Taking matters into my own hands and giving myself a very firm kick up the thankfully now defrosted butt, I purchase The Writers' & Artists' Yearbook 2016 as recommended by Penguin publishers. It's got all the answers and advice I really need to continue pursuing my dream. However, imagine reading the Yellow Pages on a Kindle and that's the initial frustration I had fast forwarding through the first 13% of contact details for newspapers and magazines in the whole of the UK. Phew! Eventually, I made it to Books, How to get published. Please tell me everything, my flicking finger is fatigued.
Reading voraciously like a desperate, knowledge craving mad woman, I try to absorb all the things that need to be done. The main thing being to write a good story then edit, review, revise, and edit it. Don't give up Susie you can do this. Keep persevering.
I have had fun attempting to write a brief summary and longer synopsis of the novel (brief being the hard bit for me). It's really helped to clarify what my story is about, what genre it is and the audience I am targeting. Further research tells me that as a first-time author I should try to identify an agent who will work on both our behalfs. This is really going to challenge my integrity as the literary world, just like most of the world, revolves around making money. Greed is one of the key themes in my novel. Yikes, I just told you some Top Secret information. Erase and rewind.
Anyway, some small steps of progress are being made. Thanks for the encouragement.
Susie, keep reading, writing, singing and dancing.
Mum and Dad have been here again on one of their biannual visits.Time always whizzes by so fast. They came armed with all sorts of stuff: Yorkshire tea bags, a new top and swimsuit for me, salad cream and perfectly painted school Honours Boards for Romeo, sweets, protective phone cover and iTunes voucher for Kid A, sweets and a new watch for kid b, birthday and Christmas gifts for us in advance. Did they bring any clothes with them apart from the ones on their backs?
For two weeks every day I received at least two super strengthening hugs from dad, kisses and constant fun chats with mum, including free marriage guidance counselling sessions (she is well qualified after 47 years of wedded bliss?!). I also got a fairly explicit summary of whichever novel she had just read. Most seem to be pensioners erotic fiction from what I surmise! Given a chance, I would like to take The French Gardener to bed with me but mum has whisked him back to Yorkshire. Quelle dommage.
Knowing full well that I would be stared at by everyone as I set off to meet Mini-Me from a football tournament one Saturday, I dressed accordingly in a white T.shirt with the bold, black plea WORLD PEACE printed on it. My shorts were respectfully below the knee, rucksack on back, sunhat and sunglasses in place. Copious amounts of deodorant were clogging both armpits yet failed to stem the flow of sweat from pouring forth.
It took twenty minutes to get to the school pushing two bikes, one in each hand, balancing a bag and cycling helmet on each set of handlebars. Not wanting to take over the whole right-hand lane of the road I pushed one bike on top of the pavement going up and down the dips. Sing-songing a cheery hello to all the gardeners staring, smiling and laughing at me, I felt slightly frustrated that I couldn't wave as well.
Romeo had taken dirtbag to training so my only other option was to phone a friend. I'm very determined and strong-willed remember. We began cycling down to a beach club party a few minutes after Mini-Me had disembarked from the football bus. Feeling very much like the mule in Buckaroo, when would I kick my back wheel in the air, fling all the bags, water bottles, football, birthday gift and swim stuff into the air and call it a day?
You will be pleased to know that the fire engine is back in business. It's like driving a tank compared to that nippy Mitsubishi. It looks so much better after being hosed down on the outside too.
Dirtbag flew off to Dubai for a few hours with her friends from Doha Athletics to run the 800m in a competition. I left her in good hands at the airport wishing her all the luck in the world. As there weren't enough girls in her age bracket (U15) she ran in the under 17's, coming third out of ten girls. Letting her go was both weird and wonderful. Of course, I thought about her all day long and especially when she ran her race. Well done Supergirl!
Mini-Me and I enjoyed watching Hoodwinked (2005) together. We both loved it. Red and I should swap places, She wants to leave the woods and have adventures. I want to return to them and cycle merrily around. The Happily Ever After Agency in the film sounds alluring to me but life's not a fairytale is it?
It can be full of joy, peace, contentment and hope, though.
Keep looking for adventures and seeking surprises in the everyday ordinary things around you.
Open your eyes. Or do you prefer to stay blind?
All is going well with the childminding. Three siblings appear every afternoon at various times for snacks, homework club and rest. I'm trying to strike a healthy balance between Mary Poppins and Nanny McPhee without using any magical powers. Fortunately, they are well behaved.
Sadly, The Famous Five had to go back to the library and now we have the scintillating Go Ahead, Secret Seven to devour. Imagine my delight when I discover that chapter one is entitled 'Susie is most annoying.'
''Enid Blyton why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is?.....''
(sung to the tune of Mr.Writer by the Stereophonics.)
Thanks for continuing to read my blog, it means a lot to me. The overview states that I had 263 page views last month. I'm sure my eleven faithful followers won't read it more than once and I don't track my own page views. Would it be blasphemous to recruit a twelfth follower?
With Love xx
Erase/Rewind by The Cardigans (1999)
Kid A album by Radiohead (2000)
Open Your Eyes by Snow Patrol (2007) from their album Eyes Open (2006).
Fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the ride.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fk1Q9y6VVy0
Reading voraciously like a desperate, knowledge craving mad woman, I try to absorb all the things that need to be done. The main thing being to write a good story then edit, review, revise, and edit it. Don't give up Susie you can do this. Keep persevering.
I have had fun attempting to write a brief summary and longer synopsis of the novel (brief being the hard bit for me). It's really helped to clarify what my story is about, what genre it is and the audience I am targeting. Further research tells me that as a first-time author I should try to identify an agent who will work on both our behalfs. This is really going to challenge my integrity as the literary world, just like most of the world, revolves around making money. Greed is one of the key themes in my novel. Yikes, I just told you some Top Secret information. Erase and rewind.
Anyway, some small steps of progress are being made. Thanks for the encouragement.
Susie, keep reading, writing, singing and dancing.
Mum and Dad have been here again on one of their biannual visits.Time always whizzes by so fast. They came armed with all sorts of stuff: Yorkshire tea bags, a new top and swimsuit for me, salad cream and perfectly painted school Honours Boards for Romeo, sweets, protective phone cover and iTunes voucher for Kid A, sweets and a new watch for kid b, birthday and Christmas gifts for us in advance. Did they bring any clothes with them apart from the ones on their backs?
For two weeks every day I received at least two super strengthening hugs from dad, kisses and constant fun chats with mum, including free marriage guidance counselling sessions (she is well qualified after 47 years of wedded bliss?!). I also got a fairly explicit summary of whichever novel she had just read. Most seem to be pensioners erotic fiction from what I surmise! Given a chance, I would like to take The French Gardener to bed with me but mum has whisked him back to Yorkshire. Quelle dommage.
Knowing full well that I would be stared at by everyone as I set off to meet Mini-Me from a football tournament one Saturday, I dressed accordingly in a white T.shirt with the bold, black plea WORLD PEACE printed on it. My shorts were respectfully below the knee, rucksack on back, sunhat and sunglasses in place. Copious amounts of deodorant were clogging both armpits yet failed to stem the flow of sweat from pouring forth.
It took twenty minutes to get to the school pushing two bikes, one in each hand, balancing a bag and cycling helmet on each set of handlebars. Not wanting to take over the whole right-hand lane of the road I pushed one bike on top of the pavement going up and down the dips. Sing-songing a cheery hello to all the gardeners staring, smiling and laughing at me, I felt slightly frustrated that I couldn't wave as well.
Romeo had taken dirtbag to training so my only other option was to phone a friend. I'm very determined and strong-willed remember. We began cycling down to a beach club party a few minutes after Mini-Me had disembarked from the football bus. Feeling very much like the mule in Buckaroo, when would I kick my back wheel in the air, fling all the bags, water bottles, football, birthday gift and swim stuff into the air and call it a day?
You will be pleased to know that the fire engine is back in business. It's like driving a tank compared to that nippy Mitsubishi. It looks so much better after being hosed down on the outside too.
Dirtbag flew off to Dubai for a few hours with her friends from Doha Athletics to run the 800m in a competition. I left her in good hands at the airport wishing her all the luck in the world. As there weren't enough girls in her age bracket (U15) she ran in the under 17's, coming third out of ten girls. Letting her go was both weird and wonderful. Of course, I thought about her all day long and especially when she ran her race. Well done Supergirl!
Mini-Me and I enjoyed watching Hoodwinked (2005) together. We both loved it. Red and I should swap places, She wants to leave the woods and have adventures. I want to return to them and cycle merrily around. The Happily Ever After Agency in the film sounds alluring to me but life's not a fairytale is it?
It can be full of joy, peace, contentment and hope, though.
Keep looking for adventures and seeking surprises in the everyday ordinary things around you.
Open your eyes. Or do you prefer to stay blind?
All is going well with the childminding. Three siblings appear every afternoon at various times for snacks, homework club and rest. I'm trying to strike a healthy balance between Mary Poppins and Nanny McPhee without using any magical powers. Fortunately, they are well behaved.
Sadly, The Famous Five had to go back to the library and now we have the scintillating Go Ahead, Secret Seven to devour. Imagine my delight when I discover that chapter one is entitled 'Susie is most annoying.'
''Enid Blyton why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is?.....''
(sung to the tune of Mr.Writer by the Stereophonics.)
Thanks for continuing to read my blog, it means a lot to me. The overview states that I had 263 page views last month. I'm sure my eleven faithful followers won't read it more than once and I don't track my own page views. Would it be blasphemous to recruit a twelfth follower?
With Love xx
Erase/Rewind by The Cardigans (1999)
Kid A album by Radiohead (2000)
Open Your Eyes by Snow Patrol (2007) from their album Eyes Open (2006).
Fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the ride.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fk1Q9y6VVy0
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