#siesta van is now a #weekend van – progress of sorts –

Apologies to anyone who might have been waiting for updates on the siesta van because I’m not being particularly forthcoming or speedy – in reality as much as in reporting, although a fair amount has been slowly achieved. It is definitely now a weekend van (although, with back and side doors open to entice breezes, fantastic for siestas).


The van did attain its MOT, 3rd try, and I shan’t go into the perils of buying from a skelm (rascal) because you wouldn’t be that stupid. Suffice it to say the previous MOT must have been an under-the-counter job because some issues had definitely not developed in a year. Sorted now, fully roadworthy (two minor advisories) and for buyers of vans in future, the good news is that all MOTs are now filmed, so getting that certificate without even presenting the vehicle is no longer possible. Just to give one example, the passenger seat was not only illegal for the van, but frighteningly unsafely mounted … the two back seats have gone too. They somehow passed without comment in the first test, but it seemed too risky to try them again in the second, and they took up a lot of room considering I had no intention of ever carrying multiple passengers.


It was an expensive business, pretty much doubling that low, low, purchase price, plus now having that required legal bench seat binned my planned design. Back to the drawing board, but every layout was going to cost a fortune. Hmm. A 20 year old van which I probably couldn’t keep anyway? Instead the plan became, look at what you have, not only the van itself but generally on hand: repurpose: upcycle. I also made the decision to convert it to what I wanted, not what the DVLA would like, or even a potential future buyer, who might hate all the expensive decisions I generously made on their behalf. The whole point of a van, after all, versus a custom-built motorhome, is to fine-tune it to what works for you, and only fix what doesn’t.


What I have, then – a full-size double bed which is built in, half a metre in from the back doors (because of that long-gone hoist) taking up most of the floor space lengthways and, at 160cm wide, pretty much filling the 170cm available. It is hinged, so can be lifted (by a gorilla, or two people) and strapped to the side out of the way, if the van is needed for cargo. Well, work with that. There’s a ton of space underneath, even with the huge spare tyre and Kim’s bed (he’s a nervous dog, and feels safest under the bed. Carina prefers sleeping on the middle of the bed). The 10cm gap is just right for the folding lounger which I had inherited with the ‘new’, tiny, house and didn’t really want or need. The folded lounger has also proved itself a handy height and length to pile stuff on top, something I am trying to nip in the bud.


The van urgently needed some quick-access storage and a bit of workspace. I already had a tiny computer desk, a tatty bedside cabinet, a lightweight slim table, and 8 square baskets (5 of them dating back to my original 2017 van). 3 fit under the edge of the bed (leaving a generous gap for Kim to get in and out), 4 in the shelves of the computer desk. One is tucked next to the sliding door as a temporary lined bin, and may stay there, it works. (Like every other camper, I keep a bigger rubbish bag tied outside). The desk, cabinet, and table were sanded down and painted in the same soft neutral grey as the carpeted sides. The first two are now securely wall-hung on lift-off brackets, and the hideously inconveniently-placed leisure battery could be moved, without rewiring, to fit snugly out of the way under the smaller unit. (The leisure battery runs the TV and the built-in lights, I haven’t asked it to keep the cooler-box fridge going overnight, I have no idea how old / enfeebled, or indeed how powerful, it is.)


That wasted space inside the backdoors has become my favourite spot in the van: a baby mattress turned it into turned it into an ideal place to sit with morning coffee admiring the view. A back porch is not usually incorporated into a van design, the luckiest repurpose of all! Since this photo I have cut up and upholstered an old foam mattress to make a rather more conventional seat, as my visiting granddaughter occasionally needs the cot mattress.

My coffee and breakfast spot, when the dogs shift up a little

The lightweight (3 kg) slim table has become the hardest-working item in the van – overnight it clips into lift-off brackets on the bed frame, becoming an eccentric headboard with its 2 little drawers ideal for phone and torch, current book, and stopping my pillows going AWOL into the back porch. During the day it either moves outside as an al fresco table for meals, or inside as a laptop desk, or even as extended ‘kitchen’ workspace. I took the van away for a trial weekend to nearby Orgiva to escape a noisy fiesta in my village and was thrilled to find every change made so far has made it extremely user-friendly. Quirky, granted, but the dogs love it and it was unexpectedly comfortable. Even my eccentric ‘en suite loo’ worked out perfectly overnight and of course at a campsite loos, showers, sinks for washing up, and even washing machines, are all included. I’d cobbled together hasty blinds for the first weekend at Trevelez and this time experimented a bit more – some had magnets, some had plastic suckers. The very cheap windshield shades should be avoided, by the way, they start to disintegrate as soon as they are cut. Aluminium bubble-wrap, especially the thermal stuff, lined with fabric for internal appeal, was the most successful, although it is too thick for the magnets so the inside fabric has to be large enough to cover the metal window frames. I’ll stick with suckers going forward, although the magnets are really useful for quick-fix fly / shade netting.

Big thumbs-up to Camping Orgiva, dog-friendly, in particular a huge meadow where they can run off-lead. They are welcome everywhere on-lead

The ceiling has now had its first lot of insulation, professional aluminium-backed stuff bought by the roll from Amazon. I’m planning to add more recycled ceramic foam stuffing (I tried for the recycled plastic bottle stuff, surprisingly difficult to source in Spain) before fitting ceiling panels. All the little nooks and crannies also have to be stuffed – the first 5m roll was delivered yesterday, because, unfortunately, best will in the world, repurposing and upcycling can only go so far, some stuff does have to be bought. The first trial batch of 4-way-stretch carpeting has just arrived, as I was typing this, because things like the wheel and ceiling arches have still to be insulated and carpeted. (Not sure yet about the actual ceiling panels, and risking turning the whole space into a furry grey womb, hence only a trial pack). The van has, of course, metal reinforcing struts running round the sides at around head level and I went a little overboard on magnetic racks, shelves, knife holders, kitchen roll holders, battery-operated lights, and rechargeable USB lights. (There are lights built in, and running off the leisure battery, but I like to read at night and now have 3 different sources of light, nice.) There’s therefore no way I’m covering those handy struts but they will be stuffed with insulation and, because they are shabby and a bit battle-scarred, repainted. Not grey. I have a soft green metal paint in the storeroom already (re-use, re-cycle, re-purpose). There’s a lot of interior decorating to do, aligning and coordinating some very random items in very random colours.

The next expense will be gas struts for the bed, so that I can get to that massive additional storage without leopard-crawling under there, or having to find someone to help lift the bed. All this of course means I am heavily reliant on the friend Nick who did most of the work on my house refurb some years back and has remained worth his weight in gold and coffee ever since for maintenance and upgrades and, now, helping with van conversion. I dream up what I want, he tells me it won’t work, sometimes he’s right and I have to rethink: as in 2017 with the Casa Excéntrico, as in 2025 getting sorted in PP4, as now. He doesn’t approve of the van because there’s no chance in hell of that DVLA re-classification on my revised budget-driven layout, but he’s prevented some expensive mistakes. We’re arguing about the gas struts. A lot of the planning is designed to keep the van dual-purpose: the bed lifting up, the lift-out cabinets, even the removable magnetic fittings. I’m not intending to move house again but the van was priceless for the last move, and who knows when it may have to temporarily revert to hauling around furniture and boxes? It can.

Another expense I’m debating is more of a luxury, a power-pack to run the cooler-box fridge, laptop, electric kettle, and keep all the rechargeables recharged, so I can occasionally skip having to go overnight to a campsite. There’s a bewildering variety on offer, some available with mobile solar panels so one can park in any shade available, but have the panels in the sun. Research is ongoing.

Tick-tock as the extremely noisy annual Moros v Cristianos fiesta happens mid June and the dogs have to be removed from all the muskets, cannons, and fireworks for 3 to 4 days.

Such fun!

How famous a writer would you really want to be?

Yup, I know, international best-seller and household name. That’s the kneejerk reaction, right?

When I first starting publishing books I was convinced I was putting myself under a spotlight for the whole world to see. I’m pretty sure other writers can identify with that, because of course we are. Some are cautious and call themselves totally different names. Some do use their real names, or switch to using their nom de plume all the time, bring it on.

However, the world has quite a lot of calls on its attention. Several million writers, for starters, and unless they are phenomenally successful, writers come pretty far down on the list. From being terrified of the spotlight, we move to diffident attempts to attract it (er, hello?) to actively trying to get noticed, to shrugging and accepting that there may be a handful of people glancing our way occasionally. On a good day.

I genuinely hadn’t realised how far my own attitude has shifted until a member of the singles website which enjoys my patronage did a blog about one of my books – the guide to using a singles website, Looking For Mr Will-Do-Nicely.  It was a decidedly barbed blog, wondering aloud how many people from the website would find themselves in the book, and the first few comments were definitely a little paranoid. A website friend sent me a hurried whatsapp, you have to get that blog deleted! Contact the moderators, they are very helpful, they can take it down.

Are you crazy?

I wasn’t thrilled – the blog was barbed – but as Barnum said, no such thing as bad publicity. The book doesn’t point any fingers at individuals, only at types. It gives really good advice. It’s even listed on my profile on the website, and more to the point, it’s not private. It is for sale anywhere in the world. Anyone can buy it. I wish more people would. Everyone on a singles website, for starters.

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My website buddy was slightly horrified. But she’s being negative. Whatever you do, don’t comment on the blog! It will stir up all sorts of trouble.

Umm – like people talking about the book? I did appreciate her concern, but it came from her personal horror of being targeted by the malicious. Individuals crave privacy, writers crave publicity.

I commented on the blog, mainly to defuse the paranoia, and there was laughter and a little discussion before the singles turned their attention to another blog and the whole tiny storm in a tiny teacup faded into yesterday’s news.

Makes me wonder, though, having embraced the spotlight, how bright would I want it to get? It would certainly be nice to sell more books, and all the marketing in the world can’t replace being discussed. All advertising, PR and marketing is aimed at starting discussion!  He who shouts the loudest gets the most attention, and I’m rubbish at shouting.

Can you imagine achieving fame, though?  Shifted from behind the parapet, and hoisted into full view  … after those early anxieties I hadn’t thought about it at all, but these days, ouch. To be even mildly or briefly in the spotlight is to be sniped at by any mean-spirited numpty giddy with the power of being able to fire their assault rifle from cover. To be so famous that every fretful tweet you ever wrote in a bad mood was hauled up out of context and shredded, every unguarded word you ever added to a public Facebook debate was given the rubber-hose treatment, and every decision you made was criticised by the following trolls? It happens to politicians, it happens to celebrities, and it happens to household name writers, good or bad.

So, not too famous.  Selling a few thousand books a month would more than cover it. Ta.

(That singles one, you should tell any mature single you know to get it. No, seriously. Good advice. It’s not in the margin with the others because it isn’t fiction. Click here for an Amazon near you, ebook or paperback)

http://mybook.to/MrWillDoNicely

The Writing Process Blog Tour

I’ve been nominated by Georgia Rose for the Writing Process Blog Tour – thank you Georgia!

 

A Single Step’ is Georgia’s first romantic suspense novel, and is the first book in The Grayson Trilogy. It will be joined by ‘Before the Dawn’ this summer and finally by ‘Thicker than Water’.  Her website is Georgiarosebooks  Georgia Rose

So, the blog tour:

I have to answer four questions about what, why and how I write, then link to the blogger that tagged me, and tag two or three more authors in turn.

 

1. What am I working on now?

I’m trying to get Nine Ten Begin Again ready for beta readers, the fifth in a series of whodunits set in the greater Edinburgh area. (Which is why the pic is of the fabulous Kelpies, which soar next to the M9.) The first four have led the characters up towards this book (in between bodies and murderous villains, of course) but there’s a fairly dramatic change in character interaction and it is really worrying me, to the point where I asked two beta readers for feedback on an early draft, something I have never done before. They approved it enthusiastically (I do love my beta readers very much indeed) so it is full steam ahead. Totally nerve-wracking, as the first four books are slowly picking up fans, some of whom may be resistant to the change.  Seven Eight had twelve beta readers and because I am so nervous I am recruiting even more for Nine Ten, if anyone is up for it? Filthy job, but someone has to do it.  I always need new readers, because of the series side, but want a couple more regulars this time because of the change in the dynamic.


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2. How does my work differ from others in its genre?

I write cosy whodunnits—also known as cozy whodunits—which is a fairly strictly controlled genre (not quite as bad as the original Detective Club rules) and if mine differ in any particulars, it is because my sleuths are neither young and trendy, nor ancient. They are semi-retired but not old. Baby boomers, really, and the hardest thing has been getting readers to see them as active and lively and not elderly Miss Marple-and-friends.  They are much more in the Rosemary and Thyme, or Murder She Wrote, age-group and I have a lot of fun with them. The books are possibly also a bit funnier than the conventional armchair detective novel, although there are some wonderfully funny ones in the genre.  The humour is very understated, my favourite readers are the ones that tell me they find themselves smiling all the way through.

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3. Why do I write what I do?

That is such a good question, and I have no answer whatsoever. I started my scribbling life writing historical novels (so much research) and switched to alternating that with SF. I love SF, but am not very good at it from a purist point of view, as I have a very shaky grasp on the technicalities and am frowned on by the true fundi. Detective fiction is an absolute killer, because you have to work out a murder, a murderer, then reverse-engineer the story with clues and red herrings. The first was incredibly difficult and written for private reasons. If reading them is like putting together a jigsaw puzzle, writing them is like hand-cutting each piece.  Very addictive, though. . . well, I’m addicted.

 

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4. How does my writing process work?

With a murder, or mystery, that creeps into my thoughts and slowly evolves in the background. Eventually it takes shape enough that I can start feeding my characters into it. They have evolved to the point where their input shapes the story further and once I have a beginning, a middle and an end, I start fleshing out, that’s the best point of all, where I will be writing four or five thousand words in a session and the world recedes into a hazy background. Eventually the draft reaches a point where I think it is complete, I put it away for a month and try to catch up on real life.  The first major edit after a month is always a letdown, it is never as brilliant as it seemed! Poking, prodding, pruning and adding (with my beta readers in mind) gets it to the point where it can go for their input, which always provokes multiple rewrites. Finally it goes for editing, and I put a release date on the blog and order the cover.

Thanks for reading and I hope you find something of interest in this.

 

I am tagging two authors I have read and enjoyed, and my third is a bright new talent:

Andy Lake is a serious and highly regarded writer who, in a lighter vein, writes some of the best SF microstories in the business, check out those tabs on his website on http://andylake.co.uk/

Susan Scott writes beautifully, I found her first via her book but she is a great blogger and there will be a wealth of blogs right now as she has just finished the April A-Z challenge on a difficult but nicely-realized subject  http://www.gardenofedenblog.com/

Kirsten Arcadio has a very evocative website and with one book out, one due and a third before the end of the year, is a talent to watch  http://www.kirstenarcadio.co.uk/kirsten-arcadio/

 

NYR. Get a life.

I haven’t done an IWSG post for quite a while but wanted to pass on a bit of gentle advice from my cousin, who said she’d been set a story theme at school which their teacher told them was life advice as well. She’d come to realize it, and she thought it was time to remind me. The theme was ‘The Machine That Ran Away With Its Driver’.

I joked that it was too late for that, but was typing away furiously at 03h00 this morning when it suddenly clicked into focus. Oh. Right. Maybe I was becoming just a little obsessive, yes? Blame the new year, if you kelpies 009will, because I published my first book on January 1st 2013 and wanted to put out a birthday omnibus (which by the way I did, at 02h00, and there’s a clickable link in the side bar), and I also wanted to start pulling all sorts of plans learned from ALLi into place for 2014. So there were more deadlines than there would usually be, on top of finding time for the job that pays the bills, and I’ve been writing until 2 or 3 in the morning for the last couple of weeks. I could have spent Christmas with my family but cried off because of the killer drive, and worked through, only stopping briefly on Boxing Day to see some friends who had flown to Scotland to see the amazing Kelpies.

Was my machine, is my machine, running away with me? The friends were on a tight deadline and hadn’t originally been coming to mine, but we had to come here after all to cut the padlock off their suitcase. It made me realize, as I hadn’t before, how much of a pigsty the house was becoming. Five half-empty coffee cups around the computer, for starters. Thank goodness the unopened Christmas presents weren’t in the lounge—no Christmas decorations up at all, for that matter. Who had time for Christmas decorations? Or opening presents? Or eating? I lost four pounds over the Christmas break (not complaining, you understand. Just saying.)

Yes time is short, and running out at a terrifying rate, and yes I’m happiest when I’m writing. But it’s supposed to be my bliss, not my controller, so my new year resolution is to chill, just a little. Walk the dog more than once a day. Get a life, if I can find time for it between working and writing. Scratch that, make the time.

Happy New Year, and may 2014 find you always in full control of your machine.