Post 408: What’s the Story, Rory?
Who’s Rory anyway? I certainly don’t know. Perhaps he’s the guy who counts the words on a page.
I started the day well and this writing lark is getting better, although the pen will give out soon I’m sure. But at least the pages will be filled with words while it lasts. It’s a rite of passage to have a pen run out on you.
Tonight I was struck dumb by the presents from my son and daughter-in-law, which were all cracking.
First, I opened up a yellow temperature gauge to use for making my coffee as best I can, or rather for checking the water temperature to brew the decaf grinds correctly. I’ll use that every day and I can put to bed the old gauge that has Sellotape holding it together.
The next pressie was a booklet entitled From Blog to Book. It will be very useful indeed, as that’s exactly what I want to do, though I’m still rather confused about how the book should look and how many chapters and characters there will be. I’m getting better at writing stuff down but I’m not sure how the story goes.
A pack of pens was next and, in the variously coloured pack, are a few black ballpoints and others in green and red, they feel good in the hand. I’ll check them out tomorrow morning. I guess having a red pen means I can correct and mark the work, and to make sure I’m on the right track.
My oldest friend came by, sat down and chatted all things books with my son and I. He was already on the phone and mum and me were chatting to him from the comfort of the TV chair.
Boy oh boy, did we have a discussion about how to go about editing and publishing a book, how long it could take, and so on. It was a help in one way, but it wasn’t always straightforward and I was tired, my Darling slid over the other side of the room and started doing sudoku on her phone. Me, I didn’t really know what I needed and that caused us to go around in circles trying to find a happy start middle and ending.
It was a tough way of learning, but I guess a great way of going through all the options. My Darling went to bed as she would do normally, but I can’t help thinking that we missed out on holding hands and making up.
I now have a lot of thinking to do before stepping off on the storytelling adventure. The outline is essential and must come first. I’m longing to get that done, but it’s not that easy, and taking time over this is probably the best decision for a better book, pamphlet, or whatever it organically becomes.
It’s June tomorrow and, in another two days, it’s my anniversary and birthday, but this weekend saw the best show on earth come and go without me.
I’m really disappointed not to have gone to the steam rally that quite often falls on my birthday and that I’ve been attending since I was a baby in arms.
To be unable to go was not good for me. I really feel I missed out.
The little show packs a punch and to be so close to something I love is hard when I have to watch it pass by without even trying to go there. Lots of mates would be there and I’d feel at home.
Perhaps next year.
I’m a bit blue while writing this.
My Darling came home from work earlier this afternoon and I pushed her towards going to bed. It’s for her own good, but these days the work is tough on her body and when she comes home already worn out she cooks for us both, goes to bed and then does it all over again.
That’s the weekend gone, and a weekend like this one is a big one to miss. We should have gone out for food but we have to keep an eye on the last pound she wants to loose, so I have to be careful that I’m not just making more work for her, teasing her into edible pleasures she don’t need right now.
But with Tom’s call and Phil being here, my poor Darling was pushed out of the conversation, which she probably was happy to avoid. It meant that I couldn’t sit and watch the film we wanted to watch, hold hands and just be together.
We wanted to talk to Tom, but when Phil came in the conversation was steered towards publishing a book for the masses.
I do understand and I’ve been asking questions, but I’m not ready for this style of interaction right now.
I want to be with my Darling.
On Tuesday it will be our 36th anniversary and I’ve not got anything done to help the day along. I have got a surprise for her which I think, and hope, she will love, but only time will tell.
Today I want to get nearer to my Darling. A little walk perhaps, or watch a film. That would be nice.
I don’t want much, just to be happy with the little things.
Good night.
Take care.
