Showing posts with label retire to Mexico. Show all posts
Showing posts with label retire to Mexico. Show all posts

Thursday, January 9, 2020

My view of San Miguel de Allende - by Sparky

Early morning San Miquel de Allende
Hi, this is Sparky. My hooman, whom I call Servant, said it is my turn to write the blog. 

We recently moved from Isla Mujeres on the eastern coast of Mexico to San Miguel de Allende, located in the mountainous region north of Mexico City. We left the hot sunny beaches for a cooler climate. I was born with an enlarged heart, and the heat bothers me. Here I can walk for an hour and not get tired. 
Rooftop terraza at our hotel 



After a week in a funny hotel with lots of skinny spiral stairs to climb, we are now in our own little place. It has a sunny rooftop deck and an enclosed garden - they are my favourite places to hang out. My only complaint with our new place is that the windows aren't designed for doggies to look out at the street. Everything is people's height. Even the patio wall upstairs is too high for me to see over. 

Different horses, police troop

Last night, three big brown horses carrying police officers came by our house. I had to get Servant to pick me up so that I could see them. Because she was holding me in her arms Servant couldn't take a photo of the horses, so you will just have to take my word for it.

Yesterday I saw a super-fast little bird in the garden. It was a bright green colour and had a long, skinny beak that looked dangerously sharp. I'm going to stay a long way away from that guy. Servant said he was a hummingbird. Funny, I didn't hear him humming, but he did chirp at me a few times.

Reading the local pee-mail
When we walk the streets in San Miguel, Servant thinks I am on the trail of suspects, criminals, and murderers, but really I am reading the pee-mail left by other doggies. 

I like it here, but I am still getting accustomed to walking on busy sidewalks. At times, my hooman gets a bit testy with me, yelling, "Sparky, watch where you are going!" 

It's not my fault that the sidewalks are crowded with hundreds of pairs of feet. Those people should watch where they are going! I'm a busy detective dog.
My favourite Ojo de Agua, 2 blocks from home

In our neighbourhood, we have discovered four restaurants that allow well-behaved doggies to come inside. 

It's a nice treat for me to lie on a sunny patio while Servant has her morning coffee, or sometimes we stop in for a glass of wine in the evening. Well, she has a glass of wine, and I have a drink of water.

Well, that's all for this time. Woof! Woof! Sparky.

Protein bowl and a latte at the Ojo de Agua

~

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Sunday, August 25, 2019

How to be a self-published author, my version!

February 2014, sending my 1st book to printers
At least once a month, someone asks me, “How did you become an author?”
I stifle my self-conscious giggles and admit, “It just kinda ... happened.”
In 2008, I thought my husband Lawrie’s idea of retirement in paradise was an amazingly brilliant plan – but after five years, I was bored silly. I needed something to occupy my brain, so I taught myself to write and publish books. 
But that’s not exactly what the person is asking when they say How did you become an author. What they really want is for me to tell them in a twenty-minute conversation what has taken me years to learn.
Lynda and Diego Medina (Illustrator)
With this vocation, the learning curve only goes one way – up; it never flattens out or descends. There is always something more to figure out. Perhaps it is a change in Kindle Direct Publishing or different ideas on how to manage your keywords so that your soon-to-be-world-famous-novel will even show up when readers search for their particular interests. I am still discovering more information every single day.
My first book was an illustrated bilingual book for children, The Adventures of Thomas the Cat Las Aventuras de Tomás el Gato. Two island friends, Caroline Beebe and Harriet Lowe, gave me a gentle shove - right between the shoulder blades. They suggested I write a children’s book.
I told Lawrie what I planned to do. He said, “Great! Do it.” He was always up for a new adventure.
So, I did.
How much do they weigh? 38 boxes of books
I needed an illustrator – Diego Medina became that person. I needed translators – Maura Medina and Christy Dix helped with that. I needed to get the books printed – I searched Mexico, the USA, and Canada for affordable printers, and in the end, ordered direct from China. The shipment took two months to travel from China to the western side of Mexico, across the country by truck, and then finally arrived in Cancun.
Then, Lawrie and I drove into the city, loaded the boxes, drove home, and unloaded the boxes. The next day, we humped them up nineteen stairs to our storage area on the second floor and later celebrated with a cold cervesa.
As a self-published author, an Indie (Independent), I am the writer, the marketing director, the accountant, the warehouse staff, and the delivery person.
Sparky - I'm bored with this writing stuff!
Wearing my writer’s cap, I find a different way to phrase a sentence, come up with plot ideas, invent characters, and make stuff happen to my imaginary people. I also load the manuscript into publishing programs and search for formatting errors. Each book can take several hours of reviewing, reformatting, and re-posting. I write the marketing blurbs, and sometimes I am the photographer for the covers. Our friend Tony Garcia’s beautiful photographs grace the covers of my first three novels: Treasure Isla, Trouble Isla, and Tormenta Isla. I used my photos for Temptation Isla, Terror Isla, Twisted Isla, and Tangled Isla because the photos suited the mood of the titles.
I was stuck in banos at fair
As the marketing director, I continuously monitor my Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Goodreads, Bookbub, and worldwide Amazon profiles and pages. Amazon has many different markets that require individual updates for author profiles. It’s time-consuming, but I do get a few sales from countries other than the USA, Canada, and Mexico. I have learned many different terms, like Search Engine Optimization and keywords. With a tiny, almost non-existent marketing budget, I frequently beg for readers to post reviews on Amazon, Goodreads, or Bookbub. Reviews make a big difference to the visibility of a book when a potential buyer is searching for something new to read. 
(Did you catch that? I managed to squeeze in another plea for a review.)
Another part of my marketing responsibilities is to participate in local artists' fairs. Selling books one-on-one is rewarding both financially and personally, but time-consuming and tough on my feet and knees. 
Copies that need collating for editing 
As the office manager, I keep track of expenses and revenue, hoping that one day the revenue will be more than the expenses, a lot more. Paperback copies that I sell on the island are subject to shipping and importation fees. Amazon takes a big bite out of my revenue for income tax holdback because I am not an American citizen, and for hosting my listings, printing the paperbacks, electronically delivering the e-books, and promoting my books. Promoting-ish. The Amazon machine primarily pushes the successful authors. Perhaps one day that will be Sparky and me.
The warehouse manager, yep, that’s me, takes delivery from the FedEx or DHL driver, then humps the thirty-five-pound boxes of books up our spiral staircase, sets up the displays at artist fairs or book signings, and delivers copies to retailers and or guest houses on the island. The warehouse staff – me again – also ensures there is sufficient stock on hand to cover island sales.
In 2016, the Artist Fair on Isla
As an Indie author (Independent) I rely heavily on the kindness of friends. I have a gang of volunteer editors and proofreaders who do a fantastic job of catching my mistakes. Carmen Amato, a very successful author of the Detective Emilia Cruz series, redesigned my first two covers. My friend Diego Medina has created the last three book covers. I have a group of local friends who have shared stories about growing up on the island. They are the folks who help make my stories authentic.
Sparky and I are still working on the rich and famous thing. As it stands, Sparky enjoys a small steak on Saturdays and I treat myself to a favourite bottle of red vino. He’s famous, I’m his lesser-known servant, and we’re definitely not rich.
Has anyone else noticed a recurring theme in this blog post? I do this. I do that. And Sparky does what? I need to renegotiate his contract.
If you are truly interested in becoming an author, just get in there and do it. It’s hard work, it’s fun, and for me, very satisfying to create something out of thin air.
I really miss Lawrie’s insightful assistance and our celebration after the successful launch of yet another book. Tuesday, September 3rd, will be the first anniversary of his passing, and I am pushing hard to have Book #5, Terror Isla, available on Amazon to commemorate him.
My assistant in 2017
Cheers, Lynda & Sparky


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Friday, December 12, 2014

You might be ready to retire to Isla Mujeres, Mexico if...

You might be ready to retire to Isla Mujeres, Mexico if:

Fishing tournament season

You are familiar with the four seasons: fishing tournament season, whale-shark tour season, we wish the tourists would hurry up and return season, and holy cow, things are smoking busy on Isla season.




Swim with the whale sharks season


You know that rust is not just a fashion colour made popular in the 1970s; instead, it is the ever-present by-product of salty air and ocean spray, corroding everything made of metal. 

You have learned to love concrete, glass, granite, marble, wood and plastic.


Rust - not just a fashion colour
If the first name of most of your male friends is Juan or Jose, and your female friends are called Maria or Guadalupe. 
 
Everyone has a second name or a nickname that they use instead of their biblical first names. Juan Alfredo = Freddy. Juan Batista = Patricio. 

Lawrie was destined to live in Mexico; he is John (Juan) Lawrie, but has always used Lawrie as his first name.


Our daily transportation

Your everyday vehicle is a golf cart. Personal golf carts range from the plain vanilla original colour to a wild assortment of paint jobs, upholstery colours, festive decorations or fancy hubcaps. Individuality is the key!

You instantly recognize the sound of a motorcycle helmet being blown from the rider's head and bouncing across the pavement. According to the law, riders are required to fasten their helmets, but often the straps flap in the wind or are clenched in the rider's front teeth. A choice of looking good instead of being safer.

Family transportation
You know that five people can, and frequently do, ride on a motorcycle.

When we first moved to Isla, three on a motorcycle was pretty novel to us, then four became the standard, and now we hardly notice when a family of five zips past crammed together on a moto. We are waiting for the next level, six passengers! 

We have also seen up to twelve locals or tourists jammed onto golf carts, and twenty-four people in a pickup truck.

Coveted treasure - 4 litre plastic jugs
You might be ready to retire to Mexico if you understand the value of an empty four-litre plastic jug, complete with a good-fitting screw cap. Early in the morning or later in the evening, you might see the familiar parade of motorcycle riders returning from the gas station with a couple of litres of gasoline in a plastic jug. The gas is used for cooking family meals. 

If you put a clean empty container on the curb, it will last about two and a half minutes before someone on a motorcycle scoops it up, shouting “gracias” as they zip away with their treasure.

Wide range of fun friends 
Your friends range in age from early 20s to late 80s, and everyone happily gets along. 

The very best thing about living on Isla Mujeres is that no one cares who you were in a previous life. What you did, or are doing, for a living is just not important. 

What is important is do you enjoy life?  Answer yes to that question, and you'll fit right in.

You don't participate in seniors' organ recitals: “Oh, my liver. Oh, my spleen. Oh, my stomach. Oh, my heart.” Try doing that on Isla, and you will get a quirked eyebrow in response. You're getting older… oh, well, aren't we all?

Daily attire - shorts, t-shirt and flip-flops
And finally, you might be ready to retire to Isla Mujeres, Mexico, if your daily attire consists of a t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops.

Are you ready to retire to Isla?

Hasta luego,
Lawrie, Lynda, Sparky, and Thomas



Friday, April 13, 2012

The textures of Isla Mujeres, Mexico...continued

Goin' visiting
A giggling young boy runs bare-assed naked from his home to visit a friend, a few houses down the street. 

He zips down the middle of the road, passing a brightly painted house with a cat quizzically watching from a fence. 

A sign on a small store proclaims,  "Wonder" 





Mariachi Band on Hidalgo Avenue

A group of Mariachis stroll Hidalgo Avenue, strumming guitars, enticing restaurant guests to pay for a song or two. "A little musica?" the lead player asks, hope lifting his voice into a question mark.  

An eight-foot-tall Johnny Depp look-alike struts on stilts, hovering over groups of prospective customers.  "Come have dinner with us." He implores, pressing a small advertisement into friendly hands.

Neighbours out for dinner
Expats gather to share a dinner, a glass of wine or a cold beer, one last time before everyone scatters to their northern homes.  We prattle on in English, not struggling to communicate with a mixture of English and Spanish, laughing knowingly about a shared experience, a delay, a frustration, and the fun, oh so much fun.

It's all, Isla.


Makax Cottage
We have now lived on Isla Mujeres full-time for nearly four years. Our first experience was not as homeowners, but as tourists in May of 2002. 

We rented a charming little cottage via the internet for one week on the west side of the island, at Villa Makax. The after-dark taxi ride from "Centro" led along a bewildering series of dark streets, curving roads, and a potholed-almost-not-a-road, eventually arriving at the property. The cottage was situated on a very private piece of land with a beautiful sandy beach and two congenial hosts, Steve and Lindell Leher, who have since become island friends.

Rolandi Hotel on the west side of Isla
For the second week, we had not made any advance reservations and eventually settled on moving one block down the street to the small luxury hotel, the Villa Rolandi. 

The Villa Rolandi provided full-on pampering with gourmet dinners, an infinity-edge pool, and bar service anywhere on the property.  

Steve and Lindell, on the other hand, well, we never quite got them properly trained to magically appear with a glass of wine, or a cold beer. Perhaps if we had stayed longer, they would have been trainable?

A few years later, we returned to Isla Mujeres. This time, we were cat-sitting for family members while they returned to Canada to deal with personal business.  We stayed at the house they had rented on the east side of the island. There, the breeze is constant, the waves are larger, the beach is not so sandy, but the slightly cooler temperature was perfect for us. 

Our view on the east side of Isla Mujeres
Several years later, we built on the windward side of the island for just that reason - cooler year-round temperatures. 

We are still discovering and exploring. 

Two days ago, we found a new lane, an undiscovered twisting sand-strewn road that led us to a different view, a new layer, a different texture.    

Hasta pronto

The humble beginnings and true life tale of Sparky, hero of the Isla Mujeres Mysteries: Chapter 12

  Chapter 12 I’m going to be famous! “I’m bored,” said Servant. Driver, Servant, Tommy, Chica, and I are all snuggled on the big sofa ...