The other morning I ended up getting up earlier than usual start. I had to be in Penrith for not long after 9am. So this meant that I was doing various things an hour before I normally do them. So 6am found me feeding a small group of three heifers. They’re still outside so I take some dairy cake to them to supplement the last of the grass. As I floundered through the mud of the gateway, in the dark and driving rain, I suddenly realised I was whistling. So I metaphorically at least stopped to listen. For reasons I do not understand I was whistling, ‘I’m dreaming of a White Christmas.’
It has to be admitted that everything is distinctly un-Christmassy. Everything is sodden. Even Sal looks askance when I venture into a field. She picks her way rather daintily, heading in roughly the same direction, but ostentatiously avoiding the worst of the mud and trying to keep to the bits under barbed wire fences that only she can walk on. Admittedly it’s not as bad as the photo. Still we’re getting there.
Still, I’m inside now, there’s a good fire going, and it’s not long to coffee arrives. So I thought I’d write my blog. Which is handy because I can mention in passing that I’ve been put forward for Blogger Recognition Award. This has rules, but then everything has rules. As far as I’m concerned it’s a way of letting people discover new blogs.
- Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
Well that’s easy, it was Stevie at https://steviet3.wordpress.com/ who nominated me.
- Write a post to show your award.
Yep, doing that one.
- Give a brief story of how your blog started.
Well I wrote a book. And once you write a book, you’re doomed to a lifetime of trying to convince people to buy it. So I had to do facebook. I tried doing twitter but because I only access the internet on a desktop computer, twitter doesn’t work because I wasn’t looking at it often enough. Now I just set the automatics to post stuff to twitter and don’t look at it every month. If anybody asks me about it, I merely reply, “I have my people to do twitter.” You have to admit this is one up on just saying, “Life is too short to spend my life chained to my computer.”
But at the same time, back in 2012, I realised I had to have a blog, to tell people how wonderful my book was.
But frankly it’s a very limited subject. At the end of the first blog post I’d got bored of the topic, and I suspect the readers had given up on it before I did. So I just started blogging about what I know, which is why cattle, sheep, Border Collies and quadbikes make regular appearances.
- Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
Try and stick to one blog post a week. Any less and people will forget you. Any more often and you’ll never get anything else done.
Write about life, what you know, and stuff that interests you. Then at least you’re enjoying it. If you enjoy your blog, there’s at least half a chance that others might as well.
- Select up to fifteen bloggers you want to give this award to.
In no particular order, I’d mention
Sue Vincent https://scvincent.com/
M T Mcguire https://mtmcguire.co.uk/
Robbie Cheadle https://robbiesinspiration.wordpress.com/
The writers’ Co-op https://writercoop.wordpress.com/
Colleen Chesebro https://colleenchesebro.com/
Chris Graham https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/
Ashlynn Waterstone https://waterstoneway.wordpress.com/
Ken Gierke https://rivrvlogr.wordpress.com/
Willow Willers https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/
Ritu Bhathal https://butismileanyway.com/
Anita and Jaye https://jenanita01.com/
I’d advise anybody to check these blogs out. I’ve just done a blog tour with them, during which I released a novella, and each blog had one chapter. It was a lot of fun and I hope they enjoyed it as much as I did.
- Comment (or pingback) on each blog to let them know that you’ve nominated them and provide a link to the post you’ve created.
Must remember to do this one.
And if you were wondering about the novella we published together, it’s available here
Life for a jobbing poet is difficult. You have to be flexible with regard to your art. One day you’re organising an elegant soiree, the next a pie eating contest. Yet all the while you are striving to raise the tone and to ensure that decency, dignity, and an appreciation of the fine arts prevails.
And sadly it appears that the more honest your attempts, the more noble your endeavours, the more likely it is that you end up making enemies. Tallis helps out the family of an old friend, obliges a patron, and does his best to aid the authorities in the administration of justice. Each time he merely manages to upset the powerful, the petty, and the vindictive.