Hmm, not much writing done over the weekend, must try harder during the week. So close to the end of the first draft now, but the last few scenes are pretty complicated so I don’t want to rush them. I also need to write lyrics to a song and find a way of presenting the song, as that’s part of the big finale. I wonder if it’s possible to get someone to record it, when it’s written, and to have the recording online. Then put a link in the Kindle version to that page and one in the print version, so readers can go off and hear the song when they get to that point in the story. There’s an idea…
I just need to write the song, get someone to record it for me… Meanwhile. I am looking out of my office window on a Sunday and the room around me is now a dusty, sandy, salmon-ish pink colour that has already been described as ‘light terracotta’, which sounds much better than pink. But it’s a warm colour, in the north facing room, and it looks very smart. Neil spent four hours on it on Saturday while I did the housework. I’ve moved furniture around as well to make room for the sofa bed which should be on its way afore long, we hope.
Saturday evening was given over to guests and more cat pampering by some of his fans, Viv in this case:
And Sunday was given over to more things around the house and a bit of chilling out. Neil went to get some money out, I did some baking in the recently cleaned oven (why do manufacturers call oven cleaner ‘Oven cleaner’ – it never actually cleans anything) and, as I write, we’re expecting friends for lunch. After that? Well, it’s a Sunday which usually means an afternoon in the square and possibly a quick meal at the taverna, but we will see. We have a 5.30 appointment tomorrow (Monday) morning with the ladies who want to see the sunrise and open some bubbles to celebrate a birthday. We said we’d walk up the road with them and then join them on our run back from the monastery. But in order for that to happen we have to get an early Sunday night and that’s not happened for the past few weeks.
Down in Symi town I can see the boats a coming and a going and life going on as usual. The soldiers have done their Sunday morning ritual at the war memorial, we can hear them singing from up here – they also come back in the evening to lower the flag. The tail end of some further-north thunderstorms has passed us by with a little cloud the other day, but now normal service has been resumed. The Poseidon is going out on its round the island boat trips, the shops and cafes are all open, the tavernas and bars too. At the house, the plants are growing (all but one) though the chilli seeds haven’t come up yet, the cat is still shedding more fur than he owns, somehow, and I spent 40 minutes hoovering the sofa on Saturday and it’s already attracting more white fur. Viv brushed off four handfuls on Saturday night and no doubt I could get the same from him today. Mind you, he does look much thinner after a good brushing.
So, off into Monday we go and this week we have only one house guest planned, a lot of writing, and very little else. Perhaps I will even get draft one finished by this time next week? And remember, if you’ve not got a copy of ‘Lonely House’ as yet you can find a copy at Amazon here. And if you’re a Kindle reader you can get the Kindle version here. Bring either with you to Symi and I’ll happily sign your copy.
I know, I won’t sign your Kindle of course, I was only joking about that.
