I was late setting off for the north on Friday, so there was no time to stop and enjoy the autumnal colour that now blankets the land like some medieval tapestry, all ochres, rust and gold. By the time I arrived it seemed prudent to do little more than work on a few of the ongoing projects as Saturday evening, we already knew would be a late night….
The weekend was almost entirely about writing, from one perspective or another. Saturday morning, before second (or possibly third) breakfast, we finished a very special project… then as we sent a further book to publish, I had notification that the new and revised edition of The Mystical Hexagram with G. Michael Vasey was almost ready to relaunch. We started on the storyline for a book, raised a glass in recognition of the second anniversary of publication of The Living One and spent the evening in Langsett and, while we were there and quite by chance, we met fellow blogger and book reviewer, Andy Angel of Ebookwyrm.
The evening was writerly too. We spent it signing copies of Mister Fox: the Legend at the
behest of the mysterious Charles James Fox himself… apart from when we took the cameras out into the night or dangled with them from first floor windows in search of images.
Doubtless, more will be said on their dance at the Hunter’s Moon…
One of the highlights of the weekend was overhearing a reader’s comments as he leafed through the newly acquired Legend… Not ‘just’ a compliment, but an exclamation of, “Ah, that’s why…..” There are moments you know it is all worthwhile… and they have nothing to do with sales figures.
By Sunday evening, The Mystical Hexagram was published… so was the other book… and the project we had been working on over the weekend was finished too. Which didn’t seem bad going for people who move at a leisurely rate…
But the weekend was over way too fast. Even so, as we talked over coffee, even at the ungodly hour we had to be up to head respectively for the office and the long journey south, we somehow managed to sketch out the skeleton of yet another book…
I drove south… a four hour commute to my place of work… and rolled my sleeves up. Yet just for once, if anyone had asked me what we do, I, for one, would simply have answered, grinning from ear to ear… “I’m a writer.”
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Sounds like an amazing weekend Sue! Never ‘just’ a writer!
LikeLike
It was, Ritu 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
I so loved this: “I’m a writer.” You are one of the best, Sue. 💗💗💗
LikeLike
Bless you, Colleen… thank you xxx
LikeLiked by 1 person
You are a writer,Sue! What a great weekend 🙂
LikeLike
A busy one… but so much fun 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Congratulations on the new book and the revised one. And indeed, you are a writer – a very fine one.
LikeLike
Thank you, Mary 🙂
LikeLike
Stand proud in that statement, Sue, you are indeed a writer, and such a special one. ☺
LikeLike
Thank you, Van 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
That sounds like an excellent weekend! Very writerly, and certainly much more interesting than mine, the highlight of which was making a cheese sandwich.
LikeLike
It was 🙂 but culinary adventures… that’s brave 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well, it was mature chedder, so some danger was involved. 🙂
LikeLike
Now why would WP sent mature Cheddar to Spam? 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha! It might have though it was the safest place for it. (It was rather smelly Cheddar.)
LikeLike
It doesn’t seem to mind my camembert, so I think there is a bit of cheesy favouritism going on…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Could be. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sounds like a wonderful writerly weekend.
LikeLike
It was good fun, Michelle… especially on Saturday evening 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sounds like a busy weekend, Sue, but a very rewarding one. 😊
LikeLike
It was busy… but so much fun 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s the best kind of busy.
LikeLike
Especially at a leisurely pace … and with wine 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pingback: Best Fiction And Writing Blogs | M.C. Tuggle, Writer