My favourite writer's website,
has suddenly bloomed into a hive of activity.
It's a cosy, intimate little corner that normally ticks along nicely with a wide range of subjects to help the "struggling author" and a small band of writing enthusiasts who regularly add to the forums.
There are no arrogant creative writing teachers snorting loudly onto the page, no know-it-all 6th form students pretending to be 42 year old Poet Laureates and to put a fine point on it, no egos full stop.
I basically like it because it does what a website of this nature should do, i.e. it offers support and advice.
So imagine how nice it was for me to be asked to scribble down a short passage about the adversity and troubles that have assailed me on the long, lonely journey to, (hopefully) seeing my name in print.
So that's what I'm going to do. Cool, eh?
I've a bit of translation to do for a friend and then I'll get stuck in.
Right, that's it then.
No more news, sadly.
But one day, oh yes, one day I will have something to tell you.
Be it good or be it bad.
I've also got the pen and ink out to "pen" a few words.
I also need to sort out an up to date photo. I hate having my photo taken so I'm up against it before I start ho hum.
AND I got the inevitable request
"can we borrow your digital camera to take on hols mum"? and no it isn't returned yet. Just a matter of asking though.
So scuppered before I start.