Wednesday, 2 August 2017

IWSG: Pet Peeves, Please!


Founded by Alex J. Cavanaugh, the IWSG's purpose is to share and encourage. A place where writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds. 

The awesome co-hosts for August's post are Christine RainsDelorah @ Book LoverEllen @ The Cynical SailorYvonne Ventresca, and LG Keltner.

Before I answer this month's question, I should talk about my current writing insecurity. Four weeks today, Mr PS and I are getting married! Now we're into August, it's all become very real. Most of my spare time these last few weeks has been taken up with wedding preparation. There seems to be a never-ending list of tasks to complete and I haven't even started with the packing. I jokingly asked Mr PS what we'd do with all the free time after the wedding. He replied Christmas. I wanted to cry. I love him dearly and cannot wait to be Mrs PS, but I also want some normality. A few weeks of nothing but every day life. I'm seriously considering giving everyone a gift card this Christmas, because it would make my life much easier. Is that bad?

Time for this month's IWSG question:

What are your pet peeves when reading/writing/editing?

Excessive use of swear words. I don't like the use of swear words in fiction, but I do understand that sometimes a well placed swear world can add to a scene. I used the F word once in a story, because the character had to say it. I thought it worked well in the context of the scene. If a book is riddled with them, however, I'll end up putting it down. I don't see the need. The writer should be able to show us how the character is feeling without resorting to excessive profanity. How do you feel about the use of swear words in fiction? What are some of your pet peeves?

Monday, 24 July 2017

Stargazing Across the Universe

In August we'll be spending a week on the Isle of Skye, Northern Scotland. The crofters cottage we've chosen is literally in the most northern part of the island, with the road ending right outside. There were a number of reasons for our choice, but the most important for me was a lack of light pollution. We live in a town, and I'd have to go some way before being able to get a decent view of the planets and Milky Way. The chance to do some real stargazing couldn't be turned down.

At the weekend, Mr PS went to an auction and came back with this telescope. I don't know too much about it, other than it's a 1967 Japanese Greenkat. It has a 40mm zoom lens, which I believe is tiny compared to modern telescopes. It only cost him £15, so hardly a great loss if it's not powerful enough. I'll be testing it out tonight, weather permitting.


For the astronomers out there, what would be the best budget telescope or minimum specifications for me to take to Skye?

Talking of stargazing, did you the latest Star Trek Discovery trailer? Apart from having the usual fangirl moment when I watched it for the first time, I was overjoyed when one of the characters said his name. Do you know who I mean and why I was so excited to hear it? Watch it to find out, and let me know what you think.

Monday, 17 July 2017

Balm for the Soul

Nothing recharges those batteries faster than a weekend away, which is what Mr PS and I did the weekend before last. We left home early Saturday morning and returned Sunday evening. We felt so relaxed, it felt like we'd been away for a week. New surroundings, fresh air, and sunshine is balm for the soul.

On the Sunday we went to an annual classic car show called the Rally of the Giants. It was a new experience for me. You have to use the word rally loosely in this context - no racing of cars took place. Instead owners brought their classic cars and parked up in designated spots according to the age of their vehicle. Members of the public could walk around, take pictures, and generally fantasize about the car they'd like to own - a silver corvette for me and a 1972 Lincoln continental for Mr PS. There were far too many beauties for me to include in this post, but here's a few.





The day before the Rally we visited Waddesdon Manor, a National Trust property near Oxford. This is by far the grandest National Trust property I've visited. The architecture and gardens were stunning and beautifully kept. The inside of the manor was, as Mr PS put it, so over-the-top in its grandeur it bordered on obscene and arrogant. It was a statement of wealth. Given its French ancestry, we could easily see what prompted the French Revolution. 




Mr PS loves his tea, and we were pleasantly surprised when it was served in this cast iron teapot at the Manor. When we returned home, I did some research. Renowned for distributing heat evenly to create a more flavourful cup of tea, it's Japanese in origin and called a Tetsubin. A quick search on Amazon and I was able to order one for home. Mr PS is happy!

All pictures © Eleanor Garratt 2017


What recharges your batteries and/or soothes your soul?