Archive | January 2014

Comparing Colours

crucial11  There has been with the publication of my novel. The paperback copy of the book arrived last week. I was thrilled to finally see my novel in a tangible form. The book looked great and had a nice feel to it but… I thought the version of the front cover I had approved was the one to the right. On it you can clearly read the words a novel etc. However on the front of the paperback the colour was rather darker and the word a was invisible. It seems I agreed to this some time ago before the final cover spread was prepared for printing.

I was sure the version I had accepted was this one but if you look back to my post called Cover Spread you can see, just, the difference. I just could not let it stay with such a bad mistake. Fortunately as I have opted for print on demand it can be corrected and the final version will have all the words visible if partly obscured.

The mistake shows two problems, one is trying to compare colours on the computer. Even if you print a copy, as I did, there can be differences in the depth of colour because of the different printer and ink levels. The other is the ability we all have to read a sentence or even a paragraph when part of the letters are concealed. I have learnt a lesson that one needs to be extra careful when agreeing to any part of the process that turns a manuscript into a book.

Burglars commit spate of plate thefts

At the last meeting of Chudleigh Writers’ Group we each selected a headline from a newspaper and wrote a short story bases on the headline. I worked on the above and produced this.

‘Where shall we go next,’ said Ada, as she poured a cup of tea from a white Doulton tea pot.It was one of her favourite’s, it was such an elegant shape enhanced by a thin line of decoration in green and gold.images Fortnums
‘I’m not sure,’ replied Elsie, crumbling a piece of fruit cake onto a plate bearing the crest of the Imperial Hotel Torquay. ‘We’ve done Burgh Island, Tresanton, that place in Penzance and the Royal in Jersey.’
Neither of them spoke for a few seconds, until Ada said, ‘You know I’d quite like to go up to London. Have a bit of adventure. There’s the Ritz, the Savoy…’ She paused while she thought of other hotels. ‘Brown’s. Isn’t that the place the Middletons’ stayed before the wedding? Lovely wasn’t it?’

‘What Brown’s? Have you been there?’

‘No, the wedding. I do like a good cry. And now there’s George. Sweet.’

‘Really Ada, pull yourself together. We’re trying to plan a serious raid on some of the top hotels in London; not going on a tourist trip. We need to do more than three. What about the Dorchester, Rubens and then there’s Park Lane.’

‘I don’t think I can eat that much cake.’

‘Surely you can two in an afternoon. If we go up by train one Tuesday, better to do mid-week I think. We could do two that afternoon. A bit of  retail therapy … hang on what about plates from Harrods.’

‘Elsie, that’s brilliant. There’s Selfridges and  Fortnum and Mason. Oh Fortnum’s, one of my favourites. It’s where I met Harold.

‘I didn’t know that. One of those ‘Brief Encounter’ moments in the tearoom?’

‘No, no, he was the lift attendant. We got stuck in the lift. Then he said he’d better make an honest women of me.

Elsie raised her eyebrows at the thought of hanky panky in the lift at Fortnum’s. ‘Back to our trip to the big city. Harrods first morning, two hotels in the afternoon. Then Selfridges for coffee, two more hotels after lunch. Fortnum’s just before we catch the train back. Quite a trip, two nights in London; train fares…you do have a railcard Ada?’

‘Yes, yes. We’ll need to dress up a bit. Perhaps we could do a musical as well. Make a real expedition of it.’

Elsie wasn’t paying attention. ‘We’ll need quite capacious handbags; three plates as well as purses, make-up and what ever other rubbish you normally carry.’

‘Not just me. You have all sorts of things in your handbag. Have you still got that fur, Elsie? You could wear that.’

‘I’m not sure. I have a nice coat I bought in Jaeger. In the sale mind you and it was ten years ago. Well retro’s in fashion isn’t it?’

She wasn’t expecting an answer.

‘It’s the bags I’m worried about. We’ve used shoppers and beach bags before. Can’t go to the Ritz in flip flops and carrying a beach bag. I don’t think I’ve got a leather bag big enough, Elsie.’

‘We’ll have to  try the charity shops if we haven’t got anything in our wardrobes. This raid is taking some planning. We’ll have to book a table at the Ritz, I wonder how far ahead that will be. Still a few months will give us time for meticulous planning, getting our disguises in place. I’ll telephone now, shall I.’

‘Yes do,’ said Ada, sipping from her cup of tea.

Winter Writing Retreat

Just returned from Abbey Dore Court in Herefordshire after attending a great weekend with a group of women writers on a retreat led by Lucy English and Rachel Bentham. Operating as Wordsmiths they had organised workshops, tutorials and discussions on writing and in particular on women’s attitudes to writing. The group comprised writers at all levels, but what a talented lot they were. Novels with great characters and covering many genres, including historical, crime, modern feminine. We acted out dialogue we’d written – we were really good at arguing in fiction.

We ate meals round the huge mahogany table in the dining room, had breakfast, mid morning coffee and afternoon tea snuggled round a light blue Aga, and finished the evenings round the wood burner in a former ballroom. We talked, played Actuality and read out our work.

Abbey Dore Court is a large quirky house close to the remains of Dore Abbey. A great place to hold a writers retreat. See http://www.thewordsmiths.org

Cover Spread

I have now reached the last stage in the preparation of my novel for publication. This week I have finally approved the cover spread; that’s the front and back cover and the spine. I say finally because initially not only was the word crucial Cover Spreadmisspelt on the spine, but the designer was working on the basis that the novel was 250 pages whilst my printer’s proof was 350. I was puzzled by that, as I had assumed the proof was what it said it was and the novel would look like the copy I had. I realised as well, that if the width of the spine had been calculated on 250 pages rather than 350, then it wasn’t big enough. After a flurry of emails the cover designer acknowledged he had got the page count wrong and the width of the spine enlarged.

The next stage will be a copy of the book for me to approve before it is officially published. I’m hoping to have a launch party in London sometime in February.