Waiting to be published: JUST IN CASE – Second Thornton King adventure.
DEAD ON TARGET – Third Thornton King adventure.
ANGEL – Novel.
Plus at least sixteen plays and a chapter of lyrics from various musicals.
Evidently because of the gaggle of Glyn Joneses on the internet (and I always knew there were far too many in the world at large) from now on I am, at the instigation of my editor/agent, to use my full name of Glyn Idris there being no other Glyn Idris, which I find rather surprising. There is an Idris Glyn but he ain’t me. I think the two Thornton King books will have to omit the Idris as the first one is already published without it but there’s nothing to stop using Idris after that and Amazon are already advertising RIVER OF SAND by Glyn Idris Jones. I still can’t fathom out how they got hold of that. NO OFFICIAL UMBRELLA is already printed without the Idris. That is we are still waiting for the amended proof but any day now, any day now he says hopefully. Mind you, in a recession, is it the right time to even think of publishing? Are people still buying books? Having finished THE VICTORIAN UNDERWORLD I am now half way through VICTORIAN SENSATION by Michael Diamond, a much broader canvas giving quite an insight into the mindset of Victorian England. The chapter on religion and morality (meaning sex of course) was quite fascinating and am now on the following chapter of sexual scandals. Am looking forward to the rest of it. Tried last night to watch THE DA VINCI CODE and gave up after about twenty minutes. Too much for my tired old brain. Am also seriously thinking, after more than seventy thousand words and a few months work of giving up on ENTER ANTHONY. It just isn’t very good. It was a bad play to begin with, only slightly improved but still a bad play when rewritten a year or so ago, and it isn’t doing so well as a novel. I’ll put it aside for a while before coming back to read it and if I still feel the same way I’ll scrap it. It’s a good story but plot isn’t everything and I’m not telling it the way it should be told. After the first half a dozen chapters it starts to fall to pieces.
Trying to clean up the garden now when it isn’t raining or the winds aren’t howling. The last of the quinces and the peppers have been picked. The orange trees are laden with fruit and lemons coming along nicely, some already ripe and at all stages back to the bud. The mandarins are also ripe. It’s been a wonderful year for fruit. The only tree in the garden that still hasn’t produced anything is the six (or is it seven?) year old nectarine. Maybe it will come into its own next year. We did have a lot of trouble with peach curl but having chopped back and sprayed a couple of years ago seem to have cured it. Nevertheless no flowers and consequently no fruit.