Saturday, 29 September 2012

Writing Workshop

This morning, I attended a writing workshop given by Joanna Fulford concerned with writing that essential first chapter and the pitch. Joanna writes for the Harlequin Historical Romance series for Mills and Boon so the the workshop was mainly geared towards writers wanting to write for Mills and Boon. And, with 7m worth of sales a year, that's a goal not to be sneered at! 

Having said that, what she had to say could definitely be applied to writing in whichever genre or publisher one is aiming for. I found writing the proposed pitch for an idea I'd only just come up very challenging and, having to write in just 100 words, definitely concentrated the mind!

Monday, 24 September 2012

Holiday Blues

It was the last day of our week's holiday in Northumberland, an area we both love. 'Let's make a day of it,' hubby had said, 'rather than going straight home.' The idea was to head towards Darlington then wend out way towards the East coast. Good idea in theory; shame it didn't work out as planned. The idea was to lunch in Recar except that it took longer than we thought so we stopped for lunch on the A68. Unfortunately, it took us nearly an hour to order, wait for our two toasted sandwiches, then eat them! Once on the A1(M), there was no exit southbound for Darlington (unless we missed it!) and we ended up driving through a couple of small villages before reaching the road round Darlington.

When we reached Redcar, the ticket machine at the beach car park wasn't working so we decided to head out of the town. However, there had been an accident further along the Promenade and we were diverted  into the centre of town. Being a reasonable sort of day, everywhere was busy and it took ages to find our way out of town. We consoled ourselves with the thought of a cup of tea at a log cabin cafe on the coast road at Sandsend only to find that double yellow lines now decorated the road where we had always parked before. The car park was full and although there was parking further long the road, it was too far to walk back.

By the time we reached Whitby further along the coast, it was 3.15 pm so we decided to write the plan off and head for home. After a much needed cuppa, of course! It was about 8 pm when we got home but we did stop for a carvery en route. Hubby's last words on the day were, 'If I get any more bright ideas, remind me of today!' Good job we can laugh about it!