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Example of Computer Hooked

                                                                         Computer Hooked – Me??

I know when I have had enough of the computer because I say so, usually after I have been trying to find some information. My immortal words are “sod it that’s enough dam computers.” It’s around this stage the call of the sea gets me so after a good old winge and a cuppa I have a re-think kiss my wife grab the keys and we drive to the beach.

Some of our best ideas have come from these drives. Got a problem we cant get the answer to, we get in the car and head for the coast. Usually by the time we arrive ideas are flowing and often a solution has been found, and I can have a relaxing swim quite possible I’ll get one today thanks to Kindle….

Writing Frustration

But its the times when I’m struggling with my writing and get frustrated that I utter those immortal words.  Times when I can’t get the story to flow or find the information I need, then realise that it wasn’t there in the first place. I think  this all stems from the days we used to drive back and forth to visit my dr. Twice a year we would drive through France on the way to a port, talk about anything and everything. Problems both real and imagined, health, life and my writing and generally put the world to rights, and we still do although admittedly the longest journey we now make is to Barcelona airport.

Computer Hooked?

So why, I wonder, do we seem more able to talk in the car, or walking or having a coffee etc.,  the answer is simple NO BLOODY COMPUTERS!!!  Being a writer I spend a lot of time on one, most of the day in fact.  During the summer when it’s too hot to do anything (like today) if I am not writing I have the cricket on-line and sit in front of my computer either working or reading the reports that come in (and yes I am listening to it).  If my wife is not pottering around the house she is also on her computer talking to her gardening or FB friends whilst doing research or trying to put the wine book together.

It’s not that we don’t talk we do, but with these distractions it’s a bit disjointed.  So come the evening – like tonight – we look forward to petanca.  My wife goes to play bingo with her Catalan friends two nights a week and I go to petanca then we meet up and either go to the club Nautique for a drink by the river and see friends or Reiner’s if we are hungry.

In the early hours of the morning (well they are to us) when it gets light -6am here  5am UK time – and its cool we can now be found in the garden tidying up or watering.  We don’t water at night because the cubes have warmed up and hot water is not good for plants so they have around 3 hours before the sun get up here to enjoy a cool drink.

So with everything considered I suppose I have answered my own question. For some reason the sea is in me and a trip to the seaside is always sitting there at the back of my mind plus there are no computers ANYWHERE.

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc (author)

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New Beds and Tiles

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The stones on the bulb bed are supposed to deter the wild cats…

Well summer is over, yes it is!  The fiesta has been and gone, most of the bars in town are shut – they made that much money? – and when THAT happens you know the summers ended.  Oh of course the sun still shines but it starts to get colder and when the schools open again next week you will see jackets on people, this is country life our style.  So whilst the weather has been grey and wet my wife has been in the garden building new bulb beds, weeding and laying a small patio around the washing line.  No it’s not hard work, we have some old floor tiles lying around the finca and she has made use of them.  They won’t be stood on so they shouldn’t break but they will keep the weeds down as well as making that part of the garden look nice and tidy.

To the side she has started to make a violet and miniature bulb rockery, and has built a wall behind the lilies and gladioli with some large stones she found in her ‘quarry’ (where the large pine tree used to be).  I heard a lot of shouting the other day and on investigation found my wife yelling ‘not that way or not there you stupid rock’ as the stones she slid down the slope kept going – she had forgotten the law of inertia – anyway, these are now in place so the small natural wall is finished I think!!

On the pump house side I suggested that she brought the ground level up to the height of the cisterna then she could plant bulbs in there.  So when we were in Bauhaus the other day she bought a 70ltr bag of compost more gladioli bulbs but forgot the black bags for the weed suppressant. As for me I have cleared out the ‘potting’ shed and tidied  my work bench,  laid a better floor in there just little jobs I had been putting off.  I didn’t realise how much small ‘might come in useful’ stuff we had hoarded so a trip to the skip was made and now you can walk into the area with plenty of room.

More Piggywigs

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I seem to have found the right place for this camera, we have several shots of this family but I would like a good one of the boar.  Every time I fetch it in to check the photos we get excited like children at Christmas the disappointment when there are no pictures is very real. We love our wildlife, and all we need now are shots of the goats.

 

Back To School

As I have said summer is over and school starts again next week, so I have been trying to get the book I will need for this term.  I just couldn’t get a copy anywhere, but the clever clogs I’m married to found the ISBN number and ordered it from the bookshop in town and picked it up this week.  She also bought me a new writing pad and pens – feel like I’m back to junior school – with strict instructions that these are for school not writing my stories in. Oh and yes I have my ‘satchel’….

 

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

 

 

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I hope you will excuse me if I repeat myself here but I am rather proud of our roses. This one was given to my wife by her friend, also a keen gardener, who found it difficult to grow roses where they live. Every time we visit my wife comes away with cuttings or small plants, some of which take whilst others die, so it really does depend on our little ECO system here as to what we can grow.

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So this morning we were weeding the edge of the terrace where I have planted Flags and Lilly bulbs in the hope that they will hold the terrace top together, building a small retaining wall was not an option here as the original terrace wall has crumbled in places – ant works.   This was their first year and to my surprise and joy they put on a good show, especially the white Flags that the our friends in the local Petanc club gave us.  I was a little worried about whether or not these would survive as down by the Petanc courts they got plenty of water up here they get some, but basically like the wild Flags they are on their own.  We were well pleased not only when they flowered but as we weeded we noticed they had begun to spread, always nice when that happens. The other nice thing about the garden are the Cacti they are in flower now and looking well.

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I often mention the fact that although there is rain all around we never seem to get much if any.  Living in a valley in the mountains you would expect to have a fair bit of the wet stuff, but no! the clouds gather grumble then ‘bog off’ somewhere else to drop their water.  Realising that it might be difficult for some of you to grasp I took these photos on such a day in question, and no – no rain!  Think I might get one of those rockets the French wine producers use to make the clouds drop their water now where’s Google…………………………….

Right now for a little titter.   Those of you who have followed our stories when we go out and about, know that nothing is simple where we are concerned.  If there is a way to get lost going from A to B in a straight line we find it or if we try to get something done again it turns into a saga or adventure depending on how you look at it.  So being in town and doing something simple like sitting in the café working on the laptops should be plain sailing shouldn’t it? well grab a coffee and try not to laugh too much.

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Let Us Out!!

Monday morning found us heading into town around 10am as my wife had a dentist appointment. So with laptops in the carry bag off we went.  She was supposed to have a small filling plus a small adjustment to her new dentures which would not take long so she had already decided to be a ‘big girl’ and go on her own. Therefore when we found ourselves outside the dentists an hour early (see where this is going?) I headed for the car park which is near the top of town not far from the dentists then we descended on the café opposite. We often use this little café its friendly, clean and upstairs there are plenty of plugs for people to use laptops/tablets.

The ladies in there are used to us so while I headed upstairs to our normal table my wife ordered the coffees then joined me.  Everything sorted out she began to type up my Social Freedom blog so I could carry on translating another of my books into Spanish.  I noticed the time was getting near her appointment so off she bravely trotted – must be horrid to have a fear of dentists.  Anyway she was soon back and a happy bunny, ordered more coffee then settled down to finish typing.  We were so engrossed in what we were doing that it was a while before I realised that it was quiet – too quiet!  No music, voices, door opening or closing. I looked at her and said ‘they wouldn’t have forgotten we’re up here and locked us in – would they?’  she thought for a moment then stated the obvious ‘yes!’  So I decided the alarm needed to be set off, the fact that we could be clearly seen by passers-by was no good as most people had gone to lunch.  Whilst my wife packed everything away I wandered down stairs towards the door off went the alarm we waited no one turned up.  Ummm so with my wife sitting at a table in front of the door I took a few steps  into the café then off went the alarm again, bloody noisy.   This time it worked there they were two slightly concerned ladies but chuckling away as they let two OAP’s out who acted like two puppies let out to play.  The result was we were so traumatized we had to go to the coast for lunch – well that’s our excuse and we are sticking to it.

So today is hopefully peaceful but we are going into town I have school this afternoon……………

(c)  Michael Douglas Bosc

 

 

 

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Michael Bosc Slides in from Spain to Guest with Mike Angley

MA: Michael Bosc is living in Spain on a finca growing olives and almonds. He was born in London during the second world war when V1s and Land Mines were falling on the houses. He served nine years in the RAF and is married with two grown up children.

Learning to sail in his mid forties, he sailed across the channel on many occasions visiting the Normandy coast from Cherbourg to Fecamp where English Kings are buried. Michael has always had an interest in history and found it relaxing writing an adventure story set in the latter stages of the American War of Independence: A Soldiers Wind.

His second book, A Loving Son, echoes back to his earlier life just after the war and the East end criminals, with the gangs growing, the East End criminals were finding their feet, this was Stanley’s training ground…

Interesting life story, Michael, and welcome to my blog. How did you get into the world of writing?

MB: I am retired and had been thinking of writing for some time. However, until I moved to Spain I never had the time, with sailing and other activities. But when my father-in-law died and we went back to England, I picked up the Sunday Telegraph and in there was an article by a lady reviewer. She was saying how all the books she had reviewed although good, did not contain enough sex, it was a bit like waves crashing on the beach. It was not necessary to be explicit but we all like to read about sex, so being a normal health male I thought, why not?

MA: (Chuckling) I understand it was your personal interests that drew you to the specific ideas you had for a novel. Tell us about that.

MB: My interest is in Naval History, British or otherwise, so when I read that I thought, I could write something along those lines, after all I sailed for over 20 years. I mentioned this to my wife who said go for it, and A Soldiers Wind was born.

A year later my mother-in-law was seriously ill and whilst in England (again) I decided to write about Stanley Saunders, an East end boy growing up in London after WW2, whose mother was a prostitute who set up an escort agency. It tells of Stanley’s maturing and how whilst protecting his mother from the villains, he hones his skills as a killer, an assassin; thus A Loving Son was born.

MA: Did your personal life’s story influence your writing – any real-life East enders as characters?

MB: No, apart from the fact of my birth-date 21st October (Trafalgar Day) plus my love of history and reading naval books, no. Not even the gangs of East London were close contacts however at that time in history it was a well documented fact that bodies were dumped in the marshes or were propping up bridges.

MA: Tell us about your novels.

MB: A Loving Son was supposed to be the first novel out, but Authorhouse were reluctant to publish at first as Stanley and Gillian were under 18yrs. Unfortunately, the difference between the USA and England was around 2 years, but after re-writing a few bits Stanley was published. I think I am more in tune with A Loving Son because of its setting in the period of time I grew up in. There was an awful lot of bent police, gang killings, and general dodgy goings on.

For a woman to set up a business in that atmosphere at that time was very bold. If the police were not wanting a cut to turn a blind eye to what was going on then the gangs wanted protection money so she could continue. Diane, although a prostitute, was a loving mother very fond of her only son and very protective towards him. She had her head on right and saved money to buy a house so they had somewhere to live. There is a lot more to her than you first see.

I took the memories of how hard it was in London immediately after the war, with rationing, food shortages etc., and then put Stanley in the role of protector of his mother. Strange as it may seem, once I had done that and given him a name, Stanley appeared and started to tell his story; once begun it just went from logical reactions to logical actions. What I did learn was that to Stanley there was no grey area, only black and white.

MA: Tell us more about Stanley’s character.
MB: He is honest in his way, does not think about when he kills, looks at it as a job pure and simple. But he does care about his mother and the girls. He is fond of them and looks after them like his family. However after a kill he needs sex…

MA: Oh my! Are you planning more stories in the future?

MB: I have the sequels to both books ready to go to print, and I am working on the next ones. Plus I am putting together a wine book with a difference. I write blogs on the local ‘Cellers’ here and the superb wines they produce, but I also add their history to the story. I am not a wine snob, I say what we like and don’t like but then most people can do that. I try to say something about the people, the village or the countryside. There is so much more than opening a bottle, tasting and writing. These blogs can also be found on Southwest Wines site, where they have been kind enough to give me my own page.

MA: Thanks, Michael. I appreciate you stopping by and visiting with me. I know my readers will want to learn more about you, too. Please visit Michael’s blog for more information: https://asoldierswind.wordpress.com/

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Que pasa?

I stalk them here, I stalk them there,
I stalk those birdies everywhere.
In a bush or in a tree,
Those birdies keep ahead of me.
But I am crafty I am slick,
With my trusty camera I will click.
At last I cry I’ve got you mate,
Then look to see he’d flown oh great.
But at long last I have found,
The simplest way is stand my ground.
So in my chair beneath the tree,
No camera have I on my knee.
Then here they are all flying round,
And pecking at the stony ground.
Oh I give up I can not win,
It’s just not fair it’s such a sin.
So I’ll just sit here in the sun,
Watching the blighters having fun.

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I have been asked why I write about sex in my stories. Why not, all books have some sexual content but most leave the reader with waves crashing on the shore at that time.

I however, believe that a little gentle erotica is a good thing. There is nothing wrong with sex and never really has been. It is when its portrayed as hard and vicious with no feeling that it becomes wrong. Sex should be a careing gentle thing with a feeling of enjoyment by both parties otherwise its just rape.

I try to impart this feeling in my books, whether between a husband his wife or lover there is still that feeling of care. In the late 1700’s early 1800’s it was accepted that women took ‘companions’, this was their way of sexual fulfilment and not having a baby every year as contraception was not exactly a priority.  This left the men able to have a mistress who did not mind having children but who usually knew about preventing babies.

Society in those days accepted the situation especially when in the tropics. Many offspring of famous males sired on their mistresses have either taken over the family title or proved to be famous themselves. Obviously there were ‘rotters’ there always are, but usually these men looked after the mistresses and their children. I have tried to relate these situations in A Soldier’s Wind and hope to have achieved my aim.

In A loving Son, I have taken the attitudes of post war London and entwined the story of Stanley and his mother with the conditions of that day.  East London was not the rosey place depicted in some films, it was hard, and for those who had no husabnds or means of supporting themselves it was even harder.  Women did take to prostitution to provide a home and food for themselves and children, there was no social then, no child benefits or tax credits like there is today and the NHS was only just starting up.

What there was were criminal gangs, robberies, sex clubs (for the rich), bent coppers, mayhem and murder. So Stanley became a skilled killer, honing his skills whilst protecting his mother, an assissin in the making, A Loving Son indeed .

 

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I have always been interested in sailing and Naval History, and knowing this my sister gave me books on the subject for birthday and christmas presents – for which I am grateful having enjoyed them very much.  However, I felt there was a gap in that area and began toying with the idea of writing myself having had ideas going round in my head for some time.

The turning point came from an article I had read in a newspaper, a literary critic was complaining that although the books she had read contained romance they were `sedate´. Yes there were hints of sex but no actual sex, that is when I decided to start writing and put some sex alongside action, blood and guts; with sailors who had the money, setting up mistresses. All this existed and is well documented in history even to the point of women being on board the sailing ships with a small number impersonating crewmen fighting and dying along side them. There were also births on board all of whom were recorded and  added to the ships muster, such was the way in the  Royal Navy during the 17th, 18th and early 19th century.  So I started to write and Jason, the times and people in his life  were born, I hope you enjoy it.

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