I was wandering through Substack this morning and not enjoying it at all. Far too much about the nonsense in the US. Far far too much politics for my liking. I want to escape from the bullshit not have it hit me in the face constantly. It's not that I don't care, it's that I … Continue reading And on we go …
books
Maybe 2k, maybe more.
In an effort to not think about the new normal I have jumped into writing [Echo Mike Papa]. It was not my intention to start another story while [Foxtrot Foxtrot Sierra] is with my editor. But I did. I did and it's fun. It's escapism. In a few weeks My Knight will be home and … Continue reading Maybe 2k, maybe more.
And then …
The last two days were spent revising my teaching textbook and the workbook that goes with the crime writing course I teach. A minimum of 16 hours went into doing that. Everything is shiny and new. New formatting, new covers, new titles, new ISBNs, revamped content, and some new content.I have ordered myself a copy … Continue reading And then …
This will never do.
Yesterday I got through a bunch of edits and suggestions from Margot Kinberg (my much trusted friend). [Foxtrot Foxtrot Sierra] is all the better for it. One of the changes was allowing Nana her voice. Every now and then there are third POV chapters in this series, usually when I don't want to share too … Continue reading This will never do.
Home again.
Right, so, here's the thing. I rushed down to Blenheim on Tuesday morning because Superman was discovered unconscious at home (on Moetapu Bay Road in Mahau Sound) not fun for anyone! It took the fire brigade and ambulance to get him out because the driveway is too difficult for ambulances when the ground is sodden. … Continue reading Home again.
The end is looming.
Nothing to do with the wars. At all. Except that I might've called it again. Oops. Never mind, that's how we roll. I know things and I hope they don't eventuate. (Also, I literally have a pantry full of canned food and so forth. 16 can's of baked beans doesn't look so obsessive now, does … Continue reading The end is looming.
Every Beat of My Heart.
That's right, the Rod Stewart song is today's blog title. Why? Because I like the song. Also, because it's the title of the first story in Cachebyte. Words have been elusive since I arrived home from Mahau Sound. [FFS] isn't moving along as fast as it did while I was away. It's annoying me. (Of … Continue reading Every Beat of My Heart.
Hey ho silver lining.
I've been writing quite a bit lately. [FFS] is coming along nicely. I had to go back and write three new chapters in the beginning to satisfy my gut feeling that it didn't start early enough and add a few other things that I knew I needed to mention, early. I did that. It works … Continue reading Hey ho silver lining.
Smoke alarms and random thoughts
It's one of those weird days. Kind of disjointed. Not sure why but every now and then days like that appear. This morning I was writing chapter summaries to try and see something I thought I would find in [Foxtrot Foxtrot Sierra], I sort of found what I was looking for ... turns out my … Continue reading Smoke alarms and random thoughts
Autumn has arrived.
This morning is a clear blue sky autumn day. The kind I love. Crisp and beautiful. I'm sitting having a coffee with a Birman in my lap. She's making typing difficult and she doesn't care. There are worse problems to have. Last night was spent with friends. Laughing. Drinking a little bit. Eating delicious corned … Continue reading Autumn has arrived.
Cat Connor 