All week I've been meaning to post and all week I forgot! I've been busy working on edits for The Hating Game and my mind has been swamped with character arcs and plot points. Today I finished this round of edits and sent it off, breathing a big sigh of relief. I'm desperate to take some time away from it!
Then I got some great news from The Times' Travel Editor: my article 'Paris for Kids' came out today! If you subscribe to The Times, you can check it out here.
And... Sunday if my first wedding anniversary with The Man! For schmoopy photos, head over to my Talli Roland blog.
Happy weekend!
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Friday, August 6, 2010
Monday, August 24, 2009
New Beginnings
Back at the desk today, I finished sketching out an outline for a new novel. Yes, it's number 5, and no, none of the previous 4 have been published (not counting my non-fiction). To some, this might be depressing. But strangely, it doesn't really bother me -- much.
Of course I don't want my fiction to waste away in the dust-laden corners of my desk. But I'm not giving up on them entirely. The last two still need some thorough editing; in fact, I just received a very detailed (and very helpful!) report from the Romantic Novellist's Association with some great advice for my latest effort. And sometimes I think novels just need to sit for awhile, so sit they shall.
It's always fun to let a new idea bounce around your brain, to see if it has legs. It's disappointing when it doesn't, but when it does... I love the buzz that happens as you sketch out the turning points, the conflicts; the tension when you finally sit down to begin chapter one.
New beginnings. They're the best!
Of course I don't want my fiction to waste away in the dust-laden corners of my desk. But I'm not giving up on them entirely. The last two still need some thorough editing; in fact, I just received a very detailed (and very helpful!) report from the Romantic Novellist's Association with some great advice for my latest effort. And sometimes I think novels just need to sit for awhile, so sit they shall.
It's always fun to let a new idea bounce around your brain, to see if it has legs. It's disappointing when it doesn't, but when it does... I love the buzz that happens as you sketch out the turning points, the conflicts; the tension when you finally sit down to begin chapter one.
New beginnings. They're the best!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
I'm Alive!
Poor blog, it's been sadly neglected these past few weeks. It's been an exciting and busy time for me, getting the almost-final copy of 24 Hours: London ready... and the small task of organizing a wedding!
In book news, we've decided to push the launch ahead to October to allow us more time to send out review copies, and to have an extra window to make sure everything is letter perfect (hopefully - I hate seeing grammatical errors in books!).
In wedding news, everything is almost set! The big day is 8th August, and The Man and I can't wait. It's a small group - about 12 people. I'm really looking forward to seeing friends and family, and really touched that people are crossing oceans to come! In fact, my maid of honour is arriving on Saturday and we'll lounge and drink it up!
The Man and I decided to get married on the South Bank. It seemed fitting, as that's where we first met and where he proposed. Given that we both love art, Dali Universe fit the bill. We'll tie the knot surrounded by beautiful artwork by Azam, with poetry by Harold Pinter and Carol Ann Duffy, then head over to Waterloo Pier right by the London Eye to a waiting boat, for our reception. We've chosen a great jazz duo called Smoke to pay some funk and jazz as we drift down the Thames (in hopefully good weather!).
Then off to Lopud on Croatia for a week, before returning to reality.
In book news, we've decided to push the launch ahead to October to allow us more time to send out review copies, and to have an extra window to make sure everything is letter perfect (hopefully - I hate seeing grammatical errors in books!).
In wedding news, everything is almost set! The big day is 8th August, and The Man and I can't wait. It's a small group - about 12 people. I'm really looking forward to seeing friends and family, and really touched that people are crossing oceans to come! In fact, my maid of honour is arriving on Saturday and we'll lounge and drink it up!
The Man and I decided to get married on the South Bank. It seemed fitting, as that's where we first met and where he proposed. Given that we both love art, Dali Universe fit the bill. We'll tie the knot surrounded by beautiful artwork by Azam, with poetry by Harold Pinter and Carol Ann Duffy, then head over to Waterloo Pier right by the London Eye to a waiting boat, for our reception. We've chosen a great jazz duo called Smoke to pay some funk and jazz as we drift down the Thames (in hopefully good weather!).
Then off to Lopud on Croatia for a week, before returning to reality.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Getting Married in London... The Saga Begins
I promise not to turn this blog into a blow-by-blow description of my upcoming nuptials, but getting married in a foreign country definitely presents an interesting insight into the psyche of the nation.
Like why, for example, I need to have an 'interview' with a registrar of the borough (the part of London) where I live. Or why I need to wait sixteen 'clear' days -- with my notice of marriage posted outside Chelsea Town Hall -- to see if anyone objects to me marrying before I can actually do the deed. Or, indeed, why the registrar needs to know the occupation of my father!
So many questions, so many questions. I should point out that none of this is because I'm not a British citizen; with settlement status, it's exactly the same procedure a British citizen would undergo. Perhaps I'm just being naive (having never undergone through this whole rigmarole of getting married in Canada), but I believe that in my home land, you set the date, get a license within a week at most, the guests come, you sign a register and that's that!
It's more complicated here, for sure. The Man and I want to get married on the South Bank (borough of Lambeth) but we live in Kensington & Chelsea. Let the fun begin! First, we must go to Chelsea to give our 'Notice of Marriage'. Then, we have to provisionally hold our venues, get in touch with Lambeth, get a registrar from there to give us his/her availability for our date, then confirm our venues... then send out the invites! By the time this dance is over, any hope of finding a mutually convenient date for all parties is a moot point. You just hope you get married; sometime, somewhere!
Luckily for us, after chasing down (some might say stalking) a registrar from Lambeth, and after an 'interesting' interview with a registrar from Kensington & Chelsea, everything seemed to come together! Or at least, no-one's objected yet!
And why does the UK need to know my father's occupation for me to get married?
The registrar's answer: 'Because we're a bloody chauvinist country!'
Like why, for example, I need to have an 'interview' with a registrar of the borough (the part of London) where I live. Or why I need to wait sixteen 'clear' days -- with my notice of marriage posted outside Chelsea Town Hall -- to see if anyone objects to me marrying before I can actually do the deed. Or, indeed, why the registrar needs to know the occupation of my father!
So many questions, so many questions. I should point out that none of this is because I'm not a British citizen; with settlement status, it's exactly the same procedure a British citizen would undergo. Perhaps I'm just being naive (having never undergone through this whole rigmarole of getting married in Canada), but I believe that in my home land, you set the date, get a license within a week at most, the guests come, you sign a register and that's that!
It's more complicated here, for sure. The Man and I want to get married on the South Bank (borough of Lambeth) but we live in Kensington & Chelsea. Let the fun begin! First, we must go to Chelsea to give our 'Notice of Marriage'. Then, we have to provisionally hold our venues, get in touch with Lambeth, get a registrar from there to give us his/her availability for our date, then confirm our venues... then send out the invites! By the time this dance is over, any hope of finding a mutually convenient date for all parties is a moot point. You just hope you get married; sometime, somewhere!
Luckily for us, after chasing down (some might say stalking) a registrar from Lambeth, and after an 'interesting' interview with a registrar from Kensington & Chelsea, everything seemed to come together! Or at least, no-one's objected yet!
And why does the UK need to know my father's occupation for me to get married?
The registrar's answer: 'Because we're a bloody chauvinist country!'
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