The smell of toast

It’s quite amazing how the smell of toasting bread can rouse you from even the deepest slumber. At least that’s my experience. I tried snuggling down under the quilt, but no use, that smell lured me downstairs to another day. Now after a quick shower and the inevitable toast, I’m back at work on my second book The Crystal Ship. Or, at least I would be if I wasn’t writing this blog!

Writing about the sixteenth century is considerably more difficult than writing about experience during your own lifetime. To set the scene for the reader, it’s very important that they should see the sights and smell the smells. Even the Elizabethans had toast. :-) Much effort goes into research and even though I spent three years doing the basic research for the Glassmaker Series, I still need to consult references to portray the scenes as accurately as I can. Which reminds me, I must look up how long it would take a sixteenth century sailing ship to sail from Cyprus to Venice. In these days of being able to get to the far reaches of the earth in a relatively few hours (subject to no bombs or strikes) it’s difficult to realise how communications have altered. For instance to send a letter post-haste from London to Plymouth in 1570 took about twelve hours, give or take an hour or so. Today it takes…ah..er…well not every thing’s faster. Enough of all that, back to The Crystal Ship.

p.s. If anyone is sufficiently interested to read a little about the books in the Glassmaker Series try the link to Petan Publishing, where extracts are to be found.

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