Yesterday, publication was completed. That’s that. If you are not a Kindle user, Conventions: The Garden At Paris is now available in paperback, too:
As you may have seen on my Instagram, on Friday we traveled across the pond to Pennsylvania to see my father for Easter, and to have a holiday here in the U.S.:
Surprise! Release a new book and promptly flee to NY to visit Father for Easter.✈️It took a lot longer to make this journey in 1787!😂Bye for now!😊🇬🇧 . #travel #authors #Heathrow #holiday #Easter #GoodFriday #writersofinstagram #airport #England #expats #USA #photo #fiction #historicalfiction #humor #humour #photo #photograph #photographylife
He has just been “getting by” without my mother. That is about all. I have noticed this since my mother’s death: he’s not really getting “better.”
Ladies, should your man survive you, don’t imagine that that man who’d been in your life will not miss you terribly after you are gone. Don’t assume he will just pick a new wife off the shelf and go merrily on his way, happily ever after. Don’t think you are “replaceable.”
I thank all of you who follow me here and have purchased my earlier novels. Once again, I have reached what is simultaneously the most satisfying moment a writer experiences and also the most unnerving one. Conventions: The Garden At Paris is becoming available on Kindle currently on Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.com, and all other Amazons:
With that novel finally finished, frankly I’m about finished as well. Mentally, I had been thinking for years about writing a tale like this one. I had been actually doing it since January 2016:
I saw this on Instagram earlier this morning:
And it got me thinking that while there is “truth” in that, I have learned that the likes of “Facebooking” – for me it is more “Instagraming” – can be a stress breaker, too. One cannot work at one’s writing ALL of the time. You’ll become “isolated” and go bonkers.
It is necessary to blow off steam, have a laugh, and to think about something else now and then. Social media is one way to do so…
The clocks moved forward here in Britain last night…
Passing over the A1(M) a little while ago. 📸🚗🌃(I was not driving!) Have a goodnight, wherever you are.😊 . #travel #motorway #A1M #driving #view #overpass #flyover #evening #Saturday #photo #photographylife #photography #photograph #automobiles #traffic #writers #authorsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #authors #Hertfordshire #England #dusk
After the “short” night, I’m still awake early. I am usually an early riser – particularly now. My brain seems on “full speed” as I awaken and for some time afterwards.
I don’t normally do more than one post a day. But the stark difference in the subject matter between this one and the previous one is such that I could not combine them. And I wanted to make sure I posted this as well.
Yesterday afternoon, unaware of what was going on “out there,” I had been working as usual. Also I took a break which included not only making a coffee, but listening to Soundcloud while doing so. Marion Clavié has a beautiful voice:
How are you? Hope you had a decent day? (Or are having one so far?) 😊A late afternoon suggestion: ☕️📱🎤🎼and @marion_clavie. . #soundcloud #coffee #iphone7 #music #afternoon #photo #photos #travel #photographylife #kitchen #technology #socialmedia #listeningtomusic #Hertfordshire #England #pleasant #beautiful #singers #writersofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #authors
Since about 1750 (after the Reformation, the Civil War, Cromwell, and battles over the succession to the throne), other than during WWII, Great Britain has generally been a pretty safe place. It had some “highwaymen” and street thuggery, but even that was patchy. (In 1800, it also had several dozen offenses for which hanging was still commonly applied.) And there has been the occasional, isolated “political riot” – such as the “Gordon Riots” in London in 1780.
Because of the patterns of life, centuries of rural habit, and the static world most were born into, lived in, and died in, there was little public violence. Great Britain has not suffered from extended periods of political instability and the terrorism that usually stems from that – save for that which emerged from Ireland in the 1960s, and which had a clear political goal. What happened yesterday on Westminster Bridge is a relatively recent phenomenon – but one we are now seeing all too regularly in various places.
Ugly day an hour or so to the south. I can't sit through any more TV news. Retreating to Don and Roger: the #MadMen episode I had been watching. . #Westminster #London #news #terror #photo #photography #photographylife #streetlight #sidedoor #home #alone #evening #Hertfordshire #England #Parliament #media #village #authorsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #writers
For us as Americans, in 1777 Morocco was – informally – the first country to recognize the newly independent U.S. A friendship treaty was officially signed in 1786, and that treaty remains in place even today. The first foreign property the U.S. Government owned would not be in London, Paris or Amsterdam, but was the U.S. Consulate in Tangier, which is now on a register of U.S. historic places.
Sunday’s post on loss and grief was quite serious, I know. I appreciate you having read it. As I have had some time to reflect on my feelings since posting it, interestingly I have found a bit of relief in my own words.
And spring is upon us:
Here's to hoping things get a bit better for all of us. As spring is arriving, how about some daffodils (snapped last night) for this Monday morning.📸🌼🌎🙂 . #travel #weekend #daffodils #Hertfordshire #England #writersofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #photographylife #photo #family #relationships #expats #Monday #flowers #spring #life
Where would writers be without their families and friends to provide them with material? When I fictionalized my mother and my uncle, they were still living. Both died just after I’d essentially finished writing Distances in September 2015.
On Monday, the Mrs. had airline business in Scotland, west of Glasgow. Somehow in all my years here, I’d managed never to have visited Scotland. So I joined her – and grabbed some photos over the three days there: