Autumn, Writing, and La Mer Face masks

I can’t believe it is October already. I have held on to summer as long as I could, but I have now given up – stopped shaving my legs – and embraced books, fires, hot chocolate and crisp, cold afternoons. It’s not all bad!

I have spent the last month or so on my book. I wrote around 50,000 words over the summer holiday and was delighted with myself. Then I gave it to Rob – who hates reading and isn’t my target audience – who told me he loved the first chapter (I was delighted!) but the second narrative was crap, and didn’t work at all.

So I then had to spend the last month staying up late and getting up early to re-draft the whole damn thing. Only now am I happy with it but have realised I am just about half way, and there’s a long way to go yet. I’m stuck at the moment. I’ve reached a crucial bit and I know where I want to end up, but can’t work out how to get there. I’ve had to force myself to stop writing so I can sleep on it a bit otherwise I will ruin it.

Arggh It’s horrible. So hard work. Also what is annoying is when I’m into my story I can’t read anyone else’s because either they are really good and and make me think everything I write is shite, or they are so absorbing and different from the atmosphere I am trying to create I have to put them down so they don’t infect my people.

Rob is being brilliant and working his way through my new chapters offering me sound advice. Unfortunately it takes him ages as he is dyslexic so I have to offer him increasingly hedonistic rewards to get him to keep going. The Divine Mr B has also agreed to read what I’ve done, but I keep changing it so the poor man has to keep starting again. I owe him dinner.

Meanwhile the children are being their usual delightful selves. Yesterday Son endeared himself to us all by devising a new plan to get Daughter out of the house in the morning so we aren’t late for school. Now he stands holding his phone gazing at the clock intoning ‘Five minutes left’…. ‘four and a half minutes left.’ then a few minutes later… ‘we are now late by three minutes and 20 seconds…’

It drives Rob and me mad but Daughter’s response is to screech back ‘I don’t care! I don’t care!’ every 30 seconds. So nothing has changed and we don’t arrive any earlier. I just end up screaming at both of them rather than just Daughter.

My big news is, in a fit of extravagance, I somehow wound up at the La Mer (previously creme de la mer) counter of my local department store. I had been given a voucher and thought I’d try some of their tinted moisteriser which had come highly recommended from a friend. (I was still holding onto the last dregs of summer at that point). So once that was purchased the server – a man with eerily looking youthful skin, though he clearly wasn’t youthful – asked if I would like some samples. ‘Of course! I reply – do you even need to ask?’

‘And what were madam’s particular concerns?’ he beams with his tight little face.

So I list them. Extensively. He picks up on ‘face sagging off bones,’ and brightens.

‘I have the perfect thing, madam!’ he exclaims.

He gives me a sample of this

The ‘The Lifting and Firming Mask’, a ‘Leave-on cream mask to help uplift and firm skin’s appearance.’

So I thought, ooh I’ll give that a try. And this is the problem. I put it on and, I am not kidding you, the next morning I looked FIVE YEARS YOUNGER. MAYBE EVEN TEN.

Seriously, my jaw line was tight. The sagging lines around my mouth? Practically disappeared.

I have absolutely no doubt this is some crazy tightening stuff which isn’t actually changing the skin or anything, but it is a hell of a temporary effect.

So what’s the problem?

The problem is it costs ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE POUNDS.

I cannot justify the cost, no matter how incredible it looks… Can I?

Get a sample and see for yourself. I am receiving no money for this by the way. But if they want to send me a jar I am happy to continue singing their praises. In fact I’ll take two.

I also wanted to recommend the Robert Galbraith novels featuring Cormoran Strike. They are excellent, and you may have seen the wonderful TV adaptations on the BBC.

*This is the first one and I was immediately hooked – couldn’t put it down. Of course, I realised later why a debut novelist I’d never heard of wrote so compellingly, but when I first read it I took it at face value.

The whole series so far is centered around a war veteran who has lost his leg and sets up a private detective business. He is accompanied by Robin – a great character, a proper warrior – who struggles to balance her domestic life with her desire to work for Strike with all the dangers attached.

Great writing, gripping plots and engaging characters – highly recommended. I just finished the latest one, Book 4 in the series and it didn’t disappoint.

Going back to the book I am trying to write -which isn’t in the same league as the Galbraith’s of course – I am interested to find how blogging has helped.

I’ve pretty much written an unpublishable novel every year since I was about 12. I then stopped for a bit and started this blog last December. In that time I’ve written 79 posts plus numerous drafts, which I work out is about one every two weeks.

This regular commitment to writing has really improved my writing of fiction elsewhere. This was something I really hadn’t expected. I have much more discipline and getting feedback from readers is also hugely helpful.

I hope to finish the book by the end of the year and then comes that horrid bit of sending it to a million people and waiting for their response. I haven’t had any luck yet, but maybe this one will be it!

I’ll let you know how I get on. I was hoping to get further these last few weeks but as well as being fully back to work, our little one-bedroomed holiday let has caused the following problems:

  1. Fox ate the guest’s food caddy leaving nothing but a chewed handle.
  2. Squirrels ate through some kind of wire so the wifi crashed and died.
  3. The towel rail valve broke – guest not at all happy
  4. The heating stopped working
  5. When the guest ran the shower, puddles seeped into the kitchen.

British Gas sent an engineer for Nos 3&4. Rob took the day off work. Engineer called to ask me for directions. I was in the shower so didn’t hear the phone. Engineer decided not to text or leave a message, just contacted Head Office to say ‘can’t find the place – so have cancelled appointment.’

Rob is livid.

This all happened in one week. And we don’t even have any wine to make the pain go away as we had to give it all to the poor, cold, wifi-less, squirrel-ridden guests.

To cheer everthing up here is a picture of Dog who, touch wood, is happy and healthy with no cones, sickness, or eating of treats.

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Dog and Son

 

 

*I’m not getting a commission from La Mer, but if you go on to buy one of these books I do get 5p. Happy days.

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15 thoughts on “Autumn, Writing, and La Mer Face masks

  1. thehomeplaceweb

    Wow, I commend you for your dedication to writing your book. I haven’t started mine yet, other than the first sentence, and the odd random thought…. but I did read The Bestseller Code recently, which I believe you reviewed and found it an interesting read. Just think, when your book becomes a bestseller you will be able to afford tons of La Mer Cream!

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  2. Sue - live and learn

    Interested on your thoughts about blogging and that it has been good exercise for your writing. I feel the same, though true to form, my blogging is falling off somewhat as I run out of steam and things to say, but I still feel it has been helpful. Am also having a go at the book writing lark but with a distinct lack of confidence about my staying power. It’s important for me to get from A to Z and then see. No idea what to do with it then. Are there still agents who will read amateur stuff or does one send if off into a cloud with fingers crossed that it rains down into a book?Will investigate when I get anywhere near it being necessary. Meantime good luck with yours. Sounds like you have got what it takes. Crack on! Loved picture of your dog who looks lovely. Makes me miss mine more as she is on a sleepover with grandchildren.

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    1. middleagedwarrior

      Ah thank you! She always cheers me up. I just keep sending them off and hope someone takes a chance on me. At least now there’s the option of self publishing on kindle so I could give that a go. I have found I do much better when I map out a chapter by chapter break down so I write from one point to another. Not so overwhelming then because I think of it in terms of 5,000 word chunks.

      Trouble is, I get half way and the character and stories seem to have gone off the rails a bit so I have to rethink the second half.

      Why not post some of your chapters for feedback? I found that really helpful. Thanks for the read 😀

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  3. whenparkspeaks

    Life does go on, you have inspired me to continue writing even if I never finish it or send it to someone to read I think it is important to continue what I started. That cream sounds great although that is where they get you, if you keep using it you see the results and once you stop it is gone! I plan on using my natural products and age as gracefully as possible, not like I have a choice!

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  4. Juliet

    Dog looks naked – no cone, no mud, no nothing….? Seriously that is what Dog looks like. Naked. I think if you are writing with such discipline you deserve a little fancy cream in a pot, I have never tried it – but I will admit I have an unholy adoration for SpaceNK – I love it. It is like a swanky piece of heaven/big girls shop that I have somehow been allowed to enter (yes I know they want my money) but I love them – I really, really love them so I undertsand your posh pot of face stuff. Now if only I could winch all my extra face up – nothing in a pot will help with the amount of droopage I have. Wrinkles I don’t mind – they keep us looking human but the saggy jowlage – sighhhh it is crap – keep writing missus, just keep writing

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    1. middleagedwarrior

      Urgh saggy jowlage – that’s it exactly. I’m the same, don’t mind the wrinkles it’s the sagging! 😖 ha! Naked dog – she does look naked doesn’t she? I wish I had a space nk near me. I have to go uptown to The Big Smoke for that.

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  5. The Lockwood Echo

    I forgive your absence if important writing of book is your excuse. Lots and lots of luck with it and full admiration for the skill to write a book, that takes real talent just to envisage such a project. I identify with not reading other people’s work, I totally get why it must be hard if you’re trying to write a book yourself. As a child I read all the time, not so much as an adult, especially now that I’m publicly dabbling with writing myself. Others’ masterpieces leave my confidence crushed, or if I read something similar to my style I have that ‘it’s already been done’ feeling. Or I worry that people think I’ve plagiarised when sheer coincidence throws up a style, phrase or term the same as something I’ve written. The trick is to remember that only you/we can tell it your/our way. I read LOTS here plus non-fiction, news and articles. As for the face cream, that whole section had me howling! ‘A man with eerily looking youthful skin’. And yes, you can justify the cost if it makes you so happy. Think of it in terms of what else you would spend £175 on, either one big purchase or 100 x £1.75 purchases. I’ve done the maths; put £2.35 away every day starting tomorrow and in the New Year, when we’re usually feeling our worst, you can treat yourself 😉 With enough change to buy me a bag of chips as a thankyou for the idea 🙂

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