Wow. Here I am then. Blogging.
Bloggedy-blog blog.
Well, what to say?
I feel as though I've stepped onto an empty stage, the hush of the (invisible? present, even?) audience blowing like a stale breeze through the space around me.
I haven't learnt my lines. I'm not sure even what my part is. Wait! my costume's not right. I'm not ready!! Ah, anyway, here goes...
I must admit, this was not my idea. Emma, my long-suffering agent, suggested blogging as another way to 'get my writing out there' and I further admit to the idea leaving me slightly cold. Surely blogging is for trendy, on-the-go type people with phones that have no keypads, and who tweet, google and app their way through this baffling century? Surely it's not for me. I have trouble with my toaster.
Well, I'm a stubborn person at heart (ask my husband, also long-suffering) and not wishing to be outdone by a mere matter of technophobia, here I am.
In brief, I am a writer. I have written two novels, have started my third, and have two and two bits of short stories under my belt.
This blog, all going well, will track my star-spangled journey from dawdling scribbler to six-figure raking, critically acclaimed, award clutching author.
Plan B is that this might provide an amusing account of one woman's delusion amid the turmoil and daftness of day to day goings on.
Stay with me, dear reader, and together we'll have some giggles at my expense, if nothing more.
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