Substack . . .

In case you wondered why I haven’t been posting here on WordPress, it’s because I have been busy over on Substack. I’ve decided to upload my memoir about living in Italy from 2008-2016. It will be serialised as a section in my Substack, Ninette Gabs About, and is called Life in The Boot . If you want to check out the first instalment then click HERE

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Loose Ends goes on a Virtual Tour

I’ve been pretty quiet with the promotion of Loose Ends I’m just letting it roll out all over the world — yes you can download an e-book copy or order a paperback copy from several places including Australia and New Zealand!

Right now the book is featured on Zooloo’s Book Tours and I’m pleased to say that it’s going rather well. It is running from now until 19th September. You can read the reviews as they come in and are posted on Instagram, X, Facebook and Threads. Or you can follow me on any of those platforms as I repost each one — hoping not to miss any. I was rather pleased with this one that came in yesterday:

And this one from the day before:

I hope that if you haven’t yet purchased a copy of Loose Ends that this will encourage you to give it a go. If you have read it and enjoyed it then please put a review on Amazon or Goodreads. . . every little helps 😊
Talking of reviews, I was rather intrigued to read the AI generated paragraph (shown below) on Amazon 😊 Not sure what they mean by the writing quality being ‘agonising’ ha ha

You can click on the title to buy the book LOOSE ENDS

The posters below show the dates and those reviewing…

Thanks for reading this post. You can check out my Substack…Click HERE for the latest newsletter. It’s all about our trip to England in August.

Writing. . . the Ups and Downs

As I struggle with writing my second novel I find myself in a strange situation. I don’t exactly have writer’s block, but I’m finding that I have to dig deep for the inspiration to get on with it. I often join the Writers’ Hour on the London Writers’ Salon. It’s an online silent writing session where a few hundred writers (today it’s 245) sit in their own home, coffee shop wherever and just write for 50 mins. It is an inspirational space and I’m there right now writing this blog post. I hope that when time is up this morning, I will be able to carry on writing for the following hour at least and maybe pick up that WIP (work in progress) and get on with it.

Each morning they read out a quote and this morning (23/07/2024) it was this:
“[I don’t compare myself to other writers] I think it’s really important that you do your work. Sometimes there can be a little bruised feeling when you see others shooting ahead in sales or profile. But I’m doing the thing I need to do, and doing it as well as I can. It’s a vocation: I’m doing the thing I’m for in the world; and that is a great feeling, no matter what happens.” –  Melissa Harrison, in an interview with Dominic Dean

When I wrote Dear Tosh, Cathy Rentzenbrink was my mentor and she always said, ‘compare and despair’ which I think is an extremely good motto even though it’s difficult to stick to, and it doesn’t need to relate just to writing. It’s hard not to compare oneself with others but I think that’s half my problem. Instead of getting on with the writing, I’m spending too much time looking around at how ‘successful’ others are in this fickle world of publishing. Loose Ends has had some great reviews and I’m happy with the way it’s selling and getting out into the world. Of course, the promotion of it takes time and I have, for the time being, taken a short break from all that social media and ‘putting myself out there’. I will be back to that in September when, in fact, there will be a blog tour. More about that another time.

My next novel is called Frieden but that’s just a working title. I don’t think it will be released under that name because the story has changed so much since it was first conceived, the word frieden (freedom) is not relevant anymore. It’s set in Berlin Germany, from the outset to the aftermath of WW1. I have enjoyed the research for this book tremendously. I have read two contemporary diaries written by English women who were in Germany at the outbreak of the war. One is An English Wife in Berlin by Evelyn Princess Blucher and the other is Diary of Annie’s War by Annie Dröege. She too is English but married to a man of German heritage. Her story is particularly interesting because her husband Arthur was a British National living in England but when his uncle died, Arthur was the oldest living male relative and he inherited everything including a manor and vast estate in Lower Saxony Germany. He and Annie moved to the property, and were reasonably happy but when war broke out Arthur was interned because of course, he was a British National. Both of these diaries make very interesting reading and have been most helpful in my writing of the book.

Writing can be a lonely business. Another reason it’s often difficult to get going. But thank goodness most writers are gregarious and friendly. I belong to a couple of online groups who meet up every two weeks or once a month and I find these essential for sharing work, motivational conversations and just generally boosting confidence and getting rid of that inner self doubt, which we all have.

I also love joining the Writers’ Hour and I writing this blog post this morning whilst online with the LWS was the best thing I could have done. Just writing about my writing is enough to motivate me into a more proactive day and week going forward. In August we’re going to England for a couple of weeks and I must not let my writing slip into the back seat again. When I’m there I’ll be able to join the Writers’ Hour at 8am, which I must say I find a lot more convenient than the 9am – 10am in France!

I am aiming to publish my next novel in March 2025 which will be one year after I published Loose Ends if I can do it any faster I will but there’s no rush really. One book a year is enough I think. Although looking around I know others often do two or even three but . . . COMPARE AND DESPAIR — don’t do it!

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Debut Novel, 2nd Edition of Dear Tosh and Substack. . .

It’s been a while since I posted a blog. I’ve been busy doing other ‘stuff’. For starters, I’ve been posting on Substack. I have so many life memories that I want to share I decided to try and build an audience where I can post anecdotes etc., about my childhood and growing up, and into adulthood. Also my move to Italy and my travels with and without The Man. The Substack is called Ninette Gabs About. You can hop over and HERE and check it out if you have’t already.

Here on my blog which I post on my website I’ll be talking more about writerly things.

So here is my latest writing news:

The sales of Loose Ends have been reasonably steady. I did a short promotion where my readers could download the e-book for nothing for a few days and that certainly woke things up. I’ve just done the same promotion for the 2nd edition of Dear Tosh and it will run from 28th June until 2nd July. The second edition is pretty much the same as the first one but with a few updates about Jpeg the dog and my whereabouts in the world right now. The 2nd edition is only available through Amazon although there may be a few copies of the first publication floating about of the in independent shops and from second hand sales. BUT if you want a free e-book version then click on this link HERE

I’m working on my second novel but things are going very slowly. I don’t know why. . . it might be the heat or maybe something to do with my age. I fluctuate between massive bouts of productivity and then nothing. I expect it’s the same with all creatives. But I have a feeling things are about to improve. . .I gave myself a deadline of the end of August to finish it and that date is now looking a little too close. Nothing like having a target date for the finishing line to get you moving!

In case you’ve forgotten what Loose Ends looks like, here’s a reminder and you can down load an e-book version for only £1.99 (or equivalent from outside the UK) by clicking HERE

Click HERE for a paperback version.

More writing next month . . . bye for now!

Milano. . . Part 2 of the Italian Trip

Instead of heading straight back to L’Aude from Le Marche (that sounds like the title of a book or even a song) we decided to keep heading northwards so when we got to Piacenza instead of turning left for France, we hit the road for Milan. A former dance student of mine from many years ago, had sent me a message to say that she lived in a suburb of Milan with her husband and two children and that she would love to see me again if at all possible. I hadn’t met up with her for— I don’t know how many years — and I just couldn’t resist the opportunity to catch-up.

We found a lovely apartment in Monza not far from where she lived in Villasante, and booked in for two nights as we wanted to hang out in Milan city the whole of the following day. Neither The Man nor I had ever been to Milan except to the Malpensa airport or was it Linate? I can’t remember.

I made the mistake of thinking that our apartment had secure parking which it didn’t. It did have on street parking which was fairly safe but we had The Man’s bike on the back of the car and didn’t fancy leaving it there overnight. Our kind host arranged for us to leave the bike in his garage, a few streets away, and his partner came over to walk The Man around to the block of garages with his bike, and left the key with him so that he could access the bike if needed. It was kind of them and we appreciated it. The only problem was that when we came to collect the bike on the morning we left The Man managed to open the garage door only to discover no bike! Horrors! The host rushed round to find The Man in the wrong garage! Oh dear. . .

We spent a lovely evening with Tessa, her husband, Paolo, who turned out to be a magnificent cook although a dentist by profession, I’m not sure why I should think the two skills don’t go together but. . . We also met their little daughter Clara and son Lawrie (gorgeous names). We ate pasta with an aubergine sauce followed by slow cooked stuffed pork finished on the barbecue and served with a delicious fennel salad. Wonderful.

Tessa gave us some information about trains into the centre and because we’d managed to leave the bike safely hidden away, the next day, we drove to Monza station. There was a little bit of trouble working the ticket machine but fortunately the train was late so we still caught it and within 12 minutes we were walking out of the magnificent Milan Centrale Station.

Milan:

It’s flat to walk around, the centre feels quite small and there are many roads with trees and green areas. Its streets seemed clean (at least the ones we walked down) and as the second largest city in Italy it was busy but many of the avenues are quiet. We were there on a Thursday and it was Ascension day, the area around the Duomo was particularly busy. We didn’t go into the cathedral, but another time I would definitely do that. The train was busy both in and out of the Centrale Station but the trip was short so it didn’t matter. We walked about 20,000 steps that day and enjoyed a wonderful lunch in a traditional trattoria at no great cost. After lunch we walked to the Sforzesco Castle and then took the metro back to the central Station.

One day in Milan was not nearly enough. I really thought it was a beautiful city and would like to return if possible. When I was searching for a website link for the Sforzesco Castle I discovered there were a multitude of palaces and castles to choose from. The Man and I simply brushed the surface of this fascinating city which has had a long and turbulent history from the Viscontis — whose emblem is a snake swallowing a baby — to the Sforzas who controlled land way down into central Italy including Le Marche where we used to live.

Bentornata Ninette dov’è Geoff?

For those of you who don’t understand Italian the title of this blog reads, ‘Welcome back Ninette where’s Geoff? And yes, run into one sentence.

We took an unexpected trip back to Le Marche, to the area in Italy where we lived for eight years, from 2008 until 2016. The Man decided, on the spur of the moment, that he wanted to rush back to Petritoli to watch the end of season football match. Actually, he’d wanted to go back for the 27th April but that was the day of my book event in Belvèze du Razès in France, where we live now. Yes, we do get about. The point was that the local Petritoli football team, who’d been relegated to the seconda categoria for six years, managed to win enough matches this year to go back up to the prima catergoria — I’m not sure if all this is correct but if you want to know more, which I’m sure you don’t, you can look here. It’s all in Italian though.

The Man told me the match was on the Sunday 5th May and we planned accordingly. We had to take The Man’s bike with us so that he could ride some of his old routes with a friend, just because he could. The trip is around 12h 30mins and we made two overnight stops. First one at Privilège Appart -Hotel De Mai beside the motorway, near Mougins. Reasonably priced and a good breakfast, of which we ate half and took half with us on the road for lunch. Our second stopover was also just off the motorway at Hotel Real Fini Baia Del Re – great place with a fabulous restaurant.

We arrived in Le Marche and drove immediately to our old town Petritoli. We had a coffee at the bar and met a few people who warmly welcomed us back. The Man and I were together at this time so no need for anyone to ask where he was. We met friends for lunch at the Ristorante Roma; a place loved by all our family for many years. Good, reasonably priced Italian food complete with a bottle of wine (for those who drink it) and plenty of water for around €20 a head. (it used to be a lot less, but it’s still good value). Over the next few days we stayed with friends near Monterubbiano at the home of the Big Bear Bakery! Yummy hand/home made biscuits devoured in seconds by all canines who get a chance to have one of these delicious treats. Check them out…I believe they can be delivered outside Italy (if you order enough packets).

Over the next few days Geoff cycled either alone or with his mate Gordon, and I went to visit old friends meeting them mostly at the Tre Archi in Petritoli…each time I went I saw other familiar Italian faces, and they always greeted me with hugs and kisses and said, ‘Bentornata Ninette where’s Geoff?’ It wasn’t that I minded being sidelined but honestly. . .

Italy. . . it’s all about the food 😊😊😊

The football match turned out to be a late kick off on Saturday the 4th not Sunday 5th and we’d already said we would go to a cello and piano concert that the evening in Altidona. It was wonderful to sit and listen to live music. I love the sound of the cello and Mayke was an excellent cellist. Her husband Matthijs was on the piano playing a very difficult piece of music. Apparently, and according only to him, he made a few errors but you would never have guessed.

The Man never actually managed to see the football match. But he did get to see some of the team and other important members of the community including our good friend the mayor Luca Pezzani.

Photos from top left: the concert, Petritoli town, one of the narrow streets of Petritoli with a stunning view at the end, my friend Brunella with my debut novel Loose Ends and a familiar sight in Petritoli – a wedding. It has become well known as a wedding town!

A few more random photos from Le Marche:

I found it very nostalgic returning to a place we lived for 8 years. Tosh was still alive when we first went to Italy and he died during our time there. I have so many memories, involving a great range of emotions. I try just to remember the happy ones. I recently looked back at a video the family made in 2009. Everyone together in Italy at our farm. Bitter sweet.

We’ve been in France now for three months and the whole time I’ve been here I have found it difficult to speak the French language because Italian came out of my mouth whether I wanted it or not. As soon as we got to Italy, I began speaking French!! I have no idea what to do about it. Stupid brain just does its own thing. I have been told to try counting in whichever language I need to use, before I start and that way, the grey matter will have some idea of where to go.

I don’t think it will work.

We left Le Marche early on Wednesday morning and headed to Milan. A place that neither of us had visited before. To read about that then do watch out for the next blog post coming soon!

Easter in Paris. . .

What a treat it was. Easter in Paris. We drove to our nearest station, Bram, and parked the car, without any trouble, in the free parking area next to the station. The train left at 11am sharp and were in Paris by 5pm. Everything went like clockwork.

The trip began on an a regional LIO train taking us to Toulouse. There was plenty of seating, an upstairs and downstairs. In Toulouse we changed to the TGV (train à grande vitesse) a superfast train, only four and a half hours to Paris Montparnasse. We had around half an hour to wait in Toulouse and took the opportunity to buy a coffee and a bun while we waited for the platform to come up. Boarding the TGV took us a little while, it was a very long train and we were in coach 17, but we found our seats on the top deck with little trouble, stored our bags and settled down for the trip. The Man was beside himself with excitement at what there was to offer. Excellent WIFI, spacious seating, a buffet car and . . . it was evident as soon as the train began to move that the train would run quietly and smoothly.

We really couldn’t fault the French railway system. Efficient, fast and clean. The four-and-a-half- hours just whizzed by in comfort.

However . . . (there’s always something) when we arrived at Montparnasse station it was ENORMOUS and we couldn’t find the way out. It honestly took us about 20 minutes and when we eventually emerged onto the Paris streets, Google Maps sadly let us down. I had booked a hotel only five minutes from the station but poor old google took us all over the place. I think it was at least an hour after descending from the train that we actually found the Hotel Waldorf Montparnasse Don’t get excited it wasn’t like any other Waldorf that I know of. But, it was nice little place with a pleasant lounge area and comfortable rooms. The shower in the bathroom was fantastic and the staff very friendly and helpful. We made a cup of tea (we always do) and then ventured out to find a place for dinner.

We found the restaurant La Vache Au Comptoir just around the corner from the hotel and we struck lucky. Not only was the food extremely good the owner was friendly and genuinely interested to speak with us. His English was excellent (he’d lived in America) and he told us all about his new venture, a Créperie in Saint Germain-En-Laye on the outskirts of Paris. He’d had enough of being in the city and since covid it had been increasingly difficult making any profit. We hope to visit him when we’re travelling back to the UK sometime. Pain Perdu by the way is made in many different ways, it’s also known as French Toast. I think using Brioche is the best way of making it, then it’s eggs, sugar and milk mixed together. Dip the brioche (or bread) in the mixture and then fry in butter. Serve with vanilla or salted caramel ice-cream. Well, that’s how I would make it. It has very few calories of course 😋

The next day was Good Friday and we weren’t meeting up with our daughter and granddaughters until lunchtime. We stored the bags at the hotel and took a walk to and around the Montparnasse Cemetery. Many famous people are buried in this enormous place and it seems there is room for every religion, culture and race. It was fascinating to stroll around. I always love reading the inscriptions on the headstones I’m fascinated by names, dates, ages and information that you can discover in these places. We looked first for Samuel Beckett then Jean Paul Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir, Guy de Maupassant among others

We stopped for a while to watch a couple of stonemasons repairing some inscriptions and adding gold leaf where necessary, which was fascinating. They were happy for me to photograph them.

Montparnasse cemetery is not Pere Lachaise, where Jim Morrison is buried . . . that’s for next time.

We went to the Pompidou Centre (click to see more about it). It’s a fantastic building, the architecture style exo-skeletal. A wonderful exhibition centre which was only marred by the amount of people in the exhibition rooms. It was hot and difficult to move around. We had the grandchildren with us and whilst the ten-year-old enjoyed the fashion side of things, the seven-year-old was bored and hot, which was completely understandable. It’s not much fun if you’re at waist height to everyone else and you can’t see anything at all on the walls.

It was stunning travelling up the external escalator and the higher we went the more spectacular the views. It was well worth the effort. At the very top is a restaurant where you can sit and take in a panoramic view of the city. Sadly fully booked on this visit.

On our final day in Paris The Man and I went to visit Versailles. It was something I had always wanted to do. But, what a disappointment. We had booked tickets for 1pm and it was decided that we would not take the children with us this time so my daughter stayed back at our apartment and had a chilled day with them. This was absolutely the right decision. We travelled to Versailles on the metro which I have to say was easy and very reasonably priced. When we arrived there was still a very long queue for 12 noon entry which was a little off-putting. However we lined up with others at the 1pm sign and eventually moved in through security at around 1.45. It was extremely busy, like the worst kind of rush hour. I discovered later that Versailles has an average of 27,000 visitors A DAY!! Which is equivalent to more than 3,000 an hour. I mean, it’s unpleasant and frankly not safe at all. The rooms are quite small so you are herded through. There are lots of paintings on the wall, Louis this and Louis that and queens and kings and another Louis…you see where I’m coming from? Not many rooms are furnished so no ‘feeling’ of what it was like to live there back in the day. The Hall of Mirrors, the most famous room in the palace was all right, but not spectacular, I expected to be blown away but I wasn’t. The crystal chandeliers were . . . okay.

We fought our way through the rest of the rooms but I couldn’t wait to get out and into the gardens. We eventually found the entrance to them after being taken through the gift shop (naturally) and discovered to our dismay that we would have to pay again to enter the gardens. When I asked the girl about this she told me they had just begun charging last Thursday. . . basically the day before the Easter holiday. Needless to say, The Man and I just made a hasty exit and head back to the centre of Paris.

NOTE: there are two stations for Versailles: Chantiers and Rive Droite. We chose Chantiers which is a longer walk to the palace, but thank goodness we did. On our return we passed the Rive Droite station and it was absolutely packed with people trying to buy tickets and get on the trains. When we got to Chantiers it was clear, except for a small queue at the ticket machine.

We averaged 15,000 steps a day, walking everywhere. My favourite walk was a was along the Seine to the Pont Neuf where we had a wonderful view of the Eiffel Tower. We went into the Samaritaine, visited a delightful tea/florist shop and we stayed on the Place des Vosges, one of the best squares in Paris; beautiful architecture surrounding a typical French cloistered park with trees, seating and grass areas.

We will go back to Paris . . . there is such a lot to see in this wonderful (but very busy) city! Have you been to Paris? What are your thoughts on the place, tell me in the comments please.

Day Out in Leucate . . .

Leucate is a small town on the mediterranean coast between Narbonne and Perpignan. Yesterday morning (Friday 22nd March) I said to The Man (while we were sipping our morning cuppa in bed), ‘Let’s go to Leucate today. The weather forecast says it will be 24 degrees and sunny. Why don’t we go out for the day?’ He didn’t take much convincing and by 10am we were on the road. We’re both now in our seventies and if you can’t do as you please when you’re our age well…what’s the point?

Leucate is about an hour and fifteen minutes drive give or take five, if you head down the motorway. It’s a pleasant drive because at this time of the year there’s not much traffic. The only downside is you have to pay the tolls which amount to about €20 in total. You could drive the long way around but we just wanted to get there.

The area is expansive and mostly flat. As far as I can make out there are three main parts to Leucate; the village, the beach and the port/marina. We went to all three plus a small fishing harbour between the beach and the port area, with around 17 fish restaurants, which are housed in shacks…that sounds awful but I can’t think of another way to describe them. When I stood on the bridge and took the photograph I was reminded of our holidays in Thailand and other areas of South Asia. We didn’t eat in any of the restaurants because we’d already had our lunch by the port.

We drove first to the beach, La Plage, where we walked along the sand and collected a few shells. We took a coffee at the La Côte Rêvée hotel which was a little pricey at €4 for a tiny cup but hey…we’re in the South of France – ON THE COAST, we accepted the cost and handed over all our change which wasn’t quite enough but he took €7 and left me with 50 cents. The thing was, we’d left our cards and money locked in the boot of our car while we walked and we couldn’t be bothered to walk back and get it — anyway, I needed the loo.

After downing the coffee we then thought we would head to the port further down the coast. It was a working port and bereft of restaurants (we were ready for lunch by then). We looked on the map and found a cluster of restaurants just a short drive away. We chose Le Bistrot des Copains, and when we arrived there it was beside the Marina so we were able to eat our excellent lunch, outside, right beside the beautiful yachts and boats. Lovely and exactly what I’d imagined when lying in bed in the morning thinking about our day out. Result!

After lunch we decided to take a look at the actual village of Leucate which was delightful. A beautiful square with shops, cafés and surrounded by small, attractive colourful houses. We noticed however, that there were few balconies, which is unusual in France I think.

We were about to head home when a friend of mine sent a message telling me about the area with all the seafood restaurants. We’d already eaten but decided to take a look anyway and we weren’t disappointed.

Enough of me waffling on. . . take a look at these photographs. . .

Scenes from La Plage . . .

Lunch by the Marina

Leucate Village. . .

The Little Fishing Harbour with its many restaurants and boats. . .

There is so much to see in the area and we were only able to take a quick look but cannot wait to go back. I can’t tell you much about the history of the area, there is a museum but it was closed yesterday. There are many salt water lagoons and inlets. There are paths for walking, cycling and of course plenty of water based activities. Probably a plethora of wildlife too, but you can’t see much in a few hours. We did our best and next time we’ll stay the night at least if not several!

We need to collect more shells for when the grandchildren come to visit . . .

Loose Ends is Published and Available. . .

I’m pretty new to this self-publishing lark on Amazon and I’ve done a few things A about F. I’d intended to post a link on here today for a free giveaway of the e-book via Booksprout but discovered, at the last minute, that I could only do that PRIOR to the e-book going live on Amazon, which it did last Monday so I missed the boat and so did you. But, no worries you can still download it for a small amount and if you’re a member of Kindle Unlimited you can download it for free. The paperback book is also available so you have a choice.

Above is the fabulous book cover designed by Emma Ewbank To order the book you can click HERE and it will take you to your Amazon location for the paperback. Click HERE for the ebook version.

Promotion is such a difficult thing and I’m hoping that lots of you will help me spread the word about my debut novel. It’s a good read and a page turner, according to The Man. It’s historical fiction/romance with a little bit of ‘mature’ content in it but nothing gratuitous. I don’t want to give away any spoilers so I’m choosing my words carefully.

You can watch a little book trailer HERE on my YouTube channel and while you’re there please subscribe to the channel and you’ll be notified when I post a new video., for example next week there will be a chance to watch an interview with me recorded on Zoom. I’ll keep you posted here or with my Newsletter or on the social media platforms.

Could I just add this little plea. . . ‘If you buy the book and read it, in whatever form, please give it a review either on Amazon or Goodreads or on FB, Instagram etc., It’s the only way that self-published authors can raise their profile and increase their sales. Thank you so much’.

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Long Awaited Cover Reveal…

Not too many words today just a wonderful picture of the front cover designed by the wonderful Emma Ewbank. I’m looking forward to sharing publication and launch dates with you all soon!