Blimey, how long has it been since I wrote?   November 15th I became a married woman at 43.

Cley Windmill.

Kangaroo Land  was bundled off to Hilary Johnson and duly returned in November.  Sadly, noted as 'dated' (1996 quirky travelogue) it won't sell.  I shall change those little errors and send it out still - meanwhile I have almost completed assignment six for Writers Bureau and plan to get the course completed once and for all.  I think there are two websites I would like t get published in: Powder Room Graffiti and Simon Seeks. It's nearly Christmas and I've had tons to do with making crackers and decorations and putting together hampers, last of the pressie buying and chilling a little more.  I will close the Avon account in January as I take on so much and need to relax a little more - always tired- so that's one thing to go ... and if I am honest, I encountered bitchiness from other reps/sales leaders and I really don't need it. 

Boring Vs Funny

Why is it, when I write emails to people, (most) of what I write is refreshingly witty (going by replies).


When I write Kangaroo Land I can fill it with funny-ness.


When I write this blog, it's as boring as hell!


Mind you, a combination of my age (err, 43 soon),and driving for one and a half hours a day to and from work leaves my head boggled with tiredness.  None of the clear headed freshness of a work morning now, oh no!  More like: "God, I could do with a soft pillow and sleep for a couple more hours."  


Which leaves me with weekend mornings ...  The sun drags me out on to the patio, coffee to hand, sheets of manuscripts and a fresh mind ...  at least something is getting done!


Am fogging my way through a chapter by chapter synopsis. It's not easy.