Struggling Authors

Places to write...........
Well the first place that springs to mind is my garden on a lovely summer day. Notebook - pencil - ever faithfully rubber - sometimes a tape recorder if I'm being lazy - glass of ruby red wine - crusty bread - chunk of cheese. Ooh luverly jubbly!.
I did just this on one sunny afternoon and was surprised at what was going on around me. It's fairly rural where I live and I'm surrounded by trees. As I looked up two doves from the dove cote were cooing and doing what comes naturally in the trees. To my right my cat was laying in the sun cleaning himself. In the centre of the garden but a short way off was a young fox sheltering from the sun under the trees. On the extreme left a squirrel was busy digging a hole in my lawn burying some nuts I had put out. (Don't you just love them).
As I watched in silence I began to realise how lovely it was to just observe the most unusual sides of nature and gain inspiration.

My other favourite place is sitting on a cloud and watching the world going about its' business. If only Icarus had got it right ! who knows.......... Had yer going there then. Now you see why my colleagues call me Mad Tee.

T. that sounds so idyllic.
When I sit in my garden all I see is work.
Bury the electric cables for the garden and shed, then after pave the area. Lay bricks for a "sitzplatz" where my wife can lounge away the hours under a hot teutonic sun. Not to mention the perpetual battle with the green flood of unwanted flora and fauna that invade every crevice of every corner of every space of open earth.
The lawn, the bushes, buying and putting down the wooden flooring for the second patio...
Bah.
I don't see my garden being a place of creative motivation; more like a three dimensional list of 'things to do and how to bankrupt myself by doing them'.
Ah well, it will be finished one day...

Calm, Colwyn.

Go to your happy place!

(Deep breathing)
...all is well, all is well, all is well.........

I'm good.
Now what was the question again?

Peace on you my child...........
I will send out my pink fluffy cloud that hovers above my garden.
................Open the marshmallow box that contains my harp and play to your little hearts content.........
I do not want to hear heavy rock.
When you are chilled say out loud 50 times ...........
I have invented a new word for the dictionary - synopsii.
When that is done you will sit quietly and write your synopsii.
........"I'm there Im there" I hear you call as you dress in your white toga and scatter rose buds about the cloud...........
Failing all the above I will be putting my "synopsii" onto my blog this afternoon. You can have a squizz (another new word!) and get cracking on yours.
Maybe I should get out more. Ha Ha.
T.

Too much blogging can alter your perception of reality

R

(No chance of me ever getting that then I hear you say)

"Peace on you my child...........
I will send out my pink fluffy cloud that hovers above my garden.
................Open the marshmallow box that contains my harp and play to your little hearts content.........
I do not want to hear heavy rock.
When you are chilled say out loud 50 times ...........
I have invented a new word for the dictionary - synopsii.
When that is done you will sit quietly and write your synopsii.
........"I'm there Im there" I hear you call as you dress in your white toga and scatter rose buds about the cloud..........."

Tee,
we're on the same plane baby.

R: Whoever said blogging was boring. Reality is my outer skin. My inner self lives on a caribbean island. Blue green sea lapping around my ankles. White sand, tropical palms a native cocktail bar stocked with ??? anything. Miss Marples by my side solving crimes, while I write my novels.
..........Ho hum back to the outer skin then..........

C.Q. Hey you get offa my cloud. Ha Ha. The synopsis of Shasta Trilogy is now on my blog. Back to the real world hun and get yours written. I hope my synopsis helps.
Mad Tee.

Sorry Tee,
I didn't know I was on it.
So, to bizniz as the new fangled hip hop rhymsters say.

When I wrote my synopsis, I broke a navel trying to put in as much info onto the page as I could.
Yours is so simple that it makes me feel foolish. Foolish as in slap forehead and cry "Stupido, stupido".
Bah.
Mmmmmm.... I can smell burning, which is generally indicative of a bowel movement going on in my cranial cavity... Not pleasant but normally productive.
To the Batcave Batman, I have a plan !!!

"Damnation CQ I must have squatters again on my cloud" (said in my best James Bond voice). I could do with Wurzel Gummage standing watch.

Sometimes simple and short is best with a synopsis. They just want a rough outline I guess. Don't beat yourself up hun it's all trial and error. I've tried long.......short......middleing (another new word?) It just depends which of his readers the publisher gives it to I guess...Did they sleep well? Hangover etc. Bad hair day. You get the picture.
Do what feels right for you and dip your toe in the water.

Now.........what has my cat done with my long white whiskers and those cute little black cat ears............. Oh don't get me started.