I’ve come to that stage after six years of blogging. Days pass, then a week or so, and I still haven’t blogged.  Increasingly, I’m finding it almost impossible to know what to blog about.  Some people say, just blog about how you feel – but that can get boring, right?

This year, I’ve concentrated on music, writing and languages, and have had less time to blog.  I’ve done several classical piano recordings and now have over an hour of so-called air time. I like to think of these as professional recordings, but in actual fact they’re semi-professional. At present, I’m working on the next step: distributing the music.  YouTube?  SoundCloud?  These are fine, but at some point, I need to make an actual physical disc of the music and get it out there.

For now, here is my rendition of Chopin’s Raindrop Prelude.



The title says it all. Summer has ended and autumn has come with greyness and a dip in temperature.

Another cycle. I’ve polished the latest manuscript of my novel, having taken professional advice, and have sent it out again. The waiting begins.

The above might sound contradictory, but exactly two weeks after dislocating my right knee, I managed to power walk for a whole fifteen minutes without any problems.  A mate had organised a night out in a Highgate pub.  I looked up the times of the buses on my London Bus Checker App and saw that no buses were due (sort of forgotten about the roads works on the Great North Road). Since I didn’t want to miss the evening, I decided to walk there through Highgate Woods.

All went to plan.  I’m grateful to a recently retired GP friend of mine who gave the following advice shortly after I dislocated the knee: need to keep using it – gentle exercise- otherwise it will tense up.

I flopped down on the bed on Friday afternoon to finish reading a book and suddenly my right leg twisted, I heard a snap or bang, the knee went into a spasm and I felt a sharp pain. The knee locked and I ended up ringing a medical friend who came round to look at it a couple of hours later.  I can walk on it, but the joint feels sore. My GP’s given me codeine, but I don’t think I want to take this.

So out of action again for a while.

I got a new laptop at the weekend and went home, eager to get everything running well. I’ve always considered myself a bit of an expert with PC troubleshooting, but nothing could have prepared me for the new Windows interface. I found it completely baffling in every way.

Worse, I couldn’t get Office installed because of no internet connection and I had to use my Android Tablet as a tethering point the following day to activate Office and activate the current version of Windows.

I also installed Total Security 360 and did a full hour and ten minute scan yesterday.

The problems began shortly after that. The security programs went into wild mode.  They would let me connect to MSN, but kept denying access to all browser activity, including WiFi.

Eventually, I switched off the PC in a rage and tried again.  Same problem, although I could access one of the Wifi pages at least. This morning, I tried again from a café, and then again from a library.

I am now connected.

The writer’s job seems never ending.  There is always room for improvement, a reason for cutting a particular section that adds nothing to a story, an opportunity for taking a scene further.

I’ve recently completed another draft of my novel. I took editorial advice and implemented most of the changes suggested, then went through the manuscript to tie up the loose ends, and I have to admit that ruthless editing has its own problems.  The story improves, but sometimes leftovers from previous drafts clash with the new structure, creating a sense of cut and paste.  The new edit then requires another edit to polish the story, and then probably another to catch it from a fresh angle.  And then an agent or editor in a publishing house might suggest another edit or two.

Goes on and on.

Brief Summer Break

Not around for a little while.  Back soon.


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