Word after word after word
no sure about this … at all
I’m exhausted already. I written 3,500 words of my ‘new book’, which is of a non-Sam Green variety. And already I’m full of trepidation, tired with nervous exhaustion and very excited. I’ve read the words to C whose immediate comment (which is an echo of all of her comments about any of my books) was, ‘It’s too detailed’. It is. That’s for sure. And it’s gritty – not chick-lit stuff, but more thrilleresque.
I can’t do lightweight. I have to give realism to my words with some in-depth stuff. I can’t stop myself. If any of you have ever read Tom Clancy, you’ll know where I’m coming from. I like the detailed touches. I want to know most things. And, most important, I want to know that my storyteller is not spinning me a yarn; that they’re on their game and know everything. That’s the problem I feel with a lot of these modern-day thrillers. They’re all plot and no substance.
I’m probably wrong. Clearly all the ones I’ve read have found a publishing contract. And I have not. Oh well.
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mmm, new garden bench
We’re fine here. Still keeping safe and avoiding people. The days seem to go quickly enough and I guess, as we head to less of a lockdown, that’s not a bad thing. Although, noting that both C and I would no longer consider ourselves to be young, wishing away what’s left of your life is hardly a sensible thing to do.
Doris. I am very close to ordering some Lithium-Ion habitation batteries. The ones we currently have (3 x 110 AH) have been in there for four years and I think they’re beginning to show signs of wear. And, as we spend a lot of our time off grid, and as we intend to keep motorhoming well into our dotage, getting Li-Ion-Po replacements seems like a good investment. Apart from just being better – you can charge and discharge them quickly, In detail they are a third of the weight, last five times as long and have the double the capacity for the same nominal AH rating. And they just slot in, like for like.
So we would need 160 AH’s worth of replacement and, and they come with a battery management system, we’re looking at around £1600, as opposed to a £400 straight replacement. You can do the maths yourself. It’s probably going to save money in the long run or, if nothing else, break even and give us peace of mind at the same time. But, which batteries? You can spend a fortune … or you can go cheap. There is clearly more work to be done.
It’s Kevin’s funeral tomorrow. We have a local rev-guy going into Mum’s garden tomorrow and C and I will be watching via video link. Mum, I really feel, wants this to be over. It was the same last year with dad’s funeral (which, spookily, was also held on May 7th). She’s was like a cat on a hot tin roof … and then relaxed the day after.
Me. Well, I hate funerals. I know it’s not about me. But I have absolutely no interest in watching my brother’s body being sent into a furnace. None whatsoever. So. Yes. I’ll be glad when it’s over.
Oh. And I have some consultancy calls with the MoD, my last day. In some ways I’m glad it’s over. Although, with 8 people to talk to tomorrow, I sense that many of the team still get something from our discussions. We’ll see.
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please stay safe
