Demanding Printers

The story for Café ThreeZero is finished. For now! I'm waiting now for peer reviews on it and will no doubt need to make further changes following their critiques, but at least I have something to work on now.
I bravely tackled the job of printing the second book of the trilogy yesterday. Our printer is like a bottomless pit, constantly needing to be fed with something. Yesterday was no different. It printed one page of one hundred and twenty five, then stopped, demanding replacement of the small black ink cartridge. This I duly did. Then it demanded replacement of the large black ink cartridge. I didn't have a spare, so cue a speedy trip to PC World. Odd how the traffic lights are always against you when you're in a rush! The printer was finally satisfied that all its needs had been met and got on with the job, which means today I can begin ploughing through 'Billy and the North Oakian Alliance' with my red pen, striking at any anomalies or clumsy narrative. Not my favourite aspect of writing, but it must be done.
In the meantime, for a little light relief, take a look at Coca Cola's advert on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auNSrt-QOhw
If it can make me smile when I've got so much editing to do it's got to be special!

Today's Update (because I can't think of a title!)

When I left the house this morning I was stunned to see a large, orange ball of fire in the sky. After a few seconds I remembered that this was the sun and emerged, rather shakily, from my shelter down the side of the house. The summer has been a rather reluctant performer here so far this year, so it's perhaps understandable that pale, waterlogged Brits have stepped out uncertainly today, shielding their eyes against the unfamiliar sun. Still, we're told it won't last. The deluge is set to continue tomorrow and Friday.
And now to work. I finished the first draft of my story for the next Café ThreeZero collection yesterday so today I plan to do some pruning of the story, as it's rather too long as it stands. I have a few ideas for further stories for 'The QT Anthology, Unseen Stories', plus I have further editing work to do on the second of the Boldre Wood Trilogy. I think the CTZ story will take priority, simply because it's closest to completion!

Good luck and best wishes to everyone currently battling the flood water. Fingers crossed that the next two days are drier than predicted.

Knitting Art

The wise one's boss (Mum), has always been a skilled knitter. I still harbour fond memories of favourite jumpers lovingly crafted by her needles. We wore them almost to the point of destruction. She's also pretty nifty with a crochet hook. One of her colourful crocheted blankets lives in our airing cupboard, ready to spring into comforting action whenever one of us is poorly. A snuggle in that blanket almost feels like she's giving us a hug, even though she lives some distance away.
But I suspect even she might draw the line at some of the creations on display in the Telegraph gallery today. Polish artist Olek takes crochet to a whole new level, knitting garments for statues, vehicles and even an entire house. I'm not entirely sure why.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/culturepicturegalleries/9324223/Crochet-Olek-artist-covers-objects-and-people-in-wool.html?frame=2244892
It's all clever stuff, but I reckon she could learn a thing or two about design from the wise one's boss.

Oh no! I'm a Grown-up!

I'm in a really bad mood. I started out okay, fairly even, ticking along quite happily, but then I found the article on the Telegraph website about the fifty signs that you're a grown up. I read it, feeling fairly confident I'd emerge from it with the confirmation that I still have some way to go.
Damnations! Blast! *@/£$%*^&<*!!! I could tick pretty much all of them! How did this happen? Well, that's it! The laundry will be put away un-ironed, in fact, I won't even put it away! And why, oh why, did I spend all that time tidying the garden at the weekend? And what was I thinking when I organised my desk - it's so orderly I can find everything I want!
Still, I can't change a wheel. I understand the principle, but the only time I did it, the wheel nearly fell off when I drove down the road, earning me a very stern ticking off by the wise one. I resolved back then to keep away from jacks and wheel nuts for good.
Oh, and I've never held a dinner party - I can't think why anyone would. And I'm pretty sure the wise one's boss would never be so desperate as to require my advice! So that's three I can't tick. Hurrah! I'm still a partial youth!
Here's the link so you can see how you're doing. If you'll take my advice, you might want to fib a little!
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/9319106/The-50-signs-you-are-a-grown-up.html

QT Anthologies

The second of the QT Anthologies is nearly ready. I don't know how, but I had miscounted the number of stories already in the collection. I added another story thinking that I would now be over the dreaded thirteen, only to find I only had twelve! Maths was never my strong point.
I found a story I had set aside for the collection some time ago but forgot about, so now I'm back to thirteen - it's like Groundhog Day! One more story and I'll be ready to prepare the collection for publication.
Hopefully it should be complete sometime this month - inspiration for that vital fourteenth story permitting!
Meanwhile, I'm trying to finish my story for the next Café ThreeZero collection. It's not going well. The idea is sound, but my execution of it has become rather rambling. I shall have to start again, whittling down the waffle! Sadly that is actually easier to say than do!
Further updates on the anthology to follow.

Fields of Gold

I've been absent from the blog for a few days, but I have a list of excuses! Firstly, I'm still getting to grips with Blogger's new user interface - I found the old one much more user friendly, probably because I was used to it (which won't mean a thing if you don't blog, but trust me, behind the curtains things have changed!). Secondly, I was a bit distracted by all the pageantry of the Jubilee Weekend. Thirdly, that certain rather special someone is briefly at home, so I've been making the most of some precious time with her.
Anyway, excuses out of the way, I'm almost back to normal now. More editing, more writing, more searching for funny, odd or frankly weird news stories.
One story that caught my attention is about the UK's rapeseed fields. Following a big increase in demand, not to mention price, British farmers have been growing more and more rapeseed. It's pretty enough, though I personally find the smell overpowering, and now it's attracting interest from our foreign visitors. So much so, in fact, that a Japanese company is now arranging special tours of the rapeseed fields. They've even reached an agreement with one enterprising farmer to take their customers for walks through his crop fields.
http://web.orange.co.uk/article/quirkies/Japanese_tourists_visit_rapeseed_fields
Let's hope the British summer can conjure up a little sunshine for them, because the rapeseed fields are at their most stunning against a blue sky backdrop.

Jubilee Celebrations

It's raining, it's cold, it's gloomy, and it's windy, and yet, in London and across the country, people are celebrating. Faces are painted, ornate cakes lovingly crafted, gazebos held in place with house bricks, trestle tables groan beneath the weight of party food, and a grand flotilla of boats of all shapes and sizes are making their way along the River Thames in tribute and celebration of Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth's Diamond Jubilee.
It takes an awful lot more than rotten weather to dampen British spirits.
Congratulations on your Diamond Jubilee Ma-am, and thank you.