Soup By Volume




This is a sales pitch, of a sort. Not something I was born for, maybe I will think of it more as a performance: stage fright is the right sort of uncomfortable.

This morning: traded a sixty pence parking fee and a jar of diesel for an hour at Widemouth Bay. Parked south, walked north, where the salt spray spumed from every jag of rock. Body tucked in a winter coat, trousers rolled up, flip-flops dumped in the car. Messy waves wash in warm, spread a brief mirror on the sand. The sun is floored, but still untouchable, no matter how much I give chase. The cold wind is what I breathe in, is what sticks to my wet legs as we tread sand back to the car. Put the choky old heater on. Sand is what I wear on my feet to drive home.

This morning's journey is the pause I take before pressing the publish button. I'm not sure if it makes any sense, but it feels like a good adventure to have- this is what I've put together- 'Soup By Volume: A collection of eccentric, pragmatic, imaginative encounters with everyday life, from the Wishbone Soup Cures Everything blog. Wishbone Soup is a real dish and the epitome of finding happiness in a variety of circumstances. Not the blank happiness of owning stuff: the deep real kind that people need if their lives are going to mean anything. Through the medium of everything, from a bright red kettle to the discovery of a vomiting tree, moments of brilliance are revealed. This is a diary, a bunch of opinions, a description of many kinds of weather, a writing journey, an enchanting, eclectic jumble, a strong, flexible body of work.'
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/244829
It is eccentric of me to put a price on it too, when the original stuff is here, all free, but if anyone wants the free version, here it is, and if anyone wants a personal, carry it around on an ereader version, there it is. No harm done, other than one mild concentration headache.

That felt like a rehearsal. Good to start now, then, to get these cold sandy feet warmed up…


Comments

Lisa Southard said…
First sale today- an email came through on my phone, Boy and Mr gave me a whoop- and I surprised myself by how surprised I was! So whoever it was, I am sending you an imaginary bunch of flowers, they are your favourites of course (if you don't like flowers they are made of chocolate/gin/you choose)
THANK YOU :-)
14 October 2012 at 21:39
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