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Book done, dusting next

Book done, dusting next
Well, it’s finished. Except it is not. I am talking about ‘The Saddling’, the new novel I have been bleating on about all this time. Bleating being appropriate as it is set on the Romney Marshes, where there are a lot of sheep. This means I can now turn my attention to the backlog of housework, and take some time away from the desk to concentrate on what normal people do during the day, whatever that is. It also means that I can share the front cover with you. This is now agreed, apart from the font used for my name, the editor/publisher thinks a serif font would be better and Diogo in Portugal will change that while he also works on the back cover – not yet competed. But, before I show you the cover, I have a few other Symi related images to show you. Life is not, after all, all about me and my typing. Or so I’ve heard.

Symi Greece
Waiting for the Friday ferry

Sunday dawned bright and cold-ish. The wind has moved to come from the north and so it’s going to be colder. The barge has been busy over at the new jetty, where there’s been a drill hammering away and lots of building activity going on.

Symi Greece
The barge, out at sea. (Relaying its anchor?)

We were out on Friday night, a dinner at Giorgio’s with its winter-time atmosphere and ‘What do you want for dinner?’ kind of menu. There were some children out and about, dressed in fancy dress in a rehearsal for carnival, which will be on us soon. It’s ‘meat eating Thursday’ next week, I am told,’ the day for barbeques. Saturday was also a lovely day with a beer stop after shopping, impromptu, I should add. And Sunday was all about finishing the draft (seven) and sending it off to the editor/publisher so they can check it and lay it out. We’re hoping the book will be available towards the end of April. I will let you know.

Symi Greece
A military helicopter comes in and out from time to time.

So, another photo and then the front cover.

Symi Greece
Winter sunrise

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The Saddling
The Saddling – front cover design

Symi photos: Haralambos name day

Symi photos: Haralambos name day
We’re just back from church as Friday was the name day of Saint Haralambos and Harry (real name Χαράλαμπος ) is our Godson. For more information about this Greek Saint (Χαράλαμπος, not Harry) , see this page at http://www.orthodoxchristian.info As you can see, the name is also spelt Charalambos and that’s because of the pronunciation of the Greek letter Χ , Άγιος Χαράλαμπος is the name in Greek. (And it’s pronounced, HarAlambos, with accent on the second A.)

Haralambos name day
Άγιος Χαράλαμπος

Friday was a sunny morning so the light was streaming in through the incense. The army and other officials were represented as usual, the icon was paraded and Harry carried one of them, and there were coffee and cakes afterwards, including Jenine’s homemade cupcakes. There were also two surprise visitors from Scotland which made the morning even more special. I was going to stay in tonight, but suddenly we are all going to Giorgio’s – can’t wait! Enjoy the photos, I expect there will be more next week.

Symi photos: Haralambos name day
Divine light?
Symi photos: Haralambos name day
In church
Symi photos: Haralambos name day
In church
Symi photos: Haralambos name day
In church
Symi photos: Haralambos name day
Church bread
Symi photos: Haralambos name day
In church
Symi photos: Haralambos name day
Parading the Icon
Symi photos: Haralambos name day
Part of the service is held outside while parading the Icon
Symi photos: Haralambos name day
During the parading of the icon
Symi photos: Haralambos name day
Church bread waiting to be blessed
Symi photos: Haralambos name day
Incense
Symi photos: Haralambos name day
Church doors
Symi photos: Haralambos name day
Coffee afterwards

 

Sunny Symi

Sunny Symi, general chat
A mixed blog today – a couple of frustrations and some good weather. The rain has gone (for now at least), and the sun is out, it’s warmer than recently and calm. I’ve been watching small boats (boats, note – I hit that O key with a vengeance today, like it was the entire yUK government) going about their business in the bay below. Fishing boats coming back after an early morning start, some others whose business it is not mine to know, but no big boats as it’s Thursday as I write. We only have the Friday to Monday catamarans, and the two Blue Star visits each day at the moment.

Sunny Symi
Off into the sun…

The frustrations? Well, one is my back which has decided to go wrong. Too much sitting at the desk, I fear. It’s fine when I am sitting down but moving around, carrying things and bending awkwardly feels like someone has come up behind and thumped me in the sides. I am tracking down a fixer in Rhodes, a fixer being an osteopath or similar, and I may have to go and make a call next week. Meanwhile, it’s a good excuse not to do anything. Mind you, I’ve just done several hours of typing, been to the shops, done some washing, fed the cat, made the dinner and am about to go for a walk so it can’t be that bad. Stop moaning and get over it! That’s my motto; good old British stiff upper lip eh? Well, not so much ‘Good old Britain’ anymore – and don’t get me started on that. I’m just very glad I don’t live there, that’s all I can say. (I don’t mean my friends or the countrywide or the majority of people, I am talking about the Alt Government you have, and the other right wing elements.)

Sunny Symi
More reflections for Jenni

To calm the blood, I’ve been looking at holidays in Ireland for next year. Visit the Titanic exhibition and Neil’s mother’s birthplace in Belfast (not historically related), take a train across country, maybe stay in the countryside for a couple of days, check out the west coast, see if there’s a village that’s like Symi in case Greeks kick out the Brits because the Brit-Gov is turning into a Trump… You know the kind of thing. But the other frustration? It’s one of those computer ones.

Sunny Symi
Remains of an old bread over in a garden wall

I have installed a programme called Grammarly to help me with my hideous typing, spelling, grammar and punctuation skills, or lack of. It works just fine, and I’ve even run this post through it to tidy it up a bit. The downer is that it has made my version of Word revert to US spelling when I paste in from another document. This happened before and I got rid of the problem, but I can’t remember how. I’ve asked the company who made the handy programme what to do about it but meanwhile, I go to check things and suddenly the language bar shows US spelling. I want as little to do with the US at the moment as I do with the yUK so I won’t be standing for that, thank you very much. I’ve changed my settings in the programme to only check yUK spelling, and it still does it. It’s a deeper problem. Anyway… On to the walking part of the day now that the sun is out. Proofing the last 30 chapters of the book can wait but, on that note, the cover designer has done me a second draft which we are just tidying up, and soon you will be able to see it. I bet you can’t wait.

Enough of my blather for now, I’m off into the sunshine while we have it.

Sunny Symi
A Symi road in winter

The Saddling, an update

The Saddling, an update
I rather wore out all of my weekly words and humour allowance on yesterday’s post so I am running on fumes today, Wednesday, as I look out on a grey and wet day. We’ve had thunder since the early hours (I was up at 5.30 wondering if I should unplug everything) and some heavy rain, which is much needed. The air temperature has warmed to the extent that I can take my socks off while watching the box in the evening. The fire is still on, as are the blanket and layers, but at least the feet are warm. My view today (yesterday) was pretty much like this all day:

The Saddling, an update
Misty, drizzly, thunder, rain, a day for staying inside

Despite the weather interrupting plans (this was to be the week I started on daily walks again) I am quite ‘up’ today – the day after Tuesday. And that’s because I have had some more book cover ideas from my designer. I really want to share them with you but will wait for the agreed final before doing that. They won’t mean much without you knowing what the story is and the back cover is not done yet. Mind you, a book cover should make you want to read the book even if you don’t know the author or the title. My designer, who is in Portugal (isn’t the internet a wonderful thing?) has been very quick and patient with me and will probably have another version back at me in a day or so, so you shouldn’t have to wait long.

The Saddling, an update
Pups on patrol

‘The Saddling’, the next book as I am sure you are bored to distraction by hearing, has been read by only four and a half people so far. The half is because Gwenda is still reading it (hello!) and one of the four is me. So far, and I am not trying to influence Gwenda here, the feedback is that it is the best yet. Mysterious and even creepy in places, dark with a poignant theme, readable, a good handle on dialect, and ultimately makes you think ‘What would I do?’ All of which was good to hear. There were also comments about one particular character with a 50/50 split among the four on the use of said character (again, not wanting to influence Gwenda I won’t say which one) and so I have made some adjustments there as some of the points I did agree with. I’ll leave you today with the current draft of the ‘back blurb’, the text on the back cover of the book, to give you a flavour of how things are coming along.

The Saddling, an update
Harbour reflections

“Their faith was stronger than his reason.”

Tom Carey will inherit his aunt’s fortune only if he unlocks a one-hundred-year-old family mystery. The solution lies in a village on the Romney Marshes which lives willingly under an ancient Lore.

The village is preparing for its ten-year festival but Tom has no idea how deadly his part in that festival will be. Meeting the ethereal Daniel and the earthy, reliable Barry, a gradual realisation of who he is forces Tom to confront a secret of his own.

The villagers set in motion a string of calculated events that will ensure that this will be the last ever ‘Saddling’ and Tom finds himself the unwitting hero in a struggle between superstition and sense, denial and love, with no escape from either.

“Meticulously imagined in the eerie mists of Romney Marsh. A wonderfully evocative landscape of mystery.” Ann Butler Rowlands (Author of ‘Heaven’)

Praise for James Collins:
“Comparable with the best of Stephen King.” Charles Allenden
“Very gripping, imaginative read.” Amazon
“He has mastered that technique of forcing you to start the next chapter as you really care what happens to these people.” Derek Stephen
“A real page turner and kept me guessing right to the end.” David Hendry

The Saddling, an update
A bit moody on Symi

On typing and typos

On typing and typos
Sorry about yesterday’s bat trip (sic). I have this thing about typing, you see. I do it too fast and, even though I read things back a few times, I still miss the obvious when I have written it myself. I expect that’s a common thing among anyone who writes, hence the need for proof readers. I can’t afford one of them for this blog though so, unless it’s a really naughty one, we will just have to excuse them. At least I will. I do wonder, though, what else I have typed incorrectly and not noticed? I wonder if I have ever talked about my bog instead of my blog, or said that a shop or website is easy to sue rather than use? I do hope so.

On typing and typos
We all know what that’s doing

Another reason for odd words at the moment (apart from typing at 100 words per minute (no honestly) but only getting about 80% of those words correct and then having to edit at 3 words per minute) is my O. I am waiting for a new keyboard as this one is fair bashed to death. The comma sticks sometimes so I end up with ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and there are a few other keys, including the O, that need to be poked hard to get them to do what they should do. I just imagine my O is Nigel Farage (see photo, above) and I am poking him in the eye. OOOOOOOOOO

On typing and typos
Take a photo of me like that again and you’re dead.

I enjoyed that. The new keyboard should be here soon. I ordered it from Germany. Believe it or not, that’s cheaper than going to Rhodes for a new one. They are probably only €30.00 in Rhodes (I have a particular, rather costly, keyboard that I have always used so I like to get the same again) but when you add on the cost of the bats (boats), the taxi, if needed, the lunch, always needed, the afternoon drink or two, a must-have, and the impromptu spending, it does work out cheaper to order in. I looked on Amazon and eBay.co.yUK. but Amazon won’t deliver such things to Greece and eBay didn’t have what I wanted. So, I was very brave and ordered one from Germany, via eBay.de This meant translating every page in an online translator and working out what a Bundespräsidentenstichwahlwiederholungsverschiebung was. But I got there in the end and so I await the new keyboard.

Mind you, if I can type Bundespräsidentenstichwahlwiederholungsverschiebung without a mistake then I’m not doing too badly.

On typing and typos
A pleasant view taken n a Monday walk

BTW: I took that word from a website where it was described thus: “deferral of the second iteration of the federal presidential run-off election” so it’s not a word or set of them that I will ever use again.