every day I lie a little

Preston is My Paris

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 22:07:00 +0000

I like this blog and magazine.

I like this article about the blog and magazine.

Preston is My Paris.

Top Banana!

Detecting

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 21:33:00 +0000

The reason I want to write a detective novel:

They are about finding things out. I try to avoid using words like epistemological on this blog, as I'm fairly unsure of the spelling and I wonder sometimes if words like that don't mean exactly what I think they mean. You wouldn't want to look like a wally, would you?

There are always a couple of stories. The event, which is the murder or the stealing or whathaveyou. Which is often not really there - sort of between the lines. And then the actual story, which is the uncovering.

Like unreliable narrators have two stories - what they think they mean, and what you think they mean. And the magic of how the other story gets in there, when you haven't used words to write it at all.

Ping!

And the way you can monkey about with the detective form. The not-finding out. The impossibility of finding things out. Of knowing things.

I think that's a regular theme with me. The Annie book is really about the impossibility of knowing someone else, because we only have words to touch each other with, and they're not very good for that. And Cold Light is, I realise now I'm reading through my almost final draft and cursing the typos and the awkward sentences and the non-nonsensical things I've made my characters say now and again, sort of about the same thing - I've been reading Elizabeth Loftus and there's something coming out in this book that I already knew. Our memories aren't the way that books with flashbacks in pretend they are at all. And still I like to write books with flashbacks in.

I don't think it is possible to find things out. To know things. Not by interrogating other people, or ourselves, or the past. The evidence is unreliable.

So why not write a detective novel?

Blog Blog Blog

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 09:57:00 +0000

Yesterday I was at the Writers' Toolkit - a networking conference in Birmingham run jointly by WritingWest Midlands and the Birmingham Book Festival. I'd been invited to go and speak on a panel about social networking for writers. This makes the Ashworth household laugh, as I'm famous for my lack of social skills.

That makes it sound like I don't know when my flies are open and dribble when I talk, swear inappropriately, stutter, smell occasionally and insult people without meaning to. Yes, I do some of these things but really I meant I am shy, I don't like parties, I hardly ever march up to people I don't know and do a bit of networking on them, and I only leave the house to make the five minute walk to the office where I work, pay cheques into my bank, or buy food. So being asked to do a panel discussion on social networking has been the cause of much hilarity in this household.

(Not as much, it has to be said, as the very nice Guardian quotation about killing for a comic gift... especially as my favourite joke is the one about the baker and the brown hands... not sophisticated at all)

All the secrets are coming out today.

So. Networking conference. I didn't as much network, as chat to other writers about blogging and answer questions and maybe alay a few fears that all blogs are inane witterings about what the writer had for tea that night (stew done in my slow-cooker and not the oven because the glass panel in the door broke weeks ago and we're crap in this house, we really are) or the dull intricacies of their love life (pass).

Or maybe not.

I talked about why I liked blogging - which is because writing here lets me play around with the same ideas and themes as I do in my novel and short story writing (identity, persona, narrating the self, autobiography, creative non fiction and lying...) but the gratification is instant (no waiting for editors or agents - I publish when I like by clicking that little orange button) and the community of writers and readers it makes me feel a part of, and the special bloggers I've met that have helped me understand my own writing identity and the way it has often led on to other kinds of work.

And then I talked a bit about the things I didn't like about blogging. About the way the instant gratification can make you publish things that are ill-drafted, badly thought out, expose too much of your own story, other people's stories. About stalkers. About the cliques and in the in-crowds. The dull, repetitive dailyness of the thing. The pseudo-detached, ironic, not caring style we're all supposed to have, because we're Generation Y, we're bored, we're cool, we're too nervous and alienated to be friends with anyone and we like it that way. The inanity. The way the girls aren't in the club. The way you'll meet people at readings who feel like they know you and the way you're not allowed to be irritated about that because you're the one whose pasted this all up on the tinterwebs.

On balance, I like blogging better than I don't like it. I think that came across. I'm also a convert to networking conferences, although I thought it wouldn't be my sort of thing, I was wrong. I got to meet Jo Bell again and have lunch with my editor and chat to Helen Cross who is almost converted to blogging now, and even though it rained and rained and rained and my train was delayed and I was incoherent with exhaustion by the time I got home, I was glad I went.

Ace!

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:58:00 +0000

I want to write a detective novel. I'm really excited about it. Can't start yet, but I can feel it brewing.

Okay, okay...

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 10:35:00 +0000

I knew I wasn't really going to get away with not posting a picture... no shoe shots as yet, so this one will have to do for the time being. If you look really carefully, you can see a plastic cat. Carrot cake from the Co-Op in Whitby, and people by Playmobile. Lovingly decorated twenty minutes before lift-off by me and Small Fry.

The next time I get married, I'm going to have this cake though. Not to eat, just to hold on my knee and talk to. Look how completely Top Banana it is.

Annie over-the-water

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 09:53:00 +0000

I thought I was a bit bored of the Annie-book, but I'm excited again now. I like this cover very much. Europa Editions is a New-York publisher that specialises in making literary novels, crime novels and high-end noir from Europe available in the US.

Top Banana!

Top glass-against-the-wall!

Ace!

Post-Novel

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 08:14:00 +0000

I'm home again, with a bit of the anti-climatic feeling you always get after a very nice holiday which included kippers, Dracula, the Vampire Prawns, scrambling up a rock face in wellies and a wedding dress, and lots of lazing about reading.

I was so busy before the holiday: scrambling to finish the last chapter of Cold Light and rewrite the final scenes in the light of some last minute research I did about water cooled power stations and their effect on sea-temperature, that coming back from Whitby to my bomb-site desk with its row of mouldy mugs and keyboard decorated with orange peel feels a bit like waking up from a dream.

Here are some of the things I was too busy to tell you about before I went away.

An article in the Swedish Daily News about Annie and me.

Writing an introduction for the anthology 'Mostly Truthful' published by Flax, available to read on-line and featuring the work of North-West writers Katherine Woodfine, Jane Routh, Adrian Slatcher and Kate Feld.

Getting a sneak preview of the U.S book cover for A Kind of Intimacy - appearing on this blog very soon.

Being an on-line writer in residence and teaching creative writing workshops in libraries across Lancashire for the Learning Festival Revolution - including one workshop in Lancashire Record Office where we used old Wanted Posters as prompts and inspirations for writing. if you're from Lancashire, you can join in. Click on the link and tell me a story.

Here are some of the things I'll be doing during November:

Planning a creative writing project working with prisoners starting very soon. Can't say more about this yet, but it is one of the most exciting things I'm doing with my time right now and I can't wait to get going with it.

Planning, with my mentor, how I'm going to spend my time next year. Am I going to be a full-time writer forever? What kinds of things do I need to do to earn money? What sort of projects do I like doing best? How do I go about getting the kind of work that I want, and still being able to write and have time with the SmallFry? How much time do I want to spend writing novels and stories, and how much time do I want to spend working outside my house?

Since I left the prison in August, I've been saying yes to almost everything because I want the experience and I want to find out what sort of work I enjoy doing, and what I'm good at (and no good at). I've been very, very lucky in that I've had more work than I know what to do with and have still had to turn down a few things. Now I want to start choosing what I do more carefully.

And of course, I'll be writing down all those post-sending-the-novel-to-be-looked-at niggles and too-late ideas for the next edit I'll no doubt be doing very late this year or early next.

I'm kicking myself that I forgot to put the knitted dog into the last chapter.

The New Leaf (if not new shoes)

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 12:45:00 +0000

Thanks to the miracle of blog scheduling, when you read this, I'll be in the process of signing paperwork and getting married!

<-- those aren't my shoes and it certainly isn't my dress. At the time I'm writing, I don't have shoes. The Mr has said so long as my novel is finished it doesn't matter what kind of shoes I wear (possibly because he hasn't got any shoes either - and Small Fry... nope, she's wearing plastic high-heels or Pepper Pig Wellies, depending on the weather). I may have swapped a shopping trip for a last minute edit of the final chapter. It's Whitby Goth Weekend. Maybe I can pick something fetching up while I'm there. I'll let you know how I get on.

This blog has turned into a boring list of the promotional engagements I'll be doing, or have done. After I get back from Whitby I promise to be more interesting, in deeply interesting ways. Or I will lie a bit more about the things I get up to. I'm hoping to spend November reading books, watching films, catching up on the hoovering, putting receipts in date order, sleeping, waiting for feedback on Cold Light, teaching some workshops, sleeping some more, worrying about Cold Light and helping the cat to forgive me after leaving her for a week... I'm sure there'll be some interesting blog-fodder in amongst that lot.

In Two Minds

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 19:33:00 +0000

Today, I am missing working in the prison very much. I wonder about lots of my borrowers and hope they are getting on okay. There are also projects and missions in the prison that I worked really hard on, and I want to know they are getting on okay without me. There are jobs in the library that I really liked doing, like helping the men taking Open University courses get the right books and periodicals for their essays, and showing them the right way to do references, and making cups of tea for the creative writing group, and overhearing the odd mucky joke on the landings...

A couple of weeks ago I had lunch with my friend Jane who still works in the prison, teaching the prisoners creative writing and helping to edit the prison magazine. We worked together closely because there was a bit of overlap in our jobs, and because I was nosey and liked to know what all the prisoners were writing. She reminded me of some of the things I didn't like about working in the prison, but it didn't help. I am remembering, like I always do, with rose-coloured lenses - whatever that means.

It would be good if there were two Jenns. One could be a writer, and sit on her own all day and write Cold Light and the Next One (the Ravensglass one) and the one after that. And one could be the Out In The World Jenn and do the Word Soups and the Interviews and the Literary Festivals. And one could be the lazy Jenn and stay in bed and sulk and tremble and dream. One could do the mothering and the standing outside the school gates nodding and the selection of suitable outfits for PTFA and the ironing in of school labels and the not putting petrol in the diesel car. And one Jenn to stay in bed with tea and oranges and read solidly, forever. And one Jenn would definitely work in the prison, talking to the men there about books and reading and writing and working hard, and pretending not to understand the occasional off-colour joke that I might have heard...

That's more than one Jenn. A whole army of deputy Jenns then, all with 24 hours of their own and no need to eat and sleep. Some of them, like the writing Jenn, would just be hard-drives and typing fingers and that would be ace. Some of them, like the PTFA and the sewing-in-name-labels Jenn would be brainless Jenns, so they could go half and half I suppose, and reduce the total.

I am going to have to stay alive until I am a hundred and fifty years old.

The Fleetwood Assassin

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 21:15:00 +0000

I did loads of research for the Annie-book, and I knew about the Fleetwood Assassin already. But something made me remember her again.

I think she's my hero.

Sad

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 19:57:00 +0000

I'm feeling very sad today. I'm not sure what kind of sad it is. I have a free-floating kind of sad that comes and goes without any reason and usually means I just need to eat and sleep and be on my own and stop working and talking for a day. That's the usual sad. So usual it's almost like a friend and usually I am well in charge of that kind of sad. I know not to try chatting or doing the telephone or meeting people I don't know. This is not that kind of sad. It feels like empty hands and an empty mouth, or realising you've forgotten what you're looking for when you're in the middle of turning the house upside down, or driving past a place or smelling a smell that triggers a feeling without a memory attached to it. Like being hungry, or the nagging feeling that when you go to bed you've forgotten to make the pack-lunches or count out the dinner money or put petrol, no DIESEL in the car. Something out of place and not there. Like when I moved house, but my old house was on the same street at the new house, but the other side, which meant when I walked up the stairs to go to bed I always turned left, which used to be right, but now I had to turn right and it is the mirror image and you bump your nose (that one is in the Annie book too). Like rooting about for the nice smell and the warm bit in the bed. This kind of sad is the kind that lets me know there is something missing and usually it makes me want to do writing, to invent the thing that isn't there, to make it up, to find out what it is that I'm remembering without seeing. Oh dear. Looks like it's time for the Ravensglass novel. But not until after Whitby and a decent rest. My wrists are in agony with all the writing I've been doing, I don't reckon I could start again so soon.

"Click Thru"

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 21:06:00 +0000

I'm constantly updating the sidebar with news about readings, creative writing courses, Word Soups and bank-robberies, so for those of you who check out this blog in a reader - click through once in a while, why don't you?

Nearly There!

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 08:53:00 +0000

Less than a week to go! This getting very near finishing the novel is exciting. If you'd like a sneak preview of what I've been doing with myself, you can read an extract of Cold Light here - it's a chapter from the first third of the novel, and I've called it 'Same Old'.

The editor of The Manchester Review, the poet John McAuliffe, told me that in the extract, Lola makes 'whole family' sound like a swear-word. There isn't, I don't think, any other way to say those words.

Other interesting things this month included the third meeting with my mentor. We talked a lot about my characters, and their motivations for doing the things they do. I have a very self-absorbed first person narrator, but I didn't want her lack of interest in the people around her to mean that the other characters in the novel were pale and insubstantial. Working that out took a few long conversations and some fairly brutal rewriting - but I think I'm nearly there now.

We also talked about where to go next - and what to do once I'm finished with Cold Light. I have an idea for another novel, and some ideas for ways to make money while I write it - but I can't have a mentor forever. I need to figure out a method for writing and living as a writer where I can hold my own hand through the tough bits and cheer myself on when it is crap and also give myself the much needed kicks up the arse, when needed. I've already learned some good techniques for managing my time and working out how to do a really, really big project without going mad, so I'm sure I'll work this out too.

I wish Creative Writing MA courses covered this kind of thing. I should probably write an extra module...

I've been doing lots of outsidey things this month too. Readings at the Chester Literary Festival and the Liverpool Chapter and Verse festival at the very swish Bluecoats. An interview with a Swedish journalist and creative writing workshops in Morecambe and Freckleton as part of the Lancashire Library Service's Adult Learning Festival. A Special Word Soup for National Poetry Day in Blackpool, and planning another one which will be tomorrow, in Preston - and specially Spooky for Halloween.

If you feel like seeing Jenn in the flesh, I'll be reading (again, from Cold Light) at the Manchester Blog Awards on Wednesday, at Lancaster Literature Festival on Friday and at the Birmingham Literature Festival on Saturday. In-between, I'll be sleeping and frantically writing.

And buying wedding shoes...

Failed Novels + Tiny Stories

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 07:17:00 +0000

I read this, this morning, and it got me out of a foul mood that has been simmering for about a week. I've also been enjoying the short short stories Emma Lannie has been writing during her September project.

I'm sick of my novel. SICK, I tell you. Oh well, back to the coal face. I don't have a break scheduled in for another three weeks.

Not The Booker

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 11:02:00 +0000

If anyone would like to vote for A Kind of Intimacy in the final stage of the Guardian's Not The Booker Prize thingy, you can do it by clicking here. It's a free for all over there! :)

Heckled by Guinea Pigs

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 19:54:00 +0000

September was a fairly quiet month - working mainly on the novel with the help of my mentor who has BROKEN my addiction to twitter and Facebook, and all for the good of the work as the pace is cracking along nicely now.

This month's session involved drawing a really big graph with highlighter pens and mapping the arcs of the two main stories in the novel. The 'across' axis was time - and that was easy enough. This novel has two quite well defined time-scales - six weeks in 1998 and one night in 2008.The 'upwards' axis was 'drama' or 'excitingness'. I've read about these kind of tasks in creative writing books before, and always been a bit dubious about them - but when in the midst of editing and mired in choosing exactly the right word, getting a visual grasp of the bigger picture really helped.

The only problem is that I still need to find some kind of quantitative measure for the upwards axis. What do we measure dramatic interest in? I've called it 'good antics' but I want to find something better before my next appointment. I think that's called procrastinating.

My only trip out was to the village of Waverton, in Cheshire. I've done lots of readings now, but this was a special one and is probably going to turn out to be one of my favourites. Several years ago, Gwen and Wendy in Waverton decided to get all the bookworms in their village together to read lots and lots of debut novels, decide which one was best, and give it a prize. They meet up several times during the course of the pre-prize reading to discuss the books - and sometimes they're kind enough to invite these debut novelists along to plug their work.

The reading itself went well - disturbed only my some very rude heckling from a pair of guinea-pigs that shared the school assembly hall with us. I don't think they liked Annie much, but after they were wheeled away to the peace and quiet of a darkened classroom, we got onto the questions and I had a lively discussion with the audience about Annie, my writing process, unreliable narrators, fitting writing in with mothering, creative writing courses, teaching and blogging.

The list of books the Waverton readers will be working through this year is very long - sixty-three novels were eligible for the prize, and arrived in crates and boxes and bags for the audience to look at and pick out what they fancied to read and report on for the next meeting. Previous winners of the Waverton Good Read award include Jonathan Trigell and Mark Haddon - here's hoping Annie will take their fancy.

So September was fairly quiet, and October is going to be frantic. I need to finish this draft of the novel, do a heap of festivals (you can read a bit about Lancaster Litfest from Sarah Hymas by clicking here - she seemed to like Annie a bit more than those guinea pigs did) keep up with the freelance work and be nurturing and motherly towards Small Fry and Him Indoors, who have both started new terms this month and are bound to come down with Fresher's / Reception Flu at some point over the next couple of weeks.

It's all going to be packed in extra tight because I have only three weeks to work in October. On the 24th, I'm off on my holidays to Whitby (what is it with me and sea-side towns?) and while I'm there

I'll be getting married... and I don't even have any shoes yet.

Review

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 08:48:00 +0000

Here's a link to another review of A Kind of Intimacy - this one comes all the way from Australia via the Dymocks Warringah Mall blog.

I forget readers in Australia can get it. I think it's available in the US now too.

Mad.

Interview

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 09:40:00 +0000

Here's a link to an interview that I did with Sara Beadle, the Director of the Birmingham Book Festival. I'm going to be reading there late next month. Looking forward to it already!

Nostalgia

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 18:50:00 +0000

I have been trying to remember the kinds of things that I did in 1998. I am interested in what fourteen year olds spent their time doing in 1998. It's too cold to go outside much. 1998 was the year I left school.

I remember watching Blockbusters and Countdown a lot (this might have been earlier), and hanging out in parks. I remember there was a Yellow Pages advert that had the Kinks song 'Days' on it, and then later, shopping in TJ Hughes with my mum, I saw a tape of the Kinks greatest hits for £2.99 which I bought. It had a red cover, which I lost. I remember having a few hamsters. There was Dawson's Creek, I think - although that might have been the year later.

Someone in our house really liked the Spice Girls, although I don't think it was me. I remember reading (and going mad over) a set of books called The Fabled Lands which were the best kind of adventure game book ever. I was friends with a man who was writing a role-playing game set in Ancient Rome and his partner taught me how to make beaded bracelets on a loom with a curved needle. I remember trying smoking, and hiding the fags in a little wooden box at the back of my wardrobe. I think I was temporarily into Marilyn Manson - certainly when I was asked what 'treat' I'd like for passing my GCSE's, I asked for (and got) Mechanical Animals. There was some sort of white chocolate spread that I ate a lot. I didn't like Buffy The Vampire Slayer but I liked Third Rock from the Sun.

One more thing to do in September is read a full year's worth of diary entries from 1998. I've got the box down from our upstairs cupboard. It's going to be horrific.

Brain Food

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 18:42:00 +0000

Here is a list of the books I've read in the last month.

Richard Yates: Revolutionary Road
Sebastian Faulks: Engleby
Banana Yoshimoto: Lizard
Yaba Badoe: True Murder
David Ebershoff: The 19th Wife

Here is a list of things I want to find out during September:

The correct names for parts of boats
Rates of decomposition in corpses and things that affect this
Average sea temperature in Morecambe Bay
Procedure at a press conference
Procedures when casting and filming crime reconstruction videos

Research and Research Assistant

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Wed, 02 Sep 2009 09:29:00 +0000

A most productive day out. Morecambe, Heysham Port, and tea and ice-cream in Heysham Village afterwards. Click on the pictures to make them big.

And this might come in handy too. And this.

Discussion Time

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 14:36:00 +0000

I'm back home safe, you'll be pleased to know. Reading at the Edinburgh International Books Festival was Top Banana. And such a beautiful city. I wish I could have stayed longer. The hotel was pretty swish too. There was even a mini-bar, with mini bars of Green and Blacks (the Small Fry was very appreciative of this, and said I should go away for 'book-fings' more often.) The booksigning afterwards was also very civilised: someone gave me a box of Shortbread in exchange for a signed book. You can't say fairer than that, can you?

A Kind of Intimacy got through the first round of voting for the Not the Booker and is now, along with the other five short-listed novels, up for discussion on the Guardian Books blog. If you've a burning desire to comment on anything you found interesting, or not - about Annie and her antics, then this is the place to do it.

I love and adore the picture Sam Jordison chose to go with his review. It is almost exactly how I imagine Annie's new house to look like. All it is missing is her nice row of ornaments on the windowsill and Lucy's bloody primroses. They're probably there, behind the hedge.

For now, I'm back to the writing schedule. Next on the list of tasks is a day trip to Morecambe this weekend. I've brushed off my cagoule in preparation. I did invite the Mr, but after my last set of day trips to Fleetwood, he's less than keen. Book number three is going to be set somewhere hot and swanky, I think.

On My Travels

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 09:45:00 +0000

A little post before I'm off on the train tomorrow to Edinburgh to read at the Writers' Retreat tomorrow evening, alongside Ray Robinson. I'll be reading from and talking about A Kind of Intimacy and Ray will be reading from his second novel The Man Without. Apparently, the two of us write 'superb and unsettling fiction about damaged individuals and their effect on others.' So now you know.

I'm kind of excited about this one. Would you believe I've never been to Edinburgh before? I'm not going to have time to stay for more than a night because we're in the getting ready for new school and uni terms frenzy here at chez Jenn, but I did manage to bob into the Debenham's sale to get a new dress.

It is spectacular (as was the fact it cost me only 9, yes NINE of your English pounds) and will also be the outfit of choice for Word Soup #5 - not until the 22nd September but already shaping up to be a top night with another great line-up. Ace!

Something else that is exciting is the 2009 Manchester Blog Awards. Can't believe it is that time of year already. I remember last time, short-listed for the Best Writing on a Blog Category and reading a draft extract from Cold Light that had just appeared on my blog. A Kind of Intimacy hadn't even been published yet.

This time, I'm going back as part of the entertainment (which makes it sound like I'm dancing, or telling jokes. Neither of which I've been asked / am able to do.) I could read a bit of A Kind of Intimacy, but I know that lots of people in Manchester have already heard me read it, so I might opt for something different this time. I'm quite excited about Cold Light, so it might be time to give that its first proper outing.

Hmm. Thinks thinks.

Nominations for your favourite blogs can be made via this link. There are several categories, and you can nominate blogs in more than one of them. It isn't a vote, so if your blog has already been nominated (or you've nominated it yourself - it is allowed) then there's no need to get all your friends to do the same. Can't wait to see you all there.

And no, don't ask me about how my shiny new writing schedule is going. When my mentor comes back from her holiday, I am going to be For It. I'm sure she'll have some crazy punishments up her sleeve, but nothing is as bad as the guilt.

Hard At It

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 13:11:00 +0000

I had a day off yesterday - because it was my birthday! Top Banana!

I spent most of the day playing Supermarkets with the Small Fry, and a fairly large portion of it in a bubble bath with a new book. It's nice to be able to take the odd Monday off, but I'll be paying for it on Sunday.

One of the treats I gave myself for my birthday was to turn the computer and telephone off for a full twenty-four hours. I highly recommend it. Although what a nice surprise it was to come back and find this nice review of A Kind of Intimacy on the It's a Crime! blog and the fact that the Annie-book has garnered more than a vote from my mum on the Guardian's Not the Booker Prize voting. The voting is open for another few days, and with 46 books on the list there is bound to be something that takes your fancy.

But no more blogging. The first session with the mentor went excellently well - we talked about managing time, and how to approach a task as unwieldy as finishing a novel. I have a feeling being mentored is going to be good for me. I now have a list of tasks booked into my diary all to do with getting Cold Light neat and tidy. And one of these appointments starts now, with the final editing of a scene I've been avoiding for ages because I am lazy, and it looks like its going to be a tricky one. I'll let you know how I get on.

Please Win Me A Mug

jenn.ashworth@gmail.com (Jenn) — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 12:24:00 +0000

Hee hee.

I just found out I've been long-listed for the Guardian's Not The Booker Prize. Apparently, the winner gets a special Guardian Mug.

You all know how I love my tea, don't you?

Off you go and vote (for me, or other fine books of your choice on the long-list). Voting closes on the 23rd August, so I won't harass you about it too many times before then.