Not the photo I was going to post this week, but after a week of dreary grey skies, I reckon we needed some sun.
#2019picoftheweek challenge: Good as Gold
For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia
Not the photo I was going to post this week, but after a week of dreary grey skies, I reckon we needed some sun.
#2019picoftheweek challenge: Good as Gold
For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia
‘Depression,’ the doctor diagnosed. ‘Founded on stress and anxiety.’
I laughed. ‘Nah, I’m not depressed. I’m happy as the sheep in their sun-drenched enclosure—just as long as I don’t open that gate.’
‘Well, there you are,’ said the doctor to me. ‘You can’t stay in the enclosure; you’ve a life to be led.’
Her words rumbled around, dark and threatening as midnight thunder. A life to be led.
Nah, no way. No high-talking herdsman is leading me.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #13
Words: 78
Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN
Here’s how it works:
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE
Here are some suggestions:
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
If you tag it #CCC others should be able to find it by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.
Details of the photo are given, if relevant, below this line
Ouch!’ Laurie yelped and sucked her finger.
‘Wuzz! That don’t hurt,’ said her sister Louisa.
‘Yea? You try stabbing your pinky on a vicious thorn bush.’
‘Well, it serves you, don’t it. Wool-gathering while gathering wool.’
For those not country-bred, when the weather warms before the sheep are shorn, to relieve the heat and the itch, the sheep will rub up against anything rough. In days of yore the local children collected those tiny tassels of wool, gather enough and it might earn them some money.
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: 36 words.

Robert stood back, his job for this morning done, and watched as a doorman materialised to hold open the door. Anxious now … Tessa was new to the business, would she stumble? Embarrassed, would she look to him?
Come on, my girl, you can do it. Stop there, you’ve hit the mark.
Part in, part out of the canopy’s shade, the low sun showed her black locks to perfection. He’d been up since dawn, washing, oiling, grooming that hair.
But look at her. Isn’t she something!
She posed for the cameras. Nothing forced, no pulled-in belly, no pushed-out chest; not like those Hollywood bitches. She pulled her head up, a sleek line from her black nose through her throat to her chest.
Robert smiled to himself. She was his bitch. Contessa, the new Lassie. And though movies were a bitch of a business, together they’d nail it.
Written for What Pegman Saw.
Wordcount 147

At the last update, I reported this (Book One) had now received what I thought was the last of its edits. Ha! Who forgot about the line-edit? Me. But that now is done.
And so, with The Spinner’s Child retitled and locked down, now’s the moment of the big reveal.
I can praise Lauren for so many things: she’s great as a beta reader and critique partner, and has become a good friend. But words escape me when it comes to her book covers. This first was by way of sample. And she nailed it in one. But I needed five covers, and they needed to show these five books were part of a series. Could she deliver? She did.
While Lauren can still be found at Under One Cloud, she has now launched her own blog, with her second post due to publish today; check her out at LaurenWillmore.com
And now for the next reveal.
This second book in the (retitled) The Spinner’s Game series has now received its last few tweaks and, as with Book One, has enjoyed a deep line-edit.
And so, with the book now retitled Lake of Dreams and locked down, here comes another big reveal.
I have two beta-readers yet to return their comments on the last part of this book (part 5 of 5) and I’m hoping to receive them shortly. Then, as with the previous books, I’ll let that stand for a while, while I ready Book Four for the next round of beta-reading.
So far, this back-burner technique has worked out well. It allows time for the betas’ comments to percolate and where revisions are needed, for those to take form in my mind. On return to the book, the rewrite tends to roll along. With the revision/rewrite complete I shall put that book out for a final beta-read.
By slow steps do we progress.
I’ve not had much chance to work on this further since the last update, and I’m itching to get on with it.
To recap, I have double-checked the details, the astronomy, the continuity, and replaced hastily deleted scenes, deleted extraneous words, changed imperfect to perfect wherever possible. I have checked every scene serves a purpose and drives the plot on (though doubtless the beta-readers will still pick me up on something). Also, I have applied Jessica Brody’s Save the Cat! Writes a Novel structure (yep, all measures up).
I now have loads of notes that need processing, some small, some tiny, and a few that are .. big. All of which ought to keep me occupied for the next month or so.
The next e-book update … Sunday 3rd March.
Living beside the sea with its salt-laden air, on those rare occasions when snow and ice deign to grace us with their whiteness, it tends to be sparse and not last much beyond dawn. How then to find a photo for #2019picoftheweek challenge: Frozen?
Two winters back, the day being bright and the camera new, I caught the bus inland to Acle, thence a walk through to the riverside village of Upton, in the hopes of finding something snap-worthy at this barren season. Lo!
For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia
I cannot see, the world turned white
A fog descended in the night
Which frost’s cold fingers sealed in place
Where’s the sun, its pleasant face?
Lost behind it.
O, Sun, please push a way through it
Disperse it, dispel it
Whisper to us with summery breezes
Your blissful warmth, please, to ease us.
Written in response to what faced me when I opened the curtains yesterday morning — and I hadn’t the wits to grab my camera, and so a pixabay image heads it.
Alas, poor Percy, set his sights on the Upper Echelon.
Ended his days as a lowly bearer of a lichen-encrusted escutcheon.
Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN
Here’s how it works:
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE
Here are some suggestions:
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
If you tag it #CCC others should be able to find it by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.
Details of the photo are given, if relevant, below this line
Two (almost identical) bulls stand guard on the entrance to Blickling Hall, (Nr Aylsham, Norfolk), both hold a shield to display the family’s heraldic devices. The family? The Boleyns. Though the present hall was built by a later incumbent. See my post By Blickling