The dog ate my homework and other excuses...
- I’m trying to write 100,000 words by April and somehow blogging doesn’t seem as tempting by the time I’ve got to the end of my daily quota.
- I am also trying to write a play, and a story for young adults. Neither earning me any money but it’s good to stretch the brain.
- When I’m not writing, I’m trying to learn to play the piano, from scratch. It hurts my head.
- When I’m not writing or tinkling those ivories, I am at the gym. Amazing but true. I love it!
- When I’m not writing, gymming or trying to play the piano, I am playing Star Worse on the Wii.
- The credit crunch. God, it’s depressing. As a fully signed-up Marvin the Paranoid Android, I believe we’re likely to be a bankrupt nation by the end of the week. Worst thing is, so do experts. That’s not good.*
- The credit crunch has, very recently, hit very close to home. Not going into details, but it makes the future seem even more uncertain. That might be uncertain in a good, life-changing for the best way, but it’s still change. I am like my cat. Not good with change. OK, I don’t scratch the carpet or wee in briefcases, but if I could get away with it, I might see if it helps.
Thank you to all the fab people who have bought The Secret Shopper's Revenge – it’s been doing so well, and I am thrilled. It’s due in Tesco this week, and also seems to be at a very low price on amazon so if you haven’t bought it yet, you can still find it out there.
In fact, there is some breaking news. The response to Secret Shopper 1 has been so great that I'm writing Secret Shopper 2. The working title is The Secret Shoppers Unwrapped and it's due to be published in the Autumn. Which is yet another reason I might be a bit absent from the blogosphere for a wee while.
See you soon,
*NB: the only man who can save us happens to be my local MP, the marvellous Vince Cable. I love him so much I even stayed at The Vincent Hotel in Southport this weekend, in his honour. Boyf used to see him commuting to Westminster on the train. A) the man went standard class and b) he was on the early train. Nuff said. I wish he was in charge of everything…you know, if there was any justice in the world, the man had been picked for Strictly Come Dancing, I think there'd have been a coup by now (a very civilised one, no blood shed or anything) and things would look very different.