(And some random Symi shots.) Here we are on Monday again. In two weeks I’ll be off to Rhodes for a couple of nights, but before then I have ‘The Eastling’ to finish. It’s back from proofreading, so I am reading through for the last time before letting it go. I’m over halfway and aim to have it ready for layout in a couple of days. Laying out will then take a couple more days, and I usually have a day of frustration while trying to get the Kindle version to present correctly (the print file is much easier, the Kindle never look right in the front matter department). After that, I send it up to Amazon and wait for it to go live, and then I’ll let you have the links. Hopefully, it will be available by the end of the month. As I’ve said before, with this one, you will be better off reading (or rereading) The Saddling and The Witchling first, just so you get the flow, but it’s not 100% necessary.
Meanwhile, in other personal news… Nothing much. Been walking when I can, still aiming for three miles per day, five days per week at least. When I’m back from Rhodes, I hope to do one longer hike each week. The current walks are exercise walks and, I have to say, getting easier. From home, all the way up the main road/hill to the Panormitis turn off (just under two miles) and back, can now be done comfortably in about an hour and a quarter. While all that is going on, we’re also doing this ‘Sober October’ thing, but not calling it that. ‘Sober’ makes it sound as if you’re drunk every other month of the year and makes me wonder how a ‘Cold Turkey December’ would look, or a telling your friends, “Hey! I’m coming off ketamine for Christmas.” Actually, I can see the t-shirt…
So, all that’s happening hereabouts, and meanwhile, the social diary is very empty. Apart from one dinner later this week there’s nothing in the diary apart from book stuff, notes to buy various ferry tickets, the bathroom roof to prepare for winter, some mild decorating, light dusting, finding duvets and hanging the draft-excluder hangings ready for the colder weather. Neil is working at the bar up until 23rd or 24th October, and then he’s off for the next few months so belts will have to be tightened financially. Unless, of course, everyone spreads the word about this wonderful new series of mystery thrillers set in a village called Saddling where part three, ‘The Eastling’ is about to play out in a rather Brexit inspired tale of betrayal and social hysteria. If you feel like adding reviews (to any of my books you’ve read), spreading the links around social media, buying a copy for your friends as presents and so on, then please do. I can save the income for ‘Hangover November.’