I wrote my last blog in a rush. My writing has been going so well ever since I met with John Linegar to discuss the possibility of some of his students taking my book on as an editing project. Telling him what my story is about helped me to clarify issues in my mind and finally I was able to sit down and write the blurb in only a few sentences. Here is it:
"Megan is tired of the men she works with. Their underhand tactics have left her wondering why she ever thought she could make it in the advertising world. As she struggles to muster the passion she once had for her career, Megan's mother suggests they go on holiday to France. The events that unfold there, lead Megan to question her priorities. She also comes across the work of George Sand and is amazed at the similarities between her own situation and that described by the controversial novelist of the eighteen thirties."
I've even designed my own cover which I'll have to show you next time.
I didn't inform my blog-alert people on email about the last one as I had such misgivings immediately after I posted it. My Facebook friends were, however, told about it. I wrote it when I had about an hour and a half between meeting with my "Mums and Coffee Club" and before our complex's AGM. Sally, my very feisty eighty-year-old opposite neighbour wanted us to go 'en masse' so we could get rid of, let me say, some people. Nothing happened though as the meeting had to be postponed because we didn’t have a quorum. The first thing I did the next morning was to go to my website with the intention of deleting the post. But to my horror I discovered it had already had 100 hits (between 6 the previous evening and 10 the next morning). So I left it and going back and reading it now it doesn't seem as bad as I first thought. I really wanted to write a lot more about the links between saying goodbye and writing. Probably because I'm very bad at saying goodbye (I usually try and slip away unnoticed) I have found it hard to replace the words I wrote yesterday with those I'm writing today. But I'm getting there . . .
In response to the last blog, here is the evidence:
And engaged in another misdemeanour.
Oh, I'm now on the body corporate of my complex. So, those people, better pull up their socks.