I tell you, as much fun as my tablet is it's no good for working on. I managed to do my edits, and all the other bits I needed to do, but I will hug my laptop tight when I get it back.
Anyhoo, that was my week, but Raven is here to tell us about hers and her new FREE read Compromised. Yeah, you heard that right FREE :-)
She's also offering a chance to win one of her e-books, so look out for her question at the end.
Well what do you do without the net?
Apart from wonder what on earth is happening in the world…
Well, you chat, eat chocolate, drink wine—oh and write of course.
If the world ends, will we know? (no and no.) Does anyone like my book? (hope so) How's the cricket going? (badly)
I've just had a week away with a girlfriend. Yeah Doris got a week's peace. (almost) The phone signal was hold the phone in the air out of the window, and do a rain dance (neither worked) and pray and the net non-existent.
We kept shaking our phones and muttering things like…well, what if… or, I wonder who…
Half way through the week I got to see three emails but couldn't answer them. And of course one was edits.
Do you know how antsy that made me? What if there's loads to do? What if I forget? Okay I was in major panic mode. I respond to edits like one of Pavlov's dogs. They have to be done immediately.
Then common sense took over. I couldn't do them so forget about them. I sort of did. As in only worried twice a day.
(And now I have them, and they're fine and not a lot to do.)
How times have changed. It's not that long ago (If you keep in mind my age) that a mobile phone resembled a brick, and before that we queued to use to a public phone on holiday.
Heck when I was little and a Brownie, (anyone else do that? I was in the Fairies and then The Little People) we all had to learn how to use a telephone in the iconic red phone box (we're talking the U.K. here), by putting our four old pennies in the correct slot.
My mum grew up with very few phone boxes around in the East End of London. Her mum even less and my great gran, a venerable Victorian lady whom I never knew… well evidently she'd have nothing to do with anything new fangled… Including electricity—and evidently she wasn't a fan of gas either.
Where am I going with all this?
The lack of the net gave me more chance to write as well as chat and eat chocolate. And I started writing a Regency story. (Which the lovely Doris has just redited and sent back to me—she liked it phew)
Without the opportunity to check my facts. The nearest library was around 20 miles away, and of course I had no idea of mobile library days or even if there was one.
I wrote and made notes. Lots of notes, so I could check up on things when I got home (and I did, believe me.)
And thought of what they had, what we have and how different some things were.
But not everything.
You see it's at times like these you realise how much times have changed. And when you're writing Regency and really thinking about then and now, even more so.
As most of you know, I love writing Regency romance. I love writing, period. Snigger that could be taken both ways—Regency and full stop. I enjoy research and try my utmost to get my facts correct. So sometimes it's great to set a book today, where I know that if I say, something happens like a, or b, I can confirm it, or even better when, in the words of a hilarious Welsh comedian of my youth... "I was there."
Which brings me back to my last net-less week.
You can survive without the net. I know—I was there.
This was going to be an, 'oh', I have a book out blog post. Instead it's a ramble I know. If you want to check out my books, you can on, www.ravenmcallan.com
If you want a chance to win one, comment here and say what convenience of today you would want to have had in Regency times. (Left handed scissors would be good)
Oh and okay, I have a book out on 31st, and it's a freebie. From Evernight, the prequel to a new Regency series. The book is called Compromised, and the series Cursed Treasure.
Love R x