Short and Sweet

By Joy Mutter

My last blog on this site was far too long, so you’ll be pleased to hear I intend to keep this brief. ‘Fat chance,’ I hear you say. I’m tempted to stop now so you can carry on with your WIPs, read a book, work your guts out, watch telly, or just gaze into space scratching your belly, all activities more worthwhile than reading my words. This is where you’re supposed to say, ‘Please, don’t stop now, Joy. What have you got to say for yourself?’

Well, I’ve recently restarted writing my two WIPS after six weeks of proofreading six books for an illustrious author in this group. As much as I enjoyed reading her books and the editing process, I’m eager to finish my two thrillers, Nuru and his Crows, and The Storms of Brentwood, plus a couple of other projects. I’ve edited about twenty books for other authors but have never advertised these services. They’ve come about by chance. Yesterday, I agreed to edit another of Colin Garrow’s books. He and I have a reciprocal arrangement, so no money changes hands when we edit each other’s books. The arrangement has been working well for several years.

I’ve almost completed the first draft of Nuru and His Crows and over halfway through writing the first draft of The Storms of Brentwood. I should also be editing the two novellas I wrote during NaNoWriMo 2020, but it might be more sensible to write another novella during this year’s challenge and publish all three novellas in one book. The third novella I wrote in last year’s NaNoWriMo has morphed from 20,000 words into the 275,000 words of Nuru And His Crows. The genre has also changed as there were no talking crows, African witch doctors or magical realism in the original novella. 

On the 27th of April at 9 am, if you’re extremely unlucky, you might see me being interviewed live on YouTube by author Vince Stevenson for Boomers on Books. I will be discussing my paranormal thriller, The Hostile, the first book of The Hostile series. I’ll also touch on some of my other books during the hour-long conversation. It’s a shame I can’t get a haircut, highlights, and lose five stone before then. 

Like many people, lockdown has done me no favours, physically. I became type 2 diabetic last month and have been put on yet more tablets. I’m beginning to rattle now I take eight pills a day for my various ailments. My GP told me I’ve always had a fifty percent chance of getting the condition as my father became diabetic in his later years. I immediately decided to cut out all alcohol, not that I was ever a heavy drinker, but I’d habitually drunk a glass of Baileys or port before every evening meal and a small glass of wine afterwards. A throwback to my hectic schedule before my recent retirement. I used to need a little pick-me-up in the evenings but now I don’t. Despite having performed that ritual for decades, I’ve found it easy to stop and have been teetotal for a month. I also go to bed much earlier to avoid nibbling evening snacks, so hopefully I’ll see off diabetes. 

Let’s hope I don’t make a total hash of my imminent live author interview. Those of you who know me also know I’m prone to oversharing, so you’ll be aware embarrassment is possible, even probable. I might survive unscathed if I imagine my 91-year-old mother is listening. We shall see. This time tomorrow, if my internet connection behaves, it will all be over. 

Hmm. This blog post isn’t as short as I’d hoped it would be. ‘Told you so,’ I hear you all shout.

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