Symi 85600

I just went to my Amazon Author page to look at something and noticed that a stray book had slipped in unnoticed. These author pages are where Amazon customers can see an author’s complete listing of publications, so mine has the four Symi books and my thrillers, plus some older things that occasionally make me €0.70 when sold or read in Kindle Unlimited. I know I’ve written a lot in the past few years, but my skills don’t run to German, sadly, and “Zauberberg für Anfänger: Roman” is not by me. Apparently, the title means ‘Magic mountain for beginners’, and after a quick Google translate I learned that the story concerns a man meeting the love of his life on a plane between NY and LA, but then loses ‘the precious side.’ I thank that’s a mistranslation of something vital, I assume he lost her phone number and goes looking for her – you can read for yourself if you read German, and whether you like the book or not, it is not by me.

Nor is a book about learning Greek which has nothing to do with actually learning Greek, but has something to do with America. This was written by another James Collins, and I once got a load of his publicity stuff delivered to Symi by mistake. Not by my mistake, but the publisher’s. I tried to raring to send it back, but no-one was interested.

Anyway, the point of all this was to say I noticed I’d sold a few more copies of Symi 85600, the first of four books about moving to and living on, Symi. The early ones were put out there during the very early days of indie-online publishing (we were are pioneers back then), the second one ‘Carry On…’ comes with photos, the third ‘Village View’ is a diary of a complete year on Symi, 2013, and ‘Stuff and Nonsense’ is a bit more autobiographical and made up of old diaries from early and pre-Symi days, other travel stories and some bits and pieces. Maybe it’s the lockdown, but Symi 85600 remains popular and, it seems, is bringing a little bit of Symi to distant readers who, perhaps, won’t be able to get here this year. If you know of any, send them the link; all my books are available on Amazon in Kindle, print and Kindle Unlimited.

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Slightly wet

Monday was a slightly wet day. We were down in Yialos for a while, and it had already been raining. Luckily, we were able to take a taxi back up the hill, and later, when Neil was at work, we had more rain. No problem there; the courtyard plants enjoyed it despite the watering I had given them earlier, and the only thing we suffered was a drip into the bathroom as we’ve not repainted the roof with that special paint. That’s a job for another day, and it’s only a small drip into what is a wet room, so we’re not too bothered.

Tuesday dawned slightly cloudy but already, by 7.00 as I write this (yesterday), the clouds have cleared. The air is chilly but should warm up later, and apart from the weather report, there’s not a lot else to tell just yet. Oh, we did notice a few more people arriving from Rhodes on the Spanos catamaran the other day, a few with suitcases, but we got the impression these were army recruits or possibly teachers coming to take up their posts, rather than the first signs of tourism. Still, it’s a cautious start and that, I feel, is what’s needed.

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Poco a poco

As you can imagine, the island is still very quiet, but some of the bars are open, as are some of the tavernas. We’ve yet to see many visitors from other islands, presumably, everyone is in the same boat; little spare cash, working where they can, and staying home the rest of the time. The government have released their list of countries from where Greece will accept visitors after specific dates, and according to certain rules, and it’s a start. A cautious start, which is good in one way (not so good for people needing to make money), and it will be monitored. Keep your eye on the reliable news outlets, if there are any left, but expect restrictions such as one week’s quarantine if you test negative on arrival, and two weeks if you test positive. Arrival, so far, is limited to Athens and Thessaloniki, and the government are to pay for the quarantine in hotels. Sounds to me like these first measures may benefit those who come for long periods, have holiday homes or can afford to take several weeks off work for what would end up being a one-week holiday of freedom on a near-deserted beach, with little in the way of day trips. But hey! Early days.

There are still things to see from one’s seat at the village café when having an ice cream in the afternoon. The Tilos Veg Man, for example. He was here the other Friday selling five kilos of potatoes for a few euros, plus hordes of other organic vegetables grown on his land on Tilos, and he is a regular visitor through the better weather months. He’s known locally as ‘The Tilos Veg Man’, and that’s how I’ve always known him. I was on Tilos a few years ago (I was there this time last year, but that’s another story), and while sitting in the square one afternoon, heard his familiar cry of ‘Potatas, kremithia…’ ‘Ah,’ I thought. ‘It’s the Tilos Veg Man. I wonder what they call him here on Tilos?’ Just the veg man, I assume.’ Anyway, it’s good to hear the familiar sound of his voice, and the cries of the pedlars who tour the islands, sleeping in their vans and selling their wares. So, there is some kind of returning normality to be found, but it’s early days. Poco a poco, as they say.

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Symi Sunrise, SNiP and Sunday

Happy new month to you, kalo mina, and all that. We saw a glorious sunrise on Sunday, as you might be able to tell from my phone camera. This was around 5.45, so you have to be up early to get the full benefit. Here on Symi, we also had a visit from the vest who carried out planned cat neutering organised by SNiP with the assistance of the town hall, Symi Animal Welfare, Greek Cat Welfare Society and others. All part of the plan to keep the number of strays down and thus improve the quality of life for street and bin cats.

For my part, I spent Friday wrestling with files and things for a book release. Having changed to a new computer, I discovered that my desktop publishing programme, a thing called InDesign, had a font missing. A simple issue that should have been easy to sort out but wasn’t. Although everything looked fine on my PDF copy of the file that was going to print, when I viewed it on the Amazon viewer after upload, which is where you check the document page by page, I found there were two pages not showing up. They were blank, and there was no reason for this. Long story short… After several hours of messing about, I gave up and went back to my old machine which is now in the other office, and ran the file through that. Ping! I was able to finish the formatting in seconds. I know which PC I’ll be using for layouts from now on.

The book, btw, was number six in The Clearwater Mysteries series of mystery, men and murder in Victorian London (you can add in madmen, mayhem and mates with a touch of feel-good, love, lust and humour). I’m rather stuck on these characters and ongoing sagas right now, and as I mainly write for myself, that’s fine by me. The seventh, which I’m working on now, is a calmer, slower and more ‘cosy’ mystery, and it’s coming along nicely, thank you. Oh, the things we do in lockdown, you say. Well, this is what I do all the time, but staying home as much as possible is an excellent excuse for me to stay home like I usually do, and surface every now and then for an after-work calm down at Rainbow, or wherever.

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Spider season

Another spider invasion yesterday. Woke up at five, padded into the kitchen to put the kettle on only to find it guarded by this hairy, grey thing about two inches long. I didn’t panic, and I didn’t call for Neil who was still asleep, I simply encouraged it to go somewhere else, and it scuttled off beneath the sink. I wouldn’t mind so much, but I had bare feet and had to pass the sink to reach the bathroom. Anyway, that trial over, I made a cup of tea and headed to the living room to check out the balcony. Only to find an even bigger monster wandering across the rug and harbouring up against the skirting board, and this one was at least three inches from toe to toe as it sat there plotting against me. Needless to say, still barefooted, I left him to it, didn’t go onto the balcony but locked myself in my office instead. Neil searched for them later when he got up, but they’ve slunk back to wherever it is they lie in wait. That could be beneath the sofa where I sit most nights, or behind the bedroom wardrobe, who knows? I only hope they finish their vacation soon and head home somewhere else.

Maybe it’s this weird weather that’s brought them out. Over 38 degrees the other day, and now it’s like late October again with a cold breeze and clouds. Still, it will pass, as will the spider season, I hope. Meanwhile, I had a wonderfully unsuccessful trip to Yialos on Wednesday. The reason I went was to check the post office box, and it wasn’t until I was there that I realised I’d left the key at home. Still, I got some photos, as you can see, and had a pleasant walk, topped off by an early morning shopping trip to Sotiris’ supermarket, and then home to write another chapter. Oh, btw, the proof of ‘Artful Deception’ is back, so that new story should be out sometime next week. I’ll keep you informed.

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