ENGLAND RESEARCH TRIP: October 8

England, October 8: Another lovely writing day and walking day…

Tuesdays are Market Days. There were about twenty market stalls in the center of town: all kinds of fresh loaves of bread, local cheeses in big wheels…

 

 

…and a huge variety of locally grown fruits and vegetables all. There were all kinds of crafts, knits, local musical talent, you name it.

I also bought two sweaters at a charity shop (no room to pack any because of books), some British Christmas cards at the market. I also found a shop with all kinds of gluten/dairy/sugar-free things I could eat!

The rest of the pictures are of my walks (three of them, all new routes). It includes a field of brown sheep, a telephone box turned into a gallery of very good watercolor pictures for sale, and stone steps for getting between the streets in the village. The days are flying by!

ENGLAND RESEARCH TRIP: October 7

England, October 7:

Today was a rainy day in the Dales, but lovely! I drank lots of tea today,

I worked for hours close to the fireplace (cozy).

 

Then I walked and managed to get lost (and Google maps on my phone wouldn’t work). But I made it to another village and got my bearings there to get back.

On the hike I found several “conkers.” (We call them buckeyes at home.) They are good luck! They even have world conker competitions here!

ENGLAND RESEARCH TRIP: October 6

England, Oct. 6: I had an easy day today:

  • started with God and my tea in the window seat,
  • cooked some farm fresh eggs,
  • walked a couple of hours (BIG STEEP hills, and later rain and a rainbow),
  • made friends with some sheep,
  • wrote a new chapter,
  • did some research,
  • napped away the jet lag,
  • grocery shopped and cooked,
  • read a lot, and the day flew.
  • A perfect day!
  • (Thirteen photos below.)

 

 

 

 

 

ENGLAND RESEARCH TRIP: October 5

England, Oct. 5:

I’m tired, but happy! I only slept a couple hours on the overnight flight, but I’m “settled in Settle” now.

I unpacked, then did some shopping for essentials, and had a cuppa tea in the window seat overlooking my tiny “secret garden.”

Then I strolled around the village, and hiked to the next small village nearby. It is so GREEN here! I love the dry stone walls all over the countryside; it’s been so wet here that many of them are clothed in moss two inches thick.

I can tell I’m going to sleep great tonight!

 

(Eight photos below)

 

 

Making Memories with Laura Ingalls Wilder, Pioneer Girl

In a slight departure from the writing tips posts, I want to share some photos of the homesteads where Laura Ingalls Wilder lived. I just returned from touring sites with my youngest daughter and her two girls (ages 6 and 8).

My granddaughters read the Laura books this past year, and my own three girls were raised on them. They visited Independence KS and Walnut Grove before I caught up with them. These are photos from De Smet SD and Mansfield MO

The pictures below are mostly from De Smet, where we could take more photos of the hands-on experiences. (Rules prohibited photos inside the actual Ingalls homes and surveyor’s house.) There is also a photo “On the Shores of Silver Lake” in De Smet.

The last two photos are from Mansfield MO, at Laura and Almanzo’s home where they lived many years. (They built that huge farmhouse by hand themselves, one room at a time as they could afford it, with materials found on the farm.) Everything in the house was exactly the way Laura left it when she died in 1957. For us devoted Laura fans, it was incredible getting to see Pa’s fiddle and the two items saved when Laura and Almanzo’s first home burned down, among dozens of other personal effects.

Laura, the Writer

As a writer, I loved seeing Laura’s writing desk, left exactly as it was the day she died. (I loved that a letter from her publisher lay on her desk. It was called Harper & Brothers then. I’ve had a number of books published by HarperCollins, as it is now called.) I know it’s rather silly, but I also loved seeing her Blue Willow dishes in her kitchen. (I have collected them since I got a child’s Blue Willow tea set when I was young.) A kindred soul!

For all you Laura fans out there, here’s my mini tribute to a tough, sensitive, gritty, wonderful pioneer girl and writer. ENJOY!

At De Smet, South Dakota 

Mansfield, MO

The Fun Side of Research: Local Color

Even though I had done months of reading and research before my stay in the Yorkshire village of Settle, I learned so much more by living there a month. 

How I loved all the small town events in the village: folk singing many nights in the pub, a weekly market day every Tuesday, the weekend organized hikes up into the moors to see caves and waterfalls, and talks at the library and museum by people with first-hand accounts of events. And while I didn’t see any front porches with swings, nearly everyone had a gorgeous flower garden out front or window boxes bursting with blooms. This usually meant plenty of gardeners to chat with when you went for a walk.

I will talk later about the people I met, the museum programs I went to, the help I received from two authors and a museum curator there, and the retired folks who told fascinating stories of WWII involvement and working on the railroad during the steam train era. That kind of research was invaluable. Just as colorful, though, were the little local traditions that varied from village to village, the things that made each village unique.

The Settle Flowerpot Festival

One fun tradition in this small village involved making flower pot people and animals for their annual flower pot competition. The event was over by the time we visited Settle, but a few of the homes and businesses still had them on display. So, just for fun, here are a few. Will I use this information in the book I’m working on? Maybe. It’s authentic local color, the kind of detail that hadn’t shown up in anything I’d read or seen online. 

These are just a sampling of the flowerpot people and animals I saw on my walks. Can you tell what these creatures are?

   

  

  

  

Simple fun. Certainly creative. The fun side of research.

 

Settling In to Write

Time to write.

Last week, when my husband was here in England, we saw many incredible historic sights, both locally and in the surrounding towns. I gathered material, bought books, took hundreds of photos and videos, and was only back in the apartment long enough each night to sleep. (Our apartment is the middle and top floor of the building on the left. There is a real estate office on the ground floor.) Three days ago, my husband flew home to go back to work, and I stayed here for a while to get down to work as well.

I love that the village’s name is Settle. I love the connotations of the word. Over the weekend, I settled down and am settling in now, spreading my papers and books and computer all over the dining table and coffee table.

Settling IN, Settling DOWN

When we arrived, the apartment looked like this:

  

Now it looks like this:

Settling down has involved going inside my head now to sort through everything I crammed into my brain last week. I take time first thing in the morning for prayer and reading. I don’t rush. Then I check the weather and enjoy watching the mail carrier go down the lane.

The middle of the day is spent writing, reading, and eating! (A lot of each thing.)

At the end of the afternoon, I need another “settling down” time. So I take a walk, straight up the hillside to a paved path with stone walls on both sides, lots of sheep in the fields, benches that overlook the village, and so much GREEN. [See the photos below.]

Then when I enter the village on the way back, I stop at the local grocery store. Most everyone here shops daily, so you run into the same people. I love that. While I’ve heard that the British in the cities can be stand-offish, I haven’t experienced that here at all.

I am loving the language, and I’m understanding people better, like the tiny older man walking his dog on the trail. I remarked that it was a beautiful day. “Ah, smashing, innit?” he agreed. Or the “bloke” ringing up the groceries who always grins and says “cheers” when you leave. And I am remembering to call chips “crisps” and french fries “chips.” And very kind people loan you a brolley when you’ve forgotten your umbrella.

My Daily Walk in Pictures

Take my walk with me!

   

   

   

   

Retreating in My Retreat

I’ve decided that for the remainder of the time I am here that I won’t blog new material. I just want to settle down and work, pretty much cutting off the outside social media world to see how it affects my writing. From what I’ve read in books like Deep Work, it can have a profound affect on the quality of your writing. This is the perfect time for me to put that to the test. So until I return to Texas the first week in October, I will re-post popular older posts. After I get home, I will share some more experiences and pictures of places I still plan to see.

So, as they say in Settle, “Have a smashing day. Cheers!”

Oh, the Places I’ve Been! (Research, Part 2)

Day Five 

Lovely day for a train ride to Skipton to see Skipton Castle (900 years old) and its church, plus another older church. (Skipton Castle once withstood a three-YEAR siege.) We walked along the canals–I’d love to take a canal boat trip sometime. We have another train ride and castle planned tomorrow! I love castles!

    

    

    

Such a well-behaved school group! The whole class fit inside the kitchen fireplace!

    

    

    

     

            An ice cream boat!

 

Day Six

Another day packed to the brim with making memories: hours on the train through settings that local Yorkshire people say is the “true England,” including crossing the Ribblehead Viaduct, then spending hours inside Carlisle Cathedral and priory, Carlisle Castle, the castle’s military museum, and enjoying the historical city. Now, it’s time to put this great research to use! Excited to get busy writing!

   

    

   

   

      

    

              

      

   

   

   

   

 

Research Across the Ocean: Heading Back to England!

Image result for flying to englandI thought this week would never get here, and yet the summer flew by, and now I don’t feel ready! I’m taking lots of deep (excited) breaths this week, getting ready to go to England for a month.

I was in England two years ago, visiting the homes of Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë, and Beatrix Potter, in order to write historical mysteries I had contracted for. I made a mental note during that trip that someday I wanted to go back and explore the Yorkshire Dales. The Dales have the moors like the Brontë village of Haworth, but it’s greener and warmer. For a couple of years, I’ve nursed an idea for a series set there.

Research in Person: Nothing Quite Like It

So it’s time to go back! Only this time I plan to do what I’ve heard other writers talk about for years: stay longer and write there. My husband is coming for ten days, then flying home to go back to work. I will stay the remainder of the month (in a cute little apartment we rented in the small village of Settle.) I plan to write and write and write.

This is definitely one of the perks of being a writer who’s been around a while. I document everything for the IRS, probably giving them more paperwork than they like to read. But I honestly can’t afford this kind of travel unless it gives me a huge tax break. I was able to write off most of my trip last time by proving that I had contracts for the Brontë and Austen books (and I wasn’t just going on a vacation.) Of course, on this trip, I can’t write off my husband’s plane ticket, but the apartment costs the same whether one person is staying there or four people. And renting a car or a driver is the same whether it’s just for me or for us both.

My Plan for the Month

We arrive in England on Saturday morning after the all-night flight. I’ll post some pictures next week while we’re out hiking and visiting museums and riding the trains and exploring the rocky hills (with their grazing sheep and waterfalls and caves).

However, after my husband flies home, I plan to dig in for some undistracted writing. Instead of posting immediately to Facebook and Instagram and Pinterest, I will save those new photos to post when I get home. I only plan to keep up with my husband, children and grandchildren while I’m writing. (That’s the hard part about choosing to be gone this long—all their lives I’ve seen the grandkids nearly every week.)

Deep Work in a Distracted World

If you’re at all introverted, you know the joy I anticipate at being able to write for three weeks without distraction. Oh, I will take plenty of breaks. The apartment is in the heart of the oldest part of the village. The pub and bakeries are only half a block away. A museum housed in a building built in 1670 is right across the street. And just a few blocks away are the woods and the open moors, perfect for walking and ruminating. But mostly, I’ll be reading and writing. (I’ve done months of book research already.)

Last year, when I ran into a number of health issues, I realized I was having difficulty focusing when I got back to work. Some, I learned, was due to illness, but a LOT of it came down to my lifestyle, including too much smartphone use. I went on a reading spree, studying how the brain works. I also read three books that convinced me to unplug from all devices for periods of time, and work (like I used to do on that Iowa farm when I started writing). Your writer’s brain needs chunks of time without the constant influx of information from multiple sources.

We’re All in This Together

It isn’t only me. It isn’t just kids who spend too much time playing video games on their phones. This applies to all of us, and ESPECIALLY to people like us who depend on being able to think deeply and use our God-given brains and imaginations to their utmost.

So, while I’m secluded in that English village after my husband goes home, maybe you’d like to read one (or all three) of these books. (You can get them used, if you want to.) I’m sure I’ll be blogging about them more in the future.

 

 

And now, I’m off to watch a YouTube video one more time about how to pack my Weekender Laptop Backpack. (See below.) It must have thirty hidden pockets. My inner organizer can’t wait! eBags Professional Weekender