Christmas Cake 2024 - testing, testing...

Well, I never thought I'd be back on here, but here I am. And very happy about it.

Erm, I have to own up to driving my daughter mad for a substantial amount of time to help me get on here, and finally she relented. Although, if I'd paid attention, thought logically, would I have been able to do it? Maybe...

Now let me tell a tale about my Christmas cake.

I used an old recipe but made a few tweaks, such as adding coconut. I fed the cake weekly with brandy for a couple of weeks and then put marzipan on it. After leaving it a few weeks, I finally iced it.

It looked good until we cut into it. It was moist, borderline wet.

What could I do given the cost of the ingredients and the effort of making it? Internet searches didn't help. So I got creative and forged ahead, just like writers do when we are cornered.

1. I halved the cake, took out a lot of the fruit and squished it down into a fresh cake tin.

2.  I cooked it at 160 degrees in my air fryer for about 8 mins.

3. It was crunchy and delicious.

4. We've nibbled it; eaten with yoghurt for breakfast;  had it accompany cups of tea and coffee.

5. Sadly it's now all gone!

Did your Christmas cakes turn out all right?    

Love-Hate Technology

Back in the day...

There used to be fog. I remember walking home from high school in thick dense fog. I used to have a little torch, barely a couple of inches in length and it hung on my key-ring that only had one front door key on it. I also remember my ever-watchful relatives ready to report to my parents if I was ever late home. Very strict. There were always consequences.

There used to be snow. Inches and inches of it. So beautiful. Heavy and crunchy and white. During the day if the sun was shining it hurt the eyes. And at night it had an other-worldliness that allowed me to imagine that I didn't live in that dark and dingy house.

The school encouraged most of us girls to learn to type. I didn't want to go and work in an office but it was going to be better than factory work so I obeyed. The old method was to follow the charts and once you put your fingers on the keys of the typewriters, there was an order to follow. Rote learning. It worked.

I became a touch typist. My speed increased and my accuracy improved. I got up to 60 words per minute. Not bad.

I remember tippex. The dry and the liquid. Need I say more?

Then came the word processors. OMG. I hated them and I loved them. As well as faster, my typing got sloppier. However printing, proofing and correcting was so much easier. I remember when I worked for the NHS.  The good-feel atmosphere of the office. The smoke that hurt the throat and the noisy clatter of the keyboards as the girls typed up page after page of policies or minutes of meetings.

For my first attempt at a novel I tapped away on an Amstrad. I loved the tidy look of those floppy disks. We had two boxes of them.

Yesterday I had to change names (there are certain literary rules to follow for good practice), for several characters in my not-out-yet ghost novel. Search and replace took no time at all. I love it.

How on earth did Charles Dickens, Charlotte Bronte, et al manage? I imagine them scribbling night after night, and admire them so much for persevering.

eBook To Paperback

The writer part of me is never happy unless I'm writing something new.

But when you are an author like me, who does everything from writing the book to its final publication, (except for the cover - I don't do the covers), it means much of the time, you can feel like you're not writing.

Recently I've spent over three weeks taking an eBook (a collection of short stories), published six years ago, to make it available in paperback. As I worked on it, I kept feeling that I was losing time. My friends tell me it is still writing. I know they're right and yet...

So to make me feel better, here's fresh writing. This blog is on my recent activity.

Manna For Heaven was published in 2014. A collection of 12 short stories. None of them are flash fiction, which I only started experimenting with in 2014 and therefore can be for another post :).

The cover was designed by someone on Fiverr. There are many designers on there and would recommend the site. Especially if like me, you have to watch your spending.

What I did find was that you never actually spend £5. For me it was always much more.

I liked this one very much. The hand drawn peacock was something I requested. But I soon came to dislike the font but six years down the line, I have become wiser on what I like and don't like about covers; so that's good.

This cover was designed by someone else on Fiverr. Again, I wanted something a little different to what others had out there, but I never used this. Until now. Thankfully I had this made both for eBook and paperback.

A few years ago, I downloaded templates from Createspace, (now KDP), and I still use those for my paperbacks.

1. I used the 5" x 8".
2. My eBook was in Word. Trying to put it into the template didn't work, it kept numbering each paragraph - stuff of nightmares. I couldn't understand what I was doing wrong and wasted loads of days. And then I had an epiphany! Er, not really. I just remembered Notepad.
3. I copied and pasted it into Notepad where it lost all its formatting. Then copying it from there, I pasted it into the template. It worked.
4.  Now I worked through the document. Inserted the title of the book on the left and right pages and the page numbers centre bottom. Then the main stuff. Went through the chapter heading and the body text etc. Paragraph by painful paragraph.
5. When all done, I logged into KDP, filled in the necessary information and uploaded both the MS as a PDF, and then the cover. Which was already in the PDF format.
6. I ordered a proof copy.
7. The feedback from KDP was that I had insufficient pages of text to suit the spine. Which meant I needed more stories.
8. I looked at the spine, and it was only just okay but I could see that it would benefit from a few more stories. Luckily I had some in published anthologies with other authors. So I added three more.
9. Another PDF done and uploaded. Another proof ordered. This one dearer than the first because of the increased pages.
10. Copy arrived, I went through it again - I'm amazed at how patient us writers are - and then went onto KDP and authorised the book to be available for publication/purchase.

The whole process, from start to finish took around three weeks. I've still to rework the eBook because the collection has extra stories in it.

Hearing back from readers who have really loved the characters, joined them in their adventures etc, is the most wonderful thing for a writer.  I am no different.

LOVE IN LOCK-DOWN

Hugs, touching another's hand whether it be cold, hot or sweaty, a kiss - I'm missing all that I'd taken for granted before. To those in similar situations, please accept a virtual love from me.

So...being of sound mind, I'm writing about my new love.

He's round, cuddly, makes a great noise when I turn him on, and he delivers! :)

If you're thinking what I'm thinking you're thinking...naughty!

It's my ARE2D2. I'm a Star Wars fan. Actually I love most things fantastical. Escapism has worked all my life for me and still does. I got my little fella from John Lewis with a voucher that paid towards half of him. I ordered him while my lovely friend Neill (who does a lot of my book covers for me), was here, (when it comes to trying new kitchen appliances I'm a bit of a chicken). With company to share the 'worry' in case it blew up (ridiculous, yes?!), we did sausages and bacon.

Delicious.

So my air fryer, that's right, it is a strange love, but because I live in a free country I'm allowed, I eat more healthily. I've not used grease at all. It's non-stick and comes clean very easily.

I also love it because it saves electricity by avoiding putting on the oven.The settings allow time and temperature adjustments. I usually start with a low heat setting than is recommended and then check and do for a bit longer.

 Plus there's no spatters to clean up because there's no frying involved.

I chose this model, it was just under £100, because it had a larger bowl than others I looked at. And the cuddly shape of course.

I've cooked breakfast stuff as mentioned in above paragraph, and chips and fish/fish fingers, pies, roasted vegetables, re-heated samosas, pakoras, (which are now delicious compared to the soggy or dried out versions I've had previously using microwave/oven). I've baked bread and cooked a few other items that I can't recall at the moment. This air fryer will also bake cakes but as I'm pre-diabetic I've avoided that for now.

My romance is getting stronger. Although it would be lovely to have a conversation with my ARE2D2, maybe it's better this way as he can't gaslight me. :)

Cheating With Willie

When is a promise really a promise? After all, a lie isn't a lie if you cross you fingers behind your back.

I'm likening this blog post to a white lie, because I agreed to blog every week. Today is the day and I'm short on time; I've not done my 1500 words on the draft novel; my walk was short; had lunch on the hoof; fewer brews; and you can't count telephone calls because they're like alcohol; you either love them or hate them. :)

So instead of a long chat, here's a little, (copy and paste) cheat.

Below is a flash fiction story published in the first Vicious Vignettes. These little stories are challenging, but I love writing them. The Willie Griffin story was so much fun. I love him and he now has a slot in every collection. This tale was reduced from 500 words to just over 200.

I liken these to making a yummy sauce; they get stronger.

Enjoy.

Another Day For Miss Flower

Starting the morning buoyed, holdups along the track, late train, no time to collect a snack, Miss Flower arrived in the school playground and scanned the building. At the last window she spotted the dour Head Teacher staring, glaring through the double glazing before snapping shut the blind.

However, having a good day, the administrative staff are much kinder with, ‘Good morning, Miss Flower. No Willie Griffin again. But Mr Davies is already searching the place.’ Nodding she’d heard them Miss Flower wondered whatever next because Willie’s mother could not be disturbed. Not after the last debacle.

Ready to be welcomed by 2BF with chaos and uproar, she was dumbfounded because they were reading and not clowning. She dumped her bag on top of their still-to-be-marked English Literature exercise books – it was one of the many piles littering the Victorian desk’s restricted surface. Normally stressed by mess, she wasn’t because her Teaching Assistant was returning from sick leave. By the end of the day, the clutter would be no more and there’d be a reprieve.

Hari Kumar spoke, ‘Willie Griffin’s missing, Miss.’

‘He’s in the library. Who wants to go tell Mr Davies?’ Logging into the computer she readies it for registration and hangs up her coat. She turns and smiles.

By the door was grim Mr Davies. ‘I’ve just told the Head,’ he said. ‘Willie Griffin’s jumped. He was at the window ledge, grinning. I lunged and grabbed and missed.’

Strange Seeds

I have a lot of interests including gardening. Since moving here, my seed collection has increased.

When I say my vegetable gardening, I mean, my attempts at it. I feel a real sense of satisfaction when the green foliage unfurls and shows itself. I can almost hear it say, 'hello'. Then, as with children, the hard work begins.

Last year I got patty pan squash seeds. In April, I planted six seeds. First only one came up. Only when I transplanted it to a bigger pot that I found another was showing signs of emerging and so I left it to continue.

Here they are.

Is it just me, or they are not related?

One is of the squash family but the other?

Any ideas welcome.

The Sequel To Seven Stops

This blog is being written specially for those who read my first novel, Seven Stops. My grateful thanks to you for doing so.

I started this for my Masters Degree in 2003, because part of the spec was a 60k word novel in as polished as condition as possible.

After the studying was over and I received my files back, (along with the lovely certificate which hangs on my wall), I read the comments the tutors made on my longest creative piece. Without doing anything with it/them, I continued to look at their notes for years, because I was bringing up kids, had jobs and other general life stuff to do, so the manuscript stayed as it was, stuffed in a drawer.

Finally, with loads of encouragement from friends and the children, the reworking began. I owe so much to their patience. Especially those who read and re-read my work in progress, with the finished piece very different to the original idea. The process from this point to publication, took over seven years. which seemed very appropriate and makes for an excellent talking point!

The artwork was done by my friend Tracy, and the special fonts by another close friend, Neill. I was delighted with both their interpretations of the book's content.

I have attempted writing the sequel Seven Stops many times, but every time, I got stuck. My mind was full of other novels/story ideas that kept driving me, taking precedence, (there's 10 out there on Amazon with a few in paperback, and the 11th, a ghost novel is ready for its synopsis), until, and the way I like to describe it; 'the characters tried getting me to listen to them to give them closure after I finished the book on 'hope', and now they were refusing to speak to me.'

However, it seems, left alone with only the gardening and solitary walks, they've taken pity on me. The result is Secret Steps. I have no idea about the cover but I love the title.

Today, I am almost half way into the first draft. The correct procedure for most of us writers upon finishing the raw piece, is to put it away for a few months and work on another project. My deadline is 20th May 2020 and on that day I aim to do this.

To my wonderful readers, I am forever grateful for your patience and ask for a little longer. I also welcome ideas for a cover because you know how the Seven Stops ended and the minds of the characters: Anna, Phil, Ashleigh and Lynsey Culpepper, Max and Alex Tearle, Meera and Jack Smith, Jay, Faith, Cassie, et al.

On their behalf, thank you :)