Since Monday I’ve been working on a new edit. It’s quite a big edit and more than twice as long as these books in this series usually are. In fact, it was more than 4 times as long, but the book has been split into 2 projects. And I’m working on the first this week.
I also have revisions to look at on other books, and a layout to check on the last historical fiction I edited.
So I’ve been a bit tied up doing that.
I’ve been keeping half an eye on the job boards and I saved a few to bid for this morning. Six of them made it through to pitch stage, and those have already gone off.
Yesterday I wrote the walks report, which was more than 300 words this time, and I submitted it to 7 different local newspapers. I think I’m handing this job over in October at the AGM, to someone else who actually attends the walks. I’ve enjoyed doing it, though. It’s exercised my writing muscle most weeks when I’ve been busy editing or proofreading, and it’s kept me in touch with the local newspapers.
I’m ready to start a programme of proper paid writing now, though, and I’m also very busy with the books I’m editing.
In between work I’ve been doing household chores, such as washing and filling/emptying the dishwasher. I don’t think people realise what a chore the dishwasher actually is – you have to fill it, set it, wait for it to finish, empty it, put the crocks away, and then start all over again. Very chore-like.
This morning as well I’ve had to snip away at some of the jungle beneath the washing line, so I can hang washing out. So now I can add gardening to my list of chores. 😉
And yesterday I had to get my own tea! How shocking is that? He’s abandoning me again tomorrow so I’ll have to get my own tea then too.
Here, then, are a few more pictures from Sprotbrough Flash last week to keep you entertained.
On Thursday evening the weather was so nice the poet decided we were going to spend it out. So we packed a picnic and drove over to Sprotbrough Flash near Doncaster. We had a lovely walk along the canal and then the river to the A1(M) and back. The dog chewed through his lead (leash) – that’s another “indestructible” lead – while we ate our picnic, so we had to do a quick repair. But apart from that we had a lovely evening.
On the way home we caught sight of a swan family we’ve been watching on a lake near home. So we pulled up to take a closer look.
Everybody say ahhh …
Friday was very busy. I shifted 3 jobs totalling 404 pages, and the pile went down considerably. But I was tired by the end of the day.
I’d forgotten we were going to Sheffield Friday night to see one of our friends in his band, The Strikes, and one of the poet’s band mate’s sons in his band, Bang Bang Romeo. We drove to Meadowhall and caught the train in. The venue, Maida Vale, was very new. When the bands arrived at teatime, they were still unpacking it. But it was a successful opening night and we came away having thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
The poet was supposed to be going fishing on Saturday but it was cancelled. We nipped out for some breakfast and noticed they were having a 1980s concert at Nostell Priorylater, near Wakefield. Tickets were still available on the door, so we went and did what we had to, walked the dog around Howell Wood, and then spent a beautiful evening in beautiful surroundings, being taken right back to the 80s.
We saw Doctor and the Medics, T’Pau, Go West, Heaven 17, Jason Donavon, Heather Small and UB40. And all in a very civilised manner too, with yet another picnic.
We got back home in time to watch the England football game, then it was off to bed for an earlyish start the next day … only we slept in.
It was father’s day, so we went to see my parents first and dropped in to the poet’s parents on the way back where he also had chance to catch up with his daughter and grandaughter, and he had a nice chat with son no 2 on the way.
Unfortunately we got back too late to do anything else, so we slobbed on the settee in front of a couple of films (The Deadly Game,but with a different title on IMDB, and The Wolverine), and had an early night.
This week I’m very busy again. I have a brand new edit in that’s going to take the whole week. So that’s all from me for now.
Friday was Good Friday and off we tootled to the Pocklington Canal in Bielby for a nice walk. The weather was kind to us, it was an easy walk to help break in my new walking boots, and I’ve shared some of the photographs at the bottom of today’s post.
On Saturday we were supposed to be doing the garden – cutting the grass, raking the leaves, creating a couple of borders, etc – but we went for a drive instead and stumbled upon Wentworth Lakes in Greasbrough, Rotherham. This is a private fishery belonging to the old Wentworth/Fitzwilliam estate, but it also makes for pleasant walking and joins the Trans Pennine Trail. We didn’t take any pictures because we needed to be back, but we will go again, probably for a longer walk as the poet doubts he’ll buy a fishing pass there.
Saturday night the poet had a gig over in Doncaster, and he needed to get off early to help set up. I drove over a couple of hours later (we don’t like to leave the animals for hours and hours on their own), and we had a very nice evening. The band, Monkey Dust, played well, the sound was good, the crowd were friendly.
We didn’t go out anywhere on Sunday because there was another afternoon gig over at one of the best venues I’ve ever been to – Upton Rugby Club (ARLFC) near Pontefract. It wasn’t due to start until 4pm but the band needed to be there by 2pm, so it cut the day in half a bit. They’re a fantastic crowd at that club, though, and we all really enjoyed it. Even the gig buddy and her hubby joined us, who had planned to leave after the first set but stayed until the end anyway.
Back home for a swift tea, shower and change, and then it was off to see my old friends Infinity, who were down from the North East, play in Barnsley. We’d missed the first song or two, but the rest of the first set was great. So we were really surprised to learn that the lead singer had fallen swiftly very poorly and had spent the whole of the interval with his head in a bucket. Ian (the poet) had been drinking since 2pm and was quite tired after two gigs of his own, so when the guitarist said they might need him, we both thought he was joking … but he wasn’t.
They had 3 choices: pull the rest of the gig; muddle through between them without a lead singer; or jam with their friend, a fellow “chanter”, from the audience. They did a couple on their own and then chose the latter. And while the poet was very nervous (he hardly knows any of their songs), he got up and joined them anyway, and they managed to do more than an hour for the second set.
The club gave them a great reception, Barnsley East Dene is such a lovely club anyway, and we tootled back to West Yorkshire while the band tried to head back to the North – but I understand there was a nasty accident, a head-on collision, on the motorway, and they were stuck in the van, and with a very sick singer, for many hours more. They had a rubbish night, but hopefully we eased things a little for them, and we hope Trevor feels better very soon (he was still feeling quite rough yesterday, apparently, poor thing).
On Monday we were both very tired and we decided on a shorter walk. We went to Sprotbrough in Doncaster for lunch, and then walked around Sprotbrough Flash. When we got back to the car park, we had an ice cream each. Again, we don’t have pictures this time, but we do intend to go back.
So that was our weekend – and this is already more than 850 words. So time for me to crack on with some work while you enjoy some pictures (more later in the week):