Kit Berry's Blog, page 2

Shaman arrives - by Drax

I'm Drax, and on Sunday I left my litter and was driven all the way to Reading to live with my new family. I've settled in quite well at my new home, although it's a bit mad here.  The two Burmese cats, Magus and Malik, are very unfriendly and have resisted all my attempts at friendship. The three chickens run when they see me and hide amongst the trees making silly noises.  Good job Kit and Mr B love me so much!

A bizarre thing has happened though - this big cardboard box arrived and it made Kit squeal!  I had a good sniff of it but really, it seemed quite innocent.  I have no idea why she was in such a state.  I thought I'd better stand guard whilst she dashed off to the kitchen to get a knife.  A knife???


While she was gone, still making strange, excited noises, I thought perhaps I could lend a helping paw.  Or at least, a very sharp set of puppy teeth, which are much safer than anything she could find in the kitchen.


So I pulled and tugged at this delicious little cardboard tag that silly old Kit had missed ....


And I really pulled hard, and gave a little growl for good measure, until at last ....


A bit of green was visible, and Kit made such a very loud shriek that I had a small accident on the carpet!  She took over at this point with the box, pushing me away and muttering about my sharp teeth and her precious Shamans.



Honestly - I was quite pleased then that she hadn't called me Shaman, which I know she nearly did.  I mean - I'm not green, nor do I have anything to do with hares, magpies or snakes, all of which I could see on the front covers of the books.  By this time, she was doing a crazy dance all around the room and phoning Mr B and really, getting quite over the top.  And then she grabbed one of the books and raced upstairs (where I'm not allowed - and all because those snooty cats think it's their domain) and I heard her burst into tears!


When she came down again, I gave her a very thorough wriggly, bitey lick to cheer her up, but I don't think she was sad at all.  She said it was one of the best, happiest days of her life, seeing all her five books together on the shelf.  And then she said something even stranger ...

"Five - always five!"

Tout Quarry on Portland

Last week I drove back to Weymouth for the day, for an interview with Ruth Meech of the Dorset Evening Echo.  She's writing a piece about Stonewylde for the special Saturday paper, and hopes it'll be out on Saturday 13th, one week before the book launch in Dorchester on Oct 20th.

After the interview, I went to visit a very good friend and we drove across to Portland for a walk.  You can see how blessed we were with the weather - it had been absolutely pouring on the drive down, with  so much spray on the motorway that visibility was dreadful.  But just look at that glorious blue sky in the photo!

We walked to Tout Quarry, which is actually the place that inspired me for Quarrycleave.  Tout Quarry is a disused quarry near Easton, and it's been turned into a sculpture park.  It's wild and natural - you just turn up and wander around.  It's enormous and would take several hours to see all of it; it's well worth the time.


Tout Quarry is an amazing place, but it's not the Place of Bones and Death that features in Stonewylde.  That idea came to me in a nightmare a long time ago and scared me so much that even many years on, it still frightens me.  But when I began constructing Quarrycleave in my imagination, it was Tout that kept popping up in my mind's eye.  The boulders, the swarming ivy ...


There are canyons of stone, dead ends, great blocks, hidden recesses.  And without wishing to put any spoilers in here, there's a carving called "Still Falling" which had a profound effect on me.  I think of it often.  Can you see the falling man?


Tout is full of unusual carvings and sculptures.  It's a strange place - not terrifying like Quarrycleave, but with a certain atmosphere that would definitely put me off visiting after dark.  Not exactly haunted or creepy, but not comfortable either.  And just look who's crawling back up!

Society of Authors - CWIG conference 2012

I can't believe that it's over six months since my last blog about World Book Day! So much for good resolutions.  I'd intended to blog regularly all the way through writing the final Stonewylde book, but that just didn't happen in the end.  And now it's due out in four weeks' time!

With Kevin Crossley-Holland
But last weekend I attended the Society of Authors' CWIG conference - this stands for Children's Writers and Illustrators Group - and blogging was mentioned several times in various talks.  Apparently I'm not alone in struggling to maintain a regular blog.  One of the things recommended was to be part of a joint blog, where you have your monthly post to write (eg The History Girls, The Awfully Big Blog Adventure, etc) and that sounds like a great idea - but nobody's invited me to join one yet!

You may wonder why I was at a children's writers' conference. Gollancz were intending to publish my books under their new Young Adult imprint, Indigo.  However this didn't happen, although Waterstones still keep the series in the Teen Section and much of the marketing has been aimed at this audience.  Although there are many young Stonewylde readers and the books are suitable for 12+ readership, I'm sure most of you reading this are adults and I've had some quite disgruntled comments from older readers about finding their Stonewylde books cowering amongst shelves of dark and dripping vampire-type books and ghastly American high-school dramas.  It's not my decision!  I'm hoping this will change in the future, and will keep you posted.

However, I did feel at home amongst other authors at the conference, not least because I'm hoping to write some children's books in the future.  I met some really interesting people from all ends of the scale - from famous writers such as Patrick Ness and Malorie Blackman, to others just starting out who are as yet unknown.  One of the lovely things was that Kevin Crossley-Holland was there, and it was great to see him again.  I first met him many years ago (2004 I think?) when I was a teacher, and helped out every year at a conference that brought authors to speak to teachers and school librarians.  I was Kevin's minder for the day and whilst he was eating lunch, he told me to tell him all about myself.  I said (very shyly) that I'd written a novel and was looking for an agent.  He was so charming and kind, and told me to send him the manuscript. He gave me a wonderful endorsement which I used on the self-published versions, and which Gollancz have used on their covers too.  I met Kevin again at an Orion party, not having realised they published him as well.  So last weekend it was brilliant to meet up with him again and have a longer chat.  He really is a wonderful man and I was so glad he signed my copy of Bracelet of Bones, one of his Viking sagas.

It was also incredibly exciting to finally meet up with Jane Ray, the renowned and very gifted artist.  I've loved Jane's work since I first discovered it in the 90s.  I bought wrapping paper and greetings cards featuring her work, and framed them to hang on my walls in my house in Weymouth.  I bought as many of her picture books as I could find, and two of my absolute favourites are 'Sun, Moon and Stars' and 'Song of the Earth' (also known as 'Earth, Fire, Water, Air').  It was the double paged spread at the beginning of the latter that really got me thinking of the whole concept of the Goddess in the Landscape, and inspired me to weave this into Stonewylde.  There's also a picture in the former book depicting the moon as a lady in a dark cloak, walking through a marsh, and I always imagined this when I refer to 'the Bright Lady' in my books.

Amazingly, both Jane Ray and Mary Hoffman, the lovely author who wrote all the text in both books, were at the conference!  I'd previously met Mary Hoffman at the London Book Fair earlier this year, when she'd been so kind to me.  And now at the conference I was thrilled to have both Jane and Mary sign my copies of these books - a dream come true!

 With Jane Ray
With Mary Hoffman
 All in all, apart from the appalling sound system in the main lecture theatre and a distinct lack of air, it was a great conference and I came home exhausted, my mind teeming with information, ideas and notes.  And I made many new acquaintances whom I hope will become friends.  But I have a confession to make - I'd booked into the conference months ago, thinking it was in Henley.  But it turned out to be the Henley Business School at Reading University.  So on Friday night, having surveyed the perfectly clean and adequate student accommodation (narrow single bed, spartan bathroom) I quietly trundled my suitcase back to the carpark and nipped home to my comfortable house and wonderful husband!  I think the real deciding factor was that the (nasty) coffee machine in the canteen had broken - and there was Mr B ready and waiting to oblige with Lavazza Oro!

World Book Day 2012

This is just a quickie as I really, really must get on with Shaman of Stonewylde. It's March 2nd - my deadline is March 31st. I've written about 91,000 words and have about 50,000 (maybe less) to go. I NEED to get on now!


But I've been really tired today as yesterday's World Book Day was pretty full on. I drove down to Dorchester in Dorset (just over two hour drive) to St. Osmund's Middle School in Dorchester. I taught two lovely classes of children - in Years 7 and 8, which is 12 and 13 year olds for anyone out of the loop with the current education system. This age group is the lowest end of the suitable readership for Stonewylde, but with Yul and Sylvie starting out aged 15 and 14 respectively, they could be seen as the target audience for the series. It's funny - every time I mention the fact that Stonewylde is published as a Young Adult series, I receive irate/amused/worried e-mails from adult readers questioning this!

Anyway, the two lessons went very well I think, and the children (and teachers) were lovely. I hope they gained something from my pearls of wisdom; I certainly gained from being back in a classroom again and talking to interested kids. I did a quick photo in the school library (tricky nowadays to do photos with children because of parental permission etc, so I didn't do that) and then went in to Dorchester to have coffee and some lunch with a fellow blogger from over at Loose and Leafy (from whom I'd learnt about tree following).

Next it was Waterstones - I especially love the Dorchester branch. They were the first bookshop (as Ottakers) to take Magus of Stonewylde in its old self-published incarnation, and they've always been so supportive of Stonewylde and me. The staff had dressed as characters from Alice in Wonderland for the World Book Day and there were story-telling events for younger children, a Where's Wally competition (as Mr B pointed out last night - you'd think after 25 years someone would've found the guy) and a fancy dress competition too.

It was great to sell copies of Stonewylde to St Osmund's pupils whom I'd met that morning and who came in to buy the books. I also sold lots of books to the mothers of the younger children enjoying the story-telling event, after whispering to them that actually, grown-ups love Stonewylde too. I met, amongst others, several pink princesses, some Dennis the Menaces, a knight and a Cleopatra. It was really good too to meet with the other authors there: Ron Dawson who's created the marvellous Scary Bones stories (and who had a skeleton with him as a prop) and Gill Lewis, author of the lovely book Sky Hawk. I wish now I'd got a photo of us together, but didn't think of that at the time.


It was a long drive home as the event didn't finish until 7pm and my driving night-vision is not brilliant - I'm okay whilst I'm driving but as soon as I stop, I feel exhausted. Anyway, I had a bath and went straight to bed to read my new copy of Scary Bones, a fitting way to end the World Book Day 2012. Many thanks to both St Osmunds and Waterstones for inviting me and making the day so special for me. And now - back to Shaman of Stonewylde!

A Gothic Sunday down in the catacombs

One of the best things about Stonewylde for me is the new experiences I've had since writing the series. Our social network group has flourished for several years now and members meet up regularly all over the country. Last Sunday saw one such get-together at Kensal Green Cemetry in London. Ten of us met up there, and were given a private tour by Sue who's a huge Stonewylde fan and also a volunteer guide at this amazing cemetry.

She looked after us for over three hours and it was one of the best afternoons I've had for a long time. Sue is such a knowledgeable guide and admits that she particularly enjoys the scandal. We learned all sorts of naughty things about the inhabitants of the cemetry and what they got up to when alive. It's a myth of course that everyone was prim and proper in Victorian times - some of the tales that Sue told us would really make your hair curl!

Apparently the cemetry was opened in 1833, one of seven I think in London to cope with the high mortality rate. It's over 70 acres (no wonder I felt so tired at the end of the tour) and is still very much in use today. Kensal Green has its share of famous bodies, including writers such as William Thackary and Anthony Trollope, and historical figures such as Lord Byron's half sister and wife. To be honest, there was so much interesting information that not much of it has stuck in my addled brain.

There are some amazing tombs, monuments and graves, some very simple but many incredibly ornate if not downright vulgar, reflecting the taste of the time. Rich and poor are buried at Kensal Green, and even some royalty too. My favourite part of the tour (but also my worse) was visiting the catacombs. Unfortunately we weren't allowed to take photos down there so I can't show you just how terrifying and grim it was. There were coffins in various stages of decay everywhere - it was a city of death, with streets going off the main thoroughfare and all full of hundreds and hundreds of coffins. I was thoroughly spooked by the whole thing, although it was an experience I'm so glad I had.

Sue was fantastic, and I certainly want to go back there again as there was just too much to take in on one visit. Many thanks to her for such a wonderful private tour for Stonewylde readers. Thanks too to Sam for the lovely handbag charms she made for all of us, and Ros for the delicious lemon drizzle daisy cakes. What a great afternoon it was! For more information about Kensal Green cemetery and visits, click here.

Tomorrow, 1st March, is World Book Day and I'm off at the crack of dawn (actually, while it's still dark) to Dorset. I'm speaking to children at St Osmund's Middle School in Dorchester, followed by a coffee with Loose and Leafy blogger, and then a signing session in Dorchester Waterstones. I'm really looking forward to it and will post about it soon.

Orion 20th Anniversary Party

This photo comes courtesy of Nina Douglas, the lovely publicist from Orion Books. On the left of the picture, in case you didn't realise what it was, is the dinosaur! What a fabulous, wonderful, exciting event it was.

I read somewhere that there were 900 guests and 500 bottles of champagne - not sure if that's correct, but the champagne was lovely and there was a lot of it. And delicious canapes too. Certainly it felt like 900 guests as the place was packed. We were sent name badges (posh ones - not sticky labels) and most people wore theirs, but even so it was hard to find people you wanted to talk to, or see the names of those you were talking to. Peering at someone's chest to decipher their name before making eye contact feels a bit rude!

I had a marvellous time despite my nerves. I was a little late (Hammersmith Flyover trouble) and in the queue to leave coats, noticed that Ian Rankin was standing behind me! He addressed the audience later, talking about his history with Orion and how just that day he'd signed another two book deal with them. He was one of the very first authors to sign with Orion when they set up twenty years ago - and everyone's done very well from that deal!

There was also a speech from the CEO who's a lovely man called Peter Roche. I spoke to him at the Gollancz 50th Anniversary party last November and he told me that he hadn't read Stonewylde. Understandable really, given how many books Orion publish and that he's firmly a crime/thriller fan. But at the party on Monday night, I bumped into him (I kept bumping into people literally as it was extremely crowded) and he recognised me and told me he'd now read all four books!!! I said, 'Wow - I only hoped you might read one!' to which he replied, 'Once you've read one, how could you not read all four?'. I felt so honoured!

I spoke to many very interesting people, lots of new authors who looked lost, and established authors who didn't. I had a lovely chat with Essie Fox, who's debut novel The Somnambulist was recently featured on the Channel 4 TV Book Club and we agreed to read each other's books. I also had a chat with Greg Mosse, who's invited me to speak at the college where he teaches an MA in Creative Writing - that will be great, if it comes off. We started talking because my Stonewylde charm bracelet had become entangled with my lace dress - and he extricated me! I had a good chat with fellow Gollancz author Suzanne McLeod about the merits of attending some of the big conventions such as SFX Weekender, Eastercon, Fantasycon, etc.

There were several other authors I'd hoped to speak to but never found - we'd made contact on Twitter but the Natural History Museum is so huge and there were so many people that it was impossible to track down individuals - especially if you didn't know what they look like! I did manage to talk with my agent, my editor at Gollancz and some of the marketing and PR team too, and said hello to Malcolm Edwards, head of Gollancz. So in a networking sense it was a successful evening.

But on another level it was almost like a timeslip film/novel, and this must have been the same experience for everyone there. I remember my father taking me and my younger brother to the Natural History Museum when we were children in the 1960s. I remember standing there being totally awestruck by the dinosaur and the sheer size of the place. I stood there on Monday night feeling amazed and overwhelmed that here I was, an author at a publisher's party mixing with loads of other publishing professionals, authors, agents, etc. And I imagined that small girl standing in the same place with her father and her little brother, not knowing that one day she'd be there in such a glitzy capacity. It always was my childhood dream to be a writer, and here I was. And I bet the same was true for so many of the people there. Nobody who'd visited as a child would have any sense of this destiny. It would make a great film or story, wouldn't it? I wonder how many of the 900 people had visited the museum as children? I wonder if this thought struck any of them too?

We were given a goody bag of books as we left (all very welcome - each one is a title I want to read) and my wonderful Mr B was waiting outside for me. We had a quick supper in a nearby restaurant with some other authors (I've done enough name-dropping so won't bore you with more) and then drove back to Reading. It was a fantastic night altogether, and I'd had just the right amount of champagne too. These photos of me were taken at home by Mr B before we left.

If by any chance anyone from Orion reads this blog - thank you for a magical evening!

My horse chestnut tree is male

Thanks so much for all the lovely comments on my last post, and other messages I've received on Twitter, Facebook and my Stonewylde network. It seems that the idea of following a tree for a year is a popular one, and also not a new one. How lovely that many of you either already do this or are now planning to.

I'm afraid my promise last Monday to blog soon was broken. What happened was that suddenly the fifth book started to flow and I didn't want to stop writing! I'm now almost half way through (though not quite) and I have just under six weeks to finish this first draft. I'm living in a state of moderate panic which never leaves me, and I'm not sleeping that well either because of it. Last night I had a horrible nightmare about one of the characters in the book which really disturbed me.

Anyway - back to the Horse Chestnut Tree. I think, given that it's my tree of the year, it deserves capital letters. Today I'll post three photos, but I'm afraid they won't always show just the tree. It's a perching place to so many birds and squirrels and obviously a feeding place too. Horse Chestnut Tree dominates the view into our back garden and is particularly visible from our bedroom window. I stood gazing out at it the other day and saw something very special. I tend to spend hours doing this when I'm thinking of what comes next in Shaman of Stonewylde.

Can you see what I spotted on it? Take a close look ...

It's a little nuthatch - so beautiful! I watched it creep all over the great chunks of bark on my tree and was really glad to get these photos. Not only is the tree a huge, magical presence in my garden, but it also attracts the most wonderful creatures. I'd never seen a nuthatch before.

Mr B said recently that he felt the tree was male, and this interested me. I know on my Stonewylde network we've had discussions in the past about trees being male or female. In tree folk-lore, any books you care to read on the subject, say with great authority "The oak is a male tree..." and other such statements. Obviously this isn't a biological observation but a more imaginative one. I too had felt that the Horse Chestnut Tree was male, and was pleased when Mr B said this entirely unprompted. He's not quite as fanciful as I am about these matters and it always makes me happy when his fancy does take flight. So ... you can imagine my sense of disillusionment when he explained why the tree, to him, was masculine.

Anyway, moving on ... last week was a very lucky week for me - I won prizes in THREE competitions! I never win anything so this was very exciting, and I shall tell you all about it in another blog later this week.

Tonight it's the big, posh, glitzy Orion Authors' Party which this year takes place in the Natural History Museum (no jokes please about old dinosaurs). I'm very excited and nervous too. It's only for authors, agents and other publishing professionals; partners aren't invited, so I won't have Mr B there by my side. Don't get me wrong -I'm a confident person and all that. But this is a huge do, and I know very few people but they all seem to know each other! It's also enormous (last year it was in the Royal Opera House) so the chances of finding the few people you actually do know are slim. It's very daunting and last year I coped by gulping at the ever-flowing champagne until my nerves had gone, along with most of my other faculties! This year I shall be sensible and if I feel a bit lost and lonely, I shall merely stand at the edges and people-watch.

I'm off now to get ready, and must abandon my characters in the Great Barn where they're just about to start something rather special ...

I am now a Tree Follower

Last week I came across an amazing blog, via Twitter. One of the big guys at Gollancz had tweeted about a blogger he admires, and fully expecting a fantasy type blog featuring swords and dragons and other things that don't really float my boat (well, I do like dragons), I had a look. Wow! I was blown away by the blog called Loose and Leafy.

It actually comes from around Weymouth, which is where I lived for 27 years and I so wish I'd met the lady when I lived there - she sounds lovely. She's a Tree Follower, and the idea is that you choose a particular tree and then follow it for a year. You take lots of photos (or draw or paint it, I guess, if you can) and blog about it whenever you feel so inspired. What a lovely, lovely idea! I bet many of my followers will join me in this - several of you whom I've got to know spring to mind immediately. If you follow this link and then go back to her Feb 5th post, she explains a bit more about it there.

So today is my first Tree Follower blog, and I'll probably do one of these every couple of weeks or so. Although it could be more as I can see how exciting this could become, for me at least. The tree I've chosen is one that really chose me. As you may know, we moved house at the end of last year and finally bought our first house together. One of the three things that sold this house to me - and the most important one - was the beautiful garden. Not beautiful as in it's perfect and full of wonderful plants, which it isn't. But beautiful because it contains several mature trees and it's reasonably private, considering we're in Reading, and it's full of birds and squirrels. I really, really love it.

I was just a tiny tad disappointed when we examined the garden closely to discover what the trees actually were. Horse chestnuts, lime, hornbeam and sycamore I think. Not entirely sure as all the leaves are now gone, but definitely horse chestnuts and sycamore and the other two are debatable as I don't know them so well. I was disappointed because my favourite trees are the ones I grew up with in the two gardens of my childhood. These were, in the first garden: beech (all-time favourite), oak (with mistletoe), sweet chestnut, silver birches, Scots pines and rowans. The second garden had a giant yew (a real favourite of mine), a massive walnut tree (so big it had its main branch held up with a kind of pit-prop) and a large orchard. I spent hours and hours of my childhood playing, reading, daydreaming and scribbling under each of these trees, and I can still picture each of them perfectly even though it's over 40 years since I saw any of them. It's because of these trees that I grew up loving nature and believing in magic and eventually writing Stonewylde.

So when I realised that not one of these special trees featured in my new garden, I was a little disappointed but determined, nevertheless, to make friends with the new ones, all of which are subject to a Tree Preservation Order. Not of course that I'd consider chopping them down! Plus I have a veritable nursery of baby trees that I've been growing in pots for the past four years until such time as we could afford to buy a house. So I shall soon be planting some of these in the garden - and they include most of my old favourites.

The tree that has demanded to be chosen is the one nearest to the house - a massive horse chestnut. It's a whopper and I really hope it doesn't invalidate our house insurance. This has proved to be a bit of a long blog so I shall end now with a picture of a bit of it, and write more about it during the week. I'm on a real roll at the moment with Shaman of Stonewylde and I'm itching to get back to it. So here's a detail of Horse Chestnut, with more to come soon. Have a lovely week, everyone!

Log jams and blog jams

Well here I am, hard at work on the story planning board for Shaman of Stonewylde. As I've said before, with such a broad canvas and being the fifth and final book, it's very important that I can see the whole picture, or at least a big part of it. I need to make sure the balance is there, between the characters, the conflict, the setting and the action. No longer do I have the comfort of knowing that I can put that bit right in the next book - there won't be a 'next book'! All ends have to be tied and yet not in a trite, happy ever after type way. Tricky stuff, but I'm getting on with it and after Monday's doldrums, it's started moving again. Phew!

I realised that one of the issues was this handfasting scene I'm trying to write. Several of my lovely readers are going to tie the knot in Avebury in May, at our annual Stonewylde gathering. I rashly said to them a long time ago that when I'd written this particular scene in the book, I'd let them have the text to adapt it for their own handfasting ceremony. So Chapter 7, the handfasting one, caused a massive block in my thinking. I was trying to write it for Avebury, for the Stonewylde fans, instead of staying true to the story itself. Once I'd realised this and overcome that hurdle, the chapter flowed and I'm now on Chapter 9. I'm sure the four couples who want to use my ceremony in Avebury will be able to adapt what I've written, and the log-jam has now freed itself and all is flowing again.

Since last weekend's snow, we've had more. This little robin was snapped by Mr B this morning as he tried to grab some breakfast. I thought robins were ground feeders and wouldn't use these type of seed feeders, but obviously I'm wrong. We have several robins who visit us for food, which again flies in the face of what I'd always believed: that the robin is territorial and guards his place fiercely. Maybe the snow puts paid to all that and in the end it's only survival that matters.

We've had lots more avian visitors this week - in fact it's become quite ridiculous. I counted eight blackbirds today, and there could have been more rustling around in the leaves at the end of the garden. They're very bold, and I know they're plain birds but I do love them. We've also had a crazy amount of blue-tits, so much so that I actually wrote a blue-tit into the story today. I suddenly realised what I'd done and it made me laugh. Just as Baba Yaga has also appeared, after the wonderful blog post that I linked to on Katherine Langrish's site.

This has been a week of discovering some really amazing blogs. Of course I can't allow myself to be distracted as I just don't have the time for that, but how can I resist? In my next post I'll do some links to these lovely sites so you can all go off and explore them. I feel quite inadequate when I see what some people produce on their blogs. I must say this was one of the reasons I stopped blogging during 2011 - I felt I had nothing to say that would be of any interest. Now I'm starting to think that actually, a bit of rambling may be okay after all. I guess all blogs are different; some erudite, some clever, some entertaining. Mine's like you're popping into my kitchen for a quick cup of tea while I take a break from writing the fifth book.

So on that note, I hope you like this very acrobatic woodpecker who was just showing off to all the pigeons and magpies who couldn't get to the birdfeeder. I have filled up the feeders now, by the way, in case you were wondering about the dearth of food. Our garden has been awarded two Michelin stars by the local birds, and I had to keep running out flapping my arms at the flock of seagulls (yes, in Reading!) who kept trying to land today. They mistakenly took us for a drive-thru. It's back to work for me (10pm but that's no reason to leave Sylvie on the hill and Yul in the Barn) and I wish you all a lovely weekend. On Monday - hopefully - I'll tell you about the wonderful blog from Weymouth of all places (my old home) that I discovered today via good old Twitter, and how I'm now a tree follower. Can you let yourselves out and shut the door behind you please? Bye!

Gloomy Monday

I was feeling like this poor little rose in my vase. Drooping, wilting, sorry for myself. It's been a miserable, dripping sort of day with slushy ice outside and try as I might all day, I've just been unable to get anything written. And as you all know, with the end of March my deadline, this is not a good state of affairs. I did all the usual displacement stuff: e-mails, overdue phone-calls, twitter, e-bay, other people's blogs, my own Stonewylde network - and I even popped very briefly into facebook. But I just couldn't get started on Shaman of Stonewylde, Chapter 7.

Out in my garden, all was dark and slushy. Even my room with a view didn't cheer me up nor inspire me. All I could see were my footprints in the slush where I'd been topping up the birds' food and water. Also, my chair is right by the radiator which was belting out heat, and this just added to my inertia and lethargy.


Malik, the brown Burmese, was still asleep in his basket - and this at 4pm! He'd been here all day after a quick, paw-flicking trip outside for a wee in the snow. I know the bedding in the basket looks a bit manky but they curl up together every night and love it. Please note the very considerate positioning of the basket - directly under the radiator. And there's more - the hot water pipes run underneath the basket so they have under-basket heating too.

So, nothing for it but to go for a walk. Mr B, who'd been working from home due to the snow, ice and fog, thought I was just a little mad and flatly refused to accompany me. I put on my pink wellies, hat and jacket and set off for the fields and woods that lie behind my house. Outside it was cold and damp, the sort that makes even straight hair go frizzy and sits on your eyelashes.


However ... I'm sure you can guess what I'm going to say next. Yes, as ever the sheer magic of nature got the better of me. Gradually, all those nasty grumpy, gloomy thoughts ('I can't write', 'I'm never going to hit the deadline', 'Might as well give up now', etc) melted away. I watched three crows messing about, found a lovely pine stick to add to my collection (sticks that may be suitable to make into wands), had a good old think about Chapter 7 and why I'm stuck, and even saw the almost full moon peering out from a chink in the freezing fog!



So now - I'm home, happy and ready to tackle Chapter 7! Mr B will have to cook tonight as it's after 7pm and I've a long evening ahead of me if I'm going to make up lost time. I hope you all have a lovely week and manage to get out and enjoy some of the freezing but still beautiful weather.