We drove to England’s “West Country” on Saturday:
We went to visit long-time friends…
I read none of my Conventions manuscript yesterday beyond glimpsing its cover on Instagram and here in my post about it. I’m taking a few days away from the late 1700s to clear my head before I delve into correcting it from the beginning. I think this is probably the first time in months I have gone a 24 hour period (and counting) not writing or reading any of it.
As part of my “day of rest,” I found myself in a sudden Messenger chat with a friend. She lives in Bristol and was my wife’s friend before she became mine as well. (I have deleted names used.) She is the opening message…
Being English, my wife takes pride in correctly pronouncing place names from around where I grew up:
Long Island, New York is that fish-profile-resembling island that extends east from New York City. My parents lived in New York City and on Long Island all of their lives until moving to Pennsylvania in 2011. I was born in the city and raised on the island.
A bit of an “unserious” post at times. It’s Wednesday. A brief change of pace.
We sat through Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice, on Sunday night.
I like science fiction. I like superheroes. I like being entertained.
But while watching too often I found myself asking: What the heck is going on?
The film is based on the characters from the famous comics, of course. As I watched, it dawned on me as well that lots of books today are also rooted in the supernatural or the essentially “unbelievable.” The number of indie authors alone who write fantasy – and often really good stuff, too – is enormous.
We’ve been there before to concerts, but it dawned on me that I could not recall ever seeing the Albert Memorial (across the street) in daylight. I’d been by it previously only after dark. So outside of the hall, I went tourist and snapped a photo:
I was writing yesterday late morning when I noticed no heat was on and the house had started to feel cool. Venturing downstairs from my office, I discovered the boiler was out. Next I saw gas workers outside.
There was a gas problem on the high street and National Grid had turned up with what seemed like a dozen vehicles. They’d had to shut off service to quite a few houses. Water from a burst pipe up the road earlier somehow got into the main gas pipe.
“Uh, not good,” one of the workers told me.
“So this is the water company’s fault,” I laughed.
What do novelists do all day? My uncle had told me any writer gets asked that question regularly. So I thought that I’d try to explain what this one did … yesterday.
Now that the holidays are over, I have no excuses. I’ve decided to target finishing Conventions by the end of January. We’ll see if I can live up to that; but planting a timescale flag is necessary or one is apt to drift. However, even if I can manage that, with all that follows after the last word is “officially” written, it will not be available probably before March.
As you may know I try to write a blog post here five or so times a week. But as you may have also noticed I have fallen off that pace recently as I have found myself working increasingly on the last stages of the book. To give you all a morning wave, yesterday I chose Instagram:
Another dank and dark January early morning. How about a look back to a sunny August day instead? In Knebworth Park nearby, the very top of @knebworth_house in the distance. Have a good day!😊🇬🇧📸🌤#travel #England #Hertfordshire #Knebworth #KnebworthHouse #summer #sunny #sky #clouds #view #country #rural #trees #photo #photography #writers #authors #fiction
It was not a great weather morning here early yesterday as well. So I posted that Knebworth Park summer photo. (But the sun did come out eventually during the day.) Not long after I’d posted it, I was off and running…
For Christmas, we flew to Newark yesterday from Heathrow. We decided to make this trip special.
We used Avios (BA air miles) and went first class. I grabbed that photo above in the Concorde lounge “outside” deck at Heathrow. And naturally, as we all do nowadays, I put it on Instagram.
What a ludicrous hour to be awake on a Sunday. We’re going to church early. Like many of you, we’ve been spending the weekend preparing for Christmas:
The Christmas present wrapping nightmare: the oddly shaped box. I feel so wrapping inadequate.😂🌲Our late friend, Kam…she could've had this perfect in ten seconds, complete with bow (that she'd tie herself, from scratch) on top.🎁I can almost hear her trying to be encouraging while aiming to fix this disaster: "Oh, well, that's fiiiiiine, Rob.🤦🏽♀️But here, let me see if I can help…"💁🏽#Christmas #presents #wrapping #humor #humour #fun #holiday #wrappingpaper #Hertfordshire #England #Saturday #writers #authors #photo #photography #memories #relationships
The Mail has been out researching Americans’ opinions about their lives here in Britain. Get ready. Let’s have some Friday fun:
I’ll address my fellow Americans’ points in order. Here we go. To start: