The rock blaster stopped for the weekend. I walked across to chat to Bosszilla, the powerful woman in the yellow jacket with the stop and go road sign. She had been there every day directing the men at work and looked fierce. She turned out to be an absolutely charming lady and explained that they’d pack up for the weekend and just needed a few hours on Monday to finish off. She was as true as her word and it took a while to get
used to silence this week.
Ive had several sessions on the WIP. Yes, Really! In between sun, dips in the pool, some great and not so great books, wine and delicious tapas I have got to grips with it. Ive worked on self-editing and some rewriting. I completed a self-editing course last month and it has been invaluable in pointing me in the right direction at this stage of writing.
If you look at my links, youll see my blog wizard,Jamie Evans, is there and the Writers Workshop is listed. They have been a real support over the last year and I signed up for their six week self-editing course. The two tutors really knew how to engage with the group and teach the skills needed at several levels. They gave invaluable individual feedback each week and this was shared within the group.
The group, a dozen new authors at the editing stage, are a talented and supportive bunch who are great at bouncing ideas back and forth. We are going to continue sharing and critiquing one anothers work. I feel that Ive gained a great group of writing friends from this experience.
The tutors, Debi and Emma, have their own sites with a wealth of resources. Ive added them to my favourite links, if you care to take a look.
I think that my novel is changing for the better,but I hope its not like the wine Ive brought home in the past! The times I have carried a bottle of fantastic local plonk home to find that it tastes different in cloudy, rainy Newcastle. That doesnt happen to writing does it?
I’m on a two week break with the Mr.and the first draft of the WIP came too. the plan was to do some revisions on the terrace of the apartment we have rented up on the cliffs overlooking Mogan. No such luck!
The terrace is peaceful until 9a.m. and then a massive mechanical drill contraption starts hewing rocks out of the cliff and a drill breaks them up. They stop at 7 p.m. The workers have ear protection , but we don’t! The din is beyond being funny after an hour and so we head off out. I’m wrting this with pen and pad by the marina and will retreat to a cafe in a vibrant people-watching square square to use their wifi before lunch. We chose an apartment without it, so that we would be interne- free for a couple of weeks, but relapsing onceor twice for blogging and emails isnt’ too bad!
The self-edit has ground to a halt. My kindle has lots of must reads on it and the apartment has shelves of interesting books – whenever does that happen? Let’s just say that most of my time is being taken up with rest, retreat from noise pollution and reading. Must keep up to date with new books and escape the stress of the building site.
I finished reading the third of ‘The Hunger Games’ trilogy and feel relieved it is over. a real page turner, but all that first person. present tense action is exhausting! I’m reading ‘Me Before You’ by Jo Jo Moyes on the kindle and ‘The Murder Wall’ in real book form. My eye is on Dawn French’s book on the bookshelf in the apartment. She is talented and funny and I want to see if that translates into a novel too.
I’m typing this on a screen I can’t see for sun so there may be typos, Im also drinking an aperitif. Hasta Luego!
It has been an exciting Easter weekend! Yes, it was lovely to have all the chocolate and see the family, but my ‘New Hen’ blog has been the best present this year. It needs tidying up a bit and I need to find a better picture , My daughter envisages one of me looking intelligent in front of the bookcase or at my laptop, but at least I’ve moved into my blog.
My blogging life started in Sainsbury’s of all places. I had a shopping list for the long weekend and swiftly by-passed the clothes bargain rail because I think that it isn’t good to buy your holiday clothes along with your salad stuff and Easter eggs. It was impossible to walk straight past the magazine stand though. I hovered and there it was, this one copy of ‘Writing Mag.’ I leafed through and wondered, how many aspiring writers shop in my branch of Sainers? Just in case there are lots, I dropped this solo copy in the trolley and pressed on with the holiday load up.
The technology special articles, by Paula Wynne and Rebecca Woodhead, made it seem straightforward to start blogging. I wasn’t convinced straight away. Hmmm, I thought, set yourself up in an afternoon? It can’t be that easy. I mentioned this to my visiting stepson and he confirmed that it really would be that straightforward. What’s more, he’d show me how.
We had this up and running in no time. Thanks Jamie, I mean you had it up and running and I watched and learned how to use the site.
So now I’m here and ready to write about the enjoyment, the challenges and the steep learning curve I’m going through while trying to finish my first novel. I’m hoping to meet henfriends who enjoy reading or writing women’s fiction and who want to share the ups and downs of writing.
Before I go, I’d better mention that I’m not being hired to ‘plug’ Sainsbury’s or Writing Mag but I rate both highly this weekend -great food and invaluable info.
What’s the luckiest thing that you’ve found in your local supermarket?
Thanks for visiting !