I love it when the day starts with you not knowing your own name. My cover designer just sent me the full cover for the next set of Clearwater Tales (‘1893’), and very fine it looks too. She’d sent me the front cover a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve been touting it around in a pre-publicity attempt to raise vague interest. However, it was only just now, when seeing the full wrap-around, that I noticed there was a C missing from my name, ‘Jackson Marsh’ had become Jakson Marsh, and I’d not even noticed. So, the two covers have been rushed back to Serbia for that amendment, and hopefully, it won’t slow down the publication process.
Meanwhile, we’re enjoying calmer weather, with the temperature up to 15° yesterday in the shade of our courtyard, though the air is chilly when you’re not in direct sunlight. Neil’s popping down town today to finalise his end-of-work paperwork and so on, while I am finishing the edits on ‘1893’ and generally doing desk-bound stuff this morning, with no plans to do anything this afternoon. That’s always a nice feeling to start with – nothing do but put your feet up with a good book… For ten minutes, and then I’m thinking, ‘I should be doing something’, but what? I can’t spend the rest of the day watching reality TV and adventure films, I should do something…’ There are 101 things I could be doing and a few more I should be doing, but there’s too much choice, so I’ll carry on reading in the hope it all goes away.
It’ll be a different story this time on Friday when I’ll be preparing for another trip to Rhodes. 7.45 boat, 10.00 possibly some shopping, 11.00 appointment, lots of walking, 12.30 meet up with the godson, lunch, boat back at 18.15, home by 20.00. However, this time in two weeks, we’ll be waking up in Innsbruck and preparing for a 10.16 train to Salzburg. That’s part of the trip the four of us are setting off on a week on Friday, which means the last blog of the year will be on the 18th, or earlier if the weather looks dodgy and we decide to leave on the Wednesday and spend three days holed up at the Castellum Suites. We shall see, but for now… On with the editing, and after that, I will write out 100 times, ‘I must learn to spell my pen name.’
