My views on writing.

Morning all


 I will add this later today when time allows. keep watching keep waiting.


Wednesday on a cloudy day in England, The sun is struggling to burn through the crud and i sit here contemplating what to put into this blog.  is this the basis of my writing for the day? Am i to be denied access to the inner workings of my mind? Will Bayles and the others collude and deny me what i desire most and that is access to their warped and twisted minds?

 Too many questions for the beginning of a new day so lets examine what i have achieved this week and what i have fallen down on. My continuing annoyance with my city council continues with a private campaign directed tat the stupidity of a few narrow minded employees of that said council. As some of you will know i have had tee shirts printed which i wear around town decrying the fact that my book (Here's the plug) Dead Men Lie was banned for the ridiculous reason that it might offend those women abused by men. Now while i have every sympathy for their plight even they will admit that their tribulations should be examined and confronted and any book be it fiction or fact which does this should be applauded. Nor is my book written in modern times but 300 years ago when attitudes were far different. The other question that i would ask is has any reader of this tome been offended by any part of the story? I doubt it, in fact one reader actually said to me on Monday that she could empathise with Abigail s plight and knew exactly what i was attempting to portray. So i will continue to decry those involved until their decision is reversed until then thanks for the added publicity.

As i said this week has been one of many trials and tribulations. Not all connected to writing but they have contributed in their own way to deny me the time in need to write. My daughter is on holiday and she and my darling grand daughter expect gandah to drop what he is doing and spend time playing camps and pepper pig and all manner of childish games. For those of similar years as i and in a similar situation you have to admit such games are fun and so enjoyable when a three year old dissolves into hysterical laughter mainly at my expense. As an after thought her favourite game this week was to tip sand down my back as i was laying a new drive great fun and reminiscent of how i remember sand getting everywhere when i was a child.

That is my week, hardly any writing, busy with grand daughter and repairing the drive, distributing books to those who desire to read Dead Men Lie and annoying the council. Oh yes and one last thing i do every morning is to check the web site. here i see the results of all our efforts. Every day more and more people find us, this morning a new viewer appeared from Belarus. Welcome whoever you are. I do so enjoy discovering where in the world the word of our story has got to The usual places appear and i thank them for their continued loyalty England, Canada, USA, Ireland and Holland are always in the top three or four its the obscure places that amaze me, but i suppose that is the power of the internet. The positive side of what can be achieved as opposed to the hurt and depravity that is to be found.

The sun is now up, daylight has taken over and a new day begins. Gone it seems is the heat of previous weeks and we approach Autumn with frightening speed. On the plot the soft fruit is now in jars lovingly prepared as jams for the winter months, lashings of raspberry and apple conserve spread thickly upon hot buttered toast. The last soft fruit to come are the blackberries and already they are ripening well. The vegetables are cropping well apart from the runner beans which don't seem to be setting that well could it i wonder be the heat? Does this matter to much as everything else has filled the freezers nicely so long as the electricity doesn't fail we are well set for winter the first of the coal has arrived and the logs are on order. All we ware waiting on now is the first snow and the year will be at an end another year gone another book almost ready and Christmas fairs to look forward to.

 Hope this hasn't been too boring but i did say right at the beginning i was at a loss as to what i should write. I will close now and return to Stormouth where The Chamberlin is faced with too many dilemmas. I will reveal his identity and what he is about but i fear the book will not be available for Christmas too much to do and the editor hasn't spoken about the myriad of mistakes as yet. The Smugglers Song (yes i think that sounds good) should be ready come summer next year but we will have to wait and see.

For now have a great day enjoy whatever is offered and do please stop by again to see if i have thrown off the cloak of not desperation (not yet anyway) but certainly frustration.


Dave