madam were really good and held the photographer’s flashgun exactly as he directed (I owe them chocolate). But it was boiling hot down there and I have a feeling I’m going to look like a Belisha beacon in the paper. In fact, I know I will because son took a pic with my camera and my face is BEETROOT. Ah well. If people feel sorry for the poor short, fat, obviously boiling hot author inside a cell behind bars, they might buy more copies…

We also had a wander round the museum. It’s the kind of place where you can see something new every time you go – though we do have favourite haunts (Madam’s being the Egyptian section and son’s and mine being the Anglo-Saxon room). The light around this suit of armour was gloriously spooky (think The Mummy crossed with Indiana Jones – sigh, if only I could’ve persuaded my ed into that particular story). We also chatted to a ‘Roman lady’ who told us all about Roman cookery and eating habits (the stuff about the vomitorium is untrue and the upper classes looked down on drunkenness. But the Egyptians did the vomit thing). She also let us handle and sniff various things (Michelle Styles would have LOVED this… and I can confirm that fish sauce smells absolutely repulsive); and a ‘Roman senator’ who told us about how one of the equitaes could rise to power. (He mentioned the Vindolanda tablets – I told him we’d been there a couple of years back and loved it – and then Caerleon. Um, we were there a couple of weeks ago…)

We always have such a good time at Norwich Castle. Even if we didn’t have a Museums Pass, we’d go a lot because it’s such a good experience. The exhibits are fascinating and the curators are VERY approachable. And the coffee in the café is very drinkable…

And then I came home to an unexpected and very nice parcel from a friend whose thoughtfulness and kindness REALLY made my day. I'm not going to out her here, but she knows who she is - and thank you again. :o)

Down in the dungeons…

Current work: pics and notes for new nonfiction; thinking about Med duo outline
Listening to: various piano
Reading: Prescription for Happiness, Pat Posner

Down in the dungeons? That's where I’ll be today for a photo session - at Norwich castle. This time I’m going to be in front of the camera rather than behind it, as pics are going to be taken to go with the piece about The Norfolk Poisoners (will be in the Eastern Daily Press on 1 September).

Yesterday was fairly busy. Started with cookie-making with the kids; then the interview (which went very well as Angi is so nice – mind you, I’ve yet to meet someone from Archant who isn’t); then did the weekly shop.

The morning’s torrential rain turned to sunshine, so we went into town. Started at my accountant’s. This year, they actually had my papers ready to return to me, which was nice – but I’m still going to talk to the Society of Authors to see if they have any recommended accountants in my area because communication isn’t brilliant and they just don’t match the service of my lovely accountant who retired. (And I loathe being called ‘Mrs Brooks’ by someone who’s in a business relationship with me: I much prefer first-name terms.)

Then we went to the Rosary Cemetery to look up certain gravestones (no, the new book isn't macabre book, but some of my subjects are late 19th and early 20th century so they’re no longer with us and I wanted to see their memorials).

Then into town proper – went to the bank, bought a larger atlas of Norfolk (I like ringbound maps and I wanted a large-scale one for work purposes) and signed all my stock in Waterstones to keep them going until we've sorted a date for the proper signing. (Now Ottakars have been taken over, they no longer stock M&Bs. So sad, as they gave me a launch party for A Baby of Her Own. Am just relieved they've kept their good local history section.) Took the kids swimming with DH; and then had a very slobby evening. (But I did over 12,000 steps yesterday so that's not bad...)

the t-word

Current work: pics and notes for new nonfiction;
Listening to: Pink Floyd, Echoes
Reading: The Boss’s Wife for a Week, Anne McAllister

Wrote the MX outline; here’s hoping my ed likes it, as it’s due in the end of next month.

Nice post: Dutch copies of Strictly Legal and German copies of Her Honourable Playboy.

And as it was pouring with rain, I didn’t think the kids would appreciate being dragged round churches. So I spent the day doing the thing I loathe: tidying my office.

Started by sorting out my overflowing shelves. Originally I had all my M&Bs together with my nonfiction on the top of the bookcases – looked impressive, but then I ran out of room. So at the moment I’ve got just the paperbacks on the top of the bookcases, and all the translations (one copy of each, in book order) in the bookcases (having moved some of my fiction around first). Even double-shelved, I’m up to two full shelves (i.e. four single shelves). Maybe I need a Kate Hardy bookcase… Anyway, I have a boxful of books to put on the shelves upstairs in my ex-office (now known as my spare copies shelving), and a boxful of duplicate translations to give to my local library.

DH was a star and helped me when he got home – did the shredding, moved the boxes of books, got me a box for my proofs (which I filled and which needs to go in the loft). So everything’s neat and tidy (tidier, anyway) and… my ‘personal bookshelf’ looks kind of shrunk. There are still over 60-odd books on said shelf (and the equivalent of two whole bookshelves, excluding translations) so it’s still an achievement… but I suppose I’m having an attack of Impostor Syndrome at the moment. Chasing my tail, getting nowhere (aka waiting for revisions on the last Med and getting twitchy, and I can never settle to a new M&B until the old is done and dusted - I must get my head round this and switch between projects, the way I do with nonfiction, or I'll end up with stupid deadlines again).

Watched James Bond with DH last night (great special effects) and then thought I’d read the first couple of chapters of Anne’s book. Yeah, right – try the whole thing… there’s always a detail in Anne’s books that really strikes me, and in this one it was Spence’s grandfather’s ring. Fab setting, too. I want to go and stay in a bure treehouse with a waterfall shower…

Interview with local paper this morning. Do I make cookies? (Problem: I have no willpower and I don’t want to wreck the unofficial diet which is doing v nicely – 6lbs so far – this is to do with trying to take more exercise.) And I have to hoover up as Byron decided to roll on the rug in the living room and cover it with dog-hair. And I’d better slap on some make-up and look a bit less scruffy than I usually do.

churches and cinemas

Current work: pics and notes for new nonfiction; still thinking re MX outline
Listening to: Pink Floyd, Echoes
Reading: Michael Cox’s The Meaning of Night (finished it last night – definitely caught the feel of the mid nineteenth century and of course the world of antiquarians/bibliophiles (but as he’s MR James’s biographer I would’ve been very surprised if he hadn’t) – I did guess the denouement but it was well done)

Off into town with the kids yesterday. Bank, library, more pics, then went to see Surf’s Up at the cinema. Not bad (there were some funny bits and I liked the surfing chicken) but this summer’s crop of films is pretty disappointing. (Not going to see HP on the big screen – will wait for DVD as I think Madam’s a bit young and she doesn’t like scary films.)

Also updated my website - including info about new books, new recipe and new reviews.

Plan for today: back into town as St Laurence is open under the Church Ranger scheme and I need interior pics; and then massive tidy-up before the lovely EDP journo comes to interview me tomorrow. (I have to tackle my office. Which is worse: synopsis or tidying? Decisions, decisions.)

another booky day (or two)

Current work: PM job (just finished copyediting); pics and notes for new nonfiction
Listening to: Romance de Amor, Xue Fei Yang (highly recommended)
Reading: Michael Cox’s The Meaning of Night

My cheque finally arrived on Saturday. It’s only taken about two and a half weeks to reach me by first-class post (cough). And apparently it went via Chatham. Um, how the word ‘Norfolk’ looks like ‘Kent’…? But at least it’s here now.

Also received a reader’s letter about Disasters. (They enjoyed it – in fact, they described the book as ‘splendid’ and ‘most enjoyable and informative’ – but wanted to point out the font was too small – will reply this morning thanking them for their time and pass on their comment to the publisher.) One of my research books arrived; and a package from M&B with a South African edition of Their Christmas Dream Come True and a Japanese edition of His Honourable Surgeon (with the most amazingly raunchy cover for Japan – I’m used to seeing pretty pics of flowers on Japanese covers).

Finished copyediting; awaiting author’s replies to queries.

Plan for today: sun is shining so we’ll be out somewhere - see what the kids fancy doing when they wake up. In the meantime, the house is quiet so I'm getting on with some work.

Just messing about on the river…

Current work: PM job (copyediting); pics and notes for new nonfiction
Listening to: Romance de Amor, Xue Fei Yang (highly recommended)
Reading: Michael Cox’s The Meaning of Night

Finalised corrections for the PM job, then spent the day at in the garden at my dad and stepmum’s (had a barbecue, which was v nice). Home, squeezed in a bit more work, and then DH decided he fancied going out as it was a nice evening. I perked up. ‘We could go and have a drink by the river. How about Bramerton?’ Is this to do with your book? (Suspicious man. But he knows me well.) And as my Amazon parcel arrived I managed to sneak one of my new discs into the car – this is absolutely lovely, and also introduced me to a new piece by Aguilar called ‘Anak’ which is very, very pretty.

Reached Bramerton (which is approximately two miles outside the city boundary – but it’s completely the other side of the city from us) and DH started muttering, ‘You look like a tourist,’ and ‘This is SO embarrassing.’ So I sent him into the pub and the kids and I sorted the pics. And then we chilled out for a bit, watching the sun gradually set and the ducks swimming in the distance. Like so:

A booky sort of day

Current work: PM job (second proofs); pics and notes for new nonfiction

Listening to: Mozart Piano Concerto no 20

Reading: Kate Harrison's The Self-Preservation Society (finished it last night and thoroughly enjoyed it)

Lovely day yesterday. Into town to take some more pics; then moseyed back via bookshops. Started with Jarrold’s – firstly because I wanted to pick up a copy of ‘A Historical Atlas of Norfolk’ (expensive but good reference book), and secondly to introduce myself to the book buyer because I’m supposed to be sorting out a signing. I may be doing the signing at their November shopping evening (depends if he can get bigger names than me, obviously); but then he asked for my details and things sort of changed. ‘You’re Pam Brooks? Oh, I’m so pleased to meet you.’ Apparently my books are doing well. (Even better, he named ALL my history books. I was quite impressed.) And I am on the shortlist for the four authors, so fingers crossed.

Then we moseyed into Smith’s (more stationery – let’s just say pink sparkly stuff and kittens were involved - and discovered The Italian GP’s Bride has nearly sold out - and I signed Disasters and Streets while I was there, because customers love books with ‘signed by author’ stickers on…). Then we had to stop in the M&S café before doing the uniform shop (chocolate cake was consumed but NOT by me, and I didn’t get my biscuit with my skinny latte either because vulture daughter swooped on it); and finally did the weekly shop.


And by then I was in naughty mode, because I think it’s time I introduced the kids to some of the books I loved at their age – especially son, as he likes fantasy/SF (hmm… I bet daughter would like Joyce Stranger, Elyne Mitchell’s ‘Silver Brumby’ books and Ruby Ferguson’s ‘Jill’ books – how I loved them, and most are OOP. Can I be trusted in a second-hand bookshop?). So I’ve ordered the complete The Dark is Rising sequence by Susan Cooper (replacement copy for me, actually, but I’m planning to read to the kids) and My Friend Flicka (because I think Madam will like it… and this one comes with a little pony necklace so that will make me Top Mummy). Also ordered a copy of Cheryl Reavis’s Blackberry Winter as Liz Fielding was so taken by it and I liked the sound of it too (wasn’t in Smith’s or Border’s), and a couple more research books, and discovered that Amazon is listing The Pregnancy Ultimatum (aka ‘In The Gardener’s Bed’ - except they’ve listed the release date as Jan 07 instead of Jan 08, which needs correcting)… yep, it was a booky sort of day. The kind of day I like.

I also REALLY have to tidy my office. And I have a definite deadline now as the Eastern Daily Press is interviewing me next Wednesday and, with my journo hat on, I know my office is going to come into the interview at some point…

Guitar lesson yesterday evening – how I’ve missed my Tuesday morning setting the world to rights with Jim. My playing… um. Let’s just say I haven’t touched my guitar since my last lesson, and it showed. A lot. He even commented as such. Sigh. So now I have two difficult Sor pieces to do, and I’m going to try to practise every day. I was going to whine for some Mozart… and on the way home, what happened? Mozart’s piano concerto no 20. Gorgeous. (I like his D minor stuff because it’s so dark and edgy – the Requiem being a case in point, but I can’t drive to that because it makes me cry.) So I added that to my little binge, along with a Mark Knopfler CD that was a bargain and a really early Neil Young one just because (and hey, I haven’t bought any CDs for a week – well, I bought some a week ago but they’re taking a Very Long Time to be delivered).

Actually, I’ve got the title of this post wrong. Should be a booky and musicky kind of day :o)

And with nice emails from publishers in my in-box as well… all’s very well on Planet Kate.


Especially as I had a really exciting pic from my friend and fellow Medicals author Lynne Marshall in my inbox this morning - my book ON SHELVES IN AMERICA! (Thank you, Lynne.)

Organised again

Current work: thinking about new MX outline; pics and notes for new nonfiction
Listening to: Crowded House, ‘Time On Earth’
Reading: Kate Harrison's The Self-Preservation Society

I have my to-do list organised again and blu-tacked to the wall above my desk. So I know what I’m doing and when, and what looked like a scary list feels much better. (Tidying my office doesn’t have a deadline… actually, I do need to sort this, and I want to get my cuttings folder in a decent state too.)


Had a brilliant day yesterday researching with the kids. Started in the cathedral – and I’m so pleased with the new camera. In the vaulting of the nave (which is at least 70 feet above your head) there are these amazing bosses, all telling the story of the Bible. And because the new camera has a) a decent zoom and b) quality pics, it meant I could get a reasonable shot of single bosses. (Not perfect but I’ve only had the camera just over a week. Left is the view above... I zoomed in for the later ones.) The guide at the cathedral was lovely and showed us various bits I hadn’t seen before. Kids loved every second and then made me buy them elevenses in the refectory. They were also very taken by the stained glass window (which is pretty stunning) and the wall paintings (oh good, they're going to share another of my little obsessions).


Also went to St Peter Mancroft’s and the verger was fantastic and let us into the sacristy; he also suggested some things which he got out of the cabinet for me to photograph. (Definitely getting a mention in the acknowledgements.)

And that, um, took up all our time. (As well as helping me do over 14k steps.) And I forgot my M&S vouchers anyway. So… we’ll do it today instead. And the weekly shop. We did get my camera tripod, though. (Need to try that out… maybe later today.)

Came home to the large print of The Consultant’s New-Found Family – and also the hardbacks of The Doctor’s Very Special Christmas. Third Christmas book in a row but this time it’s a close-up of the tree. (I love writing Christmas books.)

Took the children swimming when DH was home; great fun.


Plan for today: school uniform, weekly shop, and maybe some more picture research. The St Giles area of the city today, methinks. (Yup, more churches...)

Off to Italy!

Current work: PM copyediting job and still thinking about new MX outline and notes for new nonfiction

Listening to: Led Zeppelin IV

Reading: Kate Harrison's The Self-Preservation Society (this is why I have bags under my eyes this morning and need coffee – it’s too good to put down and one of her secondary characters is adorable – reminds me very much of one of the secondary characters in a project I’m sneakily working on, though didn’t inspire him as this has been on the back burner for a good 18 months… SDP, look away now: (whispers) it’s my other summer project.)

Apologies for moaning yesterday – and thank you for the support and private comments. Back to normal mood today!

Sadly, I’m not going to Italy personally – but my books are. First of all in August with Strictly Legal; it keeps its title, too - Strettamente lecito. Am v pleased. Here’s the cover (a bit small but it's all that was available). It’s also available on the shelves in the US this month, as Mistress on Trial – available in e-book form as well from eharlequin.

The Posh Docs series starts in Italy in September, with Primario e Rubacuori (Her Celebrity Surgeon) and a fab strapline: NOBILTÀ IN CORSIA Quando prestigio, fascino ed eleganza indossano un camice bianco. (And just for info, Her Honorable Playboy – the second in the trilogy – is also available in e-book form here at eharlequin.)

I’m starting to make progress on the tidying front. OK, so I got a box and put the contents of my desk (except PC and memory sticks and SD-reader and my accounts file) into it, which means I’m no longer working in a mess as long as I keep my eyes fixed on the desk itself (the whole room is in a state). But I got an offer yesterday. ‘I volunteer to help you.’ That’s a big word for a six-year-old. Do you know what it means? ‘Yes, it means I offer to do it.’ (Remember: her reading age is about 11. Smart cookie child.) Hmm. So what’s this going to cost me? (Thinking it’d be another Nintendo pony or princess game.) ‘Nothing. I love tidying. I want to help you. Can we do housework tomorrow?’ (She’s completely sincere and earnest. Bless her.)

Real plans for today: shopping for school uniform (DH measured them last night – son is still on 91st centile and daughter on 75th. Which means son will end up about 6 foot 1 and daughter about 5 foot 6 (both taller than me). There is a tall gene in my family but I didn’t inherit it: I inherited the fat gene instead. Sigh. (But I did lose 3lbs last week without trying. I’m not strictly trying now. Just not eating between meals, avoiding bread and wheat as far as possible, and trying to exercise more.)

Also have to do weekly shop (as we’re going swimming tonight) and as we’re in town I want to take a couple of shots for the book – so it’s the Cathedral and St Peter Mancroft today. I need to look up a few things in Pevsner before I talk the kids into visiting other churches, and I’m not 100% sure that St George’s Colegate is open.