Got up, made two cups of tea and drank both while checking my emails and starting to edit a short story. Not sure what time that was, as I put my watch down on Sunday and couldn’t find it. Being purple it’s hard to spot if it’s on my battered kindle, or a discarded jumper.
7.19 Made two cups of tea. Took one in to my husband who was just waking up. Drank the other as I continued editing. Soon Gary joined me in the shared office and started work on more of his amazing 360 images.
9.30 ish Gary brought me a cup of tea, reminded me I had an appointment at 10.06.
10.04 Blood test. Yep, I got in early! Just a routine check thing, and they only took about a spoonful, but look at the impressive size of the dressing! (Sorry about the tea stain)
10.07 Decided to visit all three churches in Lee-on-the-Solent to see how easy it would be to walk in and steal the silver. I was pleased to find them all open, and to all have nice looking crosses, candlesticks, flower arrangements and the like. None of it looked to be made from precious metal, or to have any value other than the spiritual kind, so I left empty handed.
11.30 Home for tea and breakfast.
12.00 Checked my emails again. Still no acceptances or rejections from the magazine editors I regularly submit to. There wasn’t for the whole day, and that’s extremely typical. There were messages from my lovely writing buddies with feedback though, so I continued editing, taking their comments into account, all afternoon – with the odd tea break of course. Again that’s typical, as writing new words is only a small part of a writer’s job, particularly when it comes to novels.
18.00 Cooked dinner, plus some meals to freeze. When I get going on a novel I sometimes have long writing spells, so it’s useful to have something ready prepared. The church visits were research for the first scene in the second book of my Little Mallow cozy crime series and I hope to start writing that fairly soon. Book 1 is almost ready to go out to publishers – part of the editing I worked on was the dreaded synopsis which most publishers ask for. These are HARD as you have a limited word count, often just one page, to explain the plot, mention all the major characters, give the main twists and reveal the ending. Not easy when it took 80,000 words to do that in the book.
20.00 Switched from tea to wine and watched Only Connect, University Challenge and the new Chris Packham documentary. Don’t judge me. Other than a few episodes of SpringWatch, that’s the first TV I’ve watched since the coronation.
I have three stories in the August issue of Take A Break’s Fiction Feast (out now). There’s Ice Cold Revenge, mentioned in my last post, plus On The Bench which is a slightly spooky gardening story and Midsummer Madness which is a relationship tale.
To be accurate, it’s one of my stories mentioned on the front of the August issue of Take A Break’s Fiction Feast, rather than me. I can’t take the credit for those few words, but isn’t the little teaser snippet fun?

Historically a host is a large number of people, or an army. In Christian religion it may be the consecrated bread used to represent the body of Jesus, or the heavenly host may refer to angels or perhaps other bible figures – although the heavenly host can also be used to mean the sun, moon and stars.
A host might be a person who has received a donated organ, or any living organism which carries a parasite or disease. The landlord of a pub, compere of an event, or person who invites others into their home could all be described as hosts.
Well, either I’ve suddenly got taller, or I was standing considerably closer to the camera than Barbara!

I thought you might be interested to know what a typical weekend in a writer’s life is like. I’m not really the best person to tell you, as I don’t have a routine, but here’s what the last two days have been like…
8ish Get home, drink the tea. Spend hours updating all the broken links and other information on the site (please tell me if you spot anything I’ve missed.) Much tea consumed. Also ice cream.
7.00 Almost get swept away by huge tide! (OK, was mildly surprised how fast the tide came in and nearly got one foot a bit damp.)
. Have a tea break. Photograph more roses (see slideshow below). Leave two minutes before the rain starts.









