I bought Stuart MacBride’s first and sixth novels (Cold Granite and Dark Blood) bundled together at Costco about a month ago. I’ve since purchased his second novel (Dying Light) and his other two currently out are on my wish list at amazon.ca. On the reading front, I’m well into Dying Light and enjoying every word of it.
I’ve ordered books from Amazon.co.uk on occasion and get recommendations from them on an ongoing basis. Well, this morning I received their current recommendations and if it wasn’t the full set of Stuart MacBride books and there’s a seventh one (hardcover) available for pre-order!
I wish there would have been someone at home when the e-mail came in to share the irony of it all with. I did forward the e-mail to my girlfriend with the same subject as this post. So far I’ve not heard back from her. Maybe she’s still rolling about on the floor in fits of laughter?
I’m still not on Facebook and I don’t tweet but I’ve taken the plunge and bought a BlackBerry – a Bold 9700! I ordered it yesterday from my mobile phone carrier and with any luck, it will be delivered to me at my place of work tomorrow! Woo Hoo! I’m so excited… I’m all a-flutter!
I had my bi-weekly appointment to get my nails done yesterday morning so took a book along with me. Usually, whenever I take anything to read, I’m in right away and don’t get the chance.
Yesterday was different. I got to read for the better part of half an hour. Yeah!!! I took Stuart MacBride’s second novel Dying Light with me. I wasn’t entirely sure if each book was a “stand alone” or how much, if any, reference there would be to his previous novel and would I be lost. There were a few references to the case in the first book but that was about it. Not enough to confuse things. So Stuart will likely be coming to work with me every day this week so I can finish reading it.
Who knows, there might even be some inspiration or something that will trigger my ideas for my writing that are stuck up in the gray matter and get them flowing, rather than just percolating.
I didn’t get as many words written yesterday as I was hoping for. Less than 1000. The good thing is, the ideas are percolating away up in the gray matter so now it’s just a matter of time to get them from there out my finger tips and onto “paper”.
As much as I love creating the podcasts for my website, I’m taking a hiatus. It takes a long time to come up with the idea, see it through to a publishable product, record and upload it. All time that I could be spent getting through the current rewrite of my first manuscript.
I need to concentrate my efforts on that. It’s certainly not going to publish itself and if I don’t submit it, there’s no chance of publication so I’ve got to get on track and back to work on it.
I promise there will be more podcasts in the future… maybe just some random readings of short (flash) fiction but I’ll be back. Please bear with me and wish me well during my absence.
In the meantime, I’ll try to post any triumphs I have on the writing front. Even if it’s just how many words I managed to write in a given day.
When I went out this morning to put a bottle in the recycling, a huge cloud behind my neighbour’s across the street and the church at the corner was backlit by the rising sun. At that instant, it was gorgeous. I dashed back into the house and upstairs to grab my camera.
By the time I got back outside, the light had changed so much the cloud didn’t look nearly so dramatic. Here’s the photo I managed to get. Too bad the wires are in it. If I was a bit more adept at PhotoShop, I would get rid of them. Well, not so much the adept part, I can be pretty handy with that software. It’s more finding the time to sit down and do it.
In a very short time, as in a week from this coming Saturday, I’ll be taking in my first Scene of the Crime mystery writers’ festival on Wolfe Island. Now that I can see it on my calendar, I’m even more excited!
Taking in a morning workshop on point of view. I’m not familiar with the presenter but one of the gals I’m going with is. We’re all excited about it.
I had a rather productive day on the writing front, even though my wi-fi wouldn’t/couldn’t connect to the Internet. I settled in after lunch and throughout the course of the afternoon managed to write between 1100 and 1200 words. A complete new scene. And I inserted a previously written scene into where I wanted it to reside in the grand scheme of things with a few revisions.
I need to do some research before I can continue with the scene I wrote today. So… off to check a few things out.
I finished reading Cold Granite yesterday. An excellent read. I can relate to the portrayal of winter time in Aberdeen. I’ve only been in the city on three occasions – all in the autumn – and it was cold and drizzled rain on the two latter ones. The first time, I only went from the bus station to the nearby bus stop to make my way out to the airport. It was sunny on that October day but mighty cold. Stuart didn’t exaggerate the icy wind coming in off the North Sea and chilling you to the bone. Add some moisture and you become a human icicle.
On our last trip into Aberdeen by train from where we were staying, we took at wrong turning when we got to Market St and I’m 99 44/100% certain we were in the red-light district mentioned in Stuart’s novel. Glad it was daytime. It was pretty scary not to mention cold. The sun actually shone for a wee bit but it was only a flash in the pan. In no time, it clouded over and drizzled. Dreich day for sure.
Call me a glutton for punishment but I want to be in Aberdeen in the winter. I want to be there for the Christmas lights switch-on and its related festivities, the Christmas tree lighting at the Castlegate, and the big Hogmanay party.
And on that note, Dying Light is next on my must read list of Stuart’s work.
Very soon, I’ll be heading down town to the local farmers’ market. According to the weather network and the local paper’s website, it’s only 9C out there. Looks like I’ll be dressing a bit warmer than I originally planned. I think long pants will be the order of the day, not shorts. Maybe even a jacket or sweater.
My Scottish roots and writing by Melanie Robertson-King
