This weather sucks. I mean. Come on: British summer = rain and wind. I had to put a fleece on yesterday. And this morning we were thinking of walking over the way to the local car boot, but apart from a few hardy souls with wet tat, windly distributed all over the field, it’s not going to be worth the effort. Typical. Anyhow, I’m going to be too busy lavishing myself with after sun to find time for anything else. I don’t want to peel before I get my cossy on in France next week.
Notwithstanding the turn in the weather, it’s been a couple of days of decompression. We saw Bex off to the airport (again) on Thursday so she could fly up to Scotland for a friend’s wedding. Steven, who has been in Prague with his best man, flew into Edinburgh to meet her. They’re catching the train tonight, are in London to pick up their Korean visas, and are meeting us in Penkridge tomorrow. We have a couple of days with them before they fly out for their new adventure in Seoul and then we’re off on the continent for 3.5 weeks, via Mum and Dad’s and R&C’s for a sleep over. All of the latter in Doris. She has been packed, spruced and is ready to go! How exciting is that?
Books are selling. Not at a rapid rate, but enough to see me over. Yesterday three copies of For Good Men To Do Nothing and one of The Innocence of Trust flew off the shelves. I have three marketing prospects running, more of which later, and a fourth ‘big idea’ which may start to kick in in the middle of next month. And I still have this director friend of a friend who has Unsuspecting Hero’s screenplay in her mitts. The law of averages means that nothing will come of it – but you have to press on. I have also put For Good Men To Do Nothing into Amazon’s UK Storyteller 2018 competition. It’s for self-published books put out there in the first half of 2018. I think there’s some crowd-funding algorithm that helps the judges complete a shortlist, so if you haven’t bought a copy yet – or, if you’ve finished the book and not written a review – then please, please do. Reviews are the life-blood of self-published authors. So take a few minutes today and pen something. Please. And, for the record, I’ve still not spent any cash marketing the series.
I have already updated FGMTDN‘s script once. There were a couple of typesetting issues that have popped up in the Kindle version and I had to put those straight. Which leads me onto typesetting. It’s a nightmare. The problem is embedded formatting transferring between GoogleDocs (where I currently write the original) and Word, where I do the editing. Things happen in the e-subtext of the scirpt which means that when you publish, which inacts a further layer of formatting, things can go crazy. And at the end of a long journey, it’s a struggle. Never mind, I do get paid famously for my troubles… (please write a review!).
Well that’s me. I could finish with a few words about His Donaldness blatantly lying to the American public about how the latest quarter of US growth broke 4%, something Obama never achieved. Actually during the 16 quarters of Obama’s presidency US growth broke 4% five times. And, Your Orangeness, according to the experts, yours has only popped up this time as overseas companies buy US goods to beat the imposition of tariffs. It won’t last.
We bring our children up not to lie. And as a schoolteacher, and C an ex-housemistress, we are unforgiving on kids who don’t tell the truth. And yet, here we are at the front edge of a bright new dawn where mankind is making real progress in health, energy, science, engineering and cycling (well done Geraint Thomas), we have the so-called leader of the free world lying consistently and openly for his own gains.
Sorry, America. But no matter what your politics are, you really shouldn’t condone that.