Sweden, the cold chatter of birdsong as it echoes through silent skies. Elliott's first birthday party, the reason for our trip, is now a distant memory, and he grows in size and ability by the hour. He must be a Midwich Cuckoo. I built a section of stone wall from the coloured volcanic rocks that is everywhere present, and have been able to observe jays and a woodpecker up close.
I have also managed to complete the revisions to the book, thanks to the magic of memory sticks. Now to print the copies for my volunteer readers. And then to seek a publisher, the blockbuster nature of the project being of bank-busting proportions for an outfit like Turn Up.
Sun shines on the righteous today, but we've had snow.
I should record that this is the first 'field entry' I have yet managed for the blog. Contemplate that one if you will.
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Hi Nick - Can I be your proof reader please? You know how pedantic I am about spellin, grammer and stuff! I have a new mate - Catherine, who is keen to present some of her poetry at the Prince of Wales so let me know when you are back in Blighty and we can make a date to totter up the cobbled street....
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Hi Bronwen. Yes, I think I can take you up on that. The stage now is that I have three readers who will comment on it as it stands. After that I will undoubtedly want to amend and reconsider. Once I've done that a good bit of solid proofing would be a good idea.
ReplyDeleteThe Prince has their annual poetry night on the Wednesday of the poetry festival and I plan to be there - in the first week of July - so I would be interested to see you and your mate Catherine. They don't have poetry at other times. although you could get away with one on a music night probably.