Apparently, it’s important to have an on-line presence that isn’t entirely Facebook. I tried Twitter but it made my eyes go funny and then I remembered, I have a blog! A pathetic, neglected thing that fell down the back of the internet, never-the-less, a blog.
All I had to do is fish it out from behind the internet with some sort of coat hanger contraption and write something on it.
You might think, given there are so many funny, interesting and useful blogs, that you don’t need mine. To be honest, you’d be right BUT I do have a cunning plan. I shall write nice things about people. Everyone likes to hear nice things about themselves, don’t they? That should guarantee me at least the occasional reader. Tell you what, if you’re feeling a little gloomy, drop me a line and I’ll see if I can cheer you up.
Today’s experimental niceness goes to:
The towering talents that are Candy Gourlay and Jonathan Mayhew who are planning their book launches for ‘Tall Story’ and ‘Mortlock.’ Am madly excited about the launch of these careers, they are going to be HUGE! And not in an eating-too-much-cake way.
Harriet Goodwin who was pipped at the post for the Blue Peter Book Award by Ali Sparkes, fine company you’re keeping there Hat. If you haven’t read ‘The Boy Who Fell Down Exit 43’ I suggest you do so, there are things about the underworld we all need to know. Also, it is ‘way cool’. Ahem, get me, down with the kids.
On the home front, my son discovered the brilliant ‘Atticus The Storyteller’ by Lucy Coats – here’s his review. Alright, it doesn’t carry quite the prestige of the Carnegie, but his approval is pretty darned brilliant in my eyes. Also, it’s possibly the first time in months he’s read anything that wasn’t by Philip Ardagh ( the bearded wonder) to whom grateful thanks must go for showing there is reading beyond Horrid Henry.
There we are. I enjoyed that.
Meanwhile, back in Mudville, I am coming to the end of another Dylan and Mouse story.It’s not quite finished but it is also not in the bin. It nearly was but some kind friends, notably Julie Wilkie and Nicky Schmidt , saved it and told me not to be so silly. I’m glad they did because the piece of story that was missing has finally slotted into place and I no longer want to stick a shoe through my computer screen.
That story wasn’t the only thing I wanted to bin this week:
I’d happily have binned the request for a planning application to ‘regularise’ ( vomit) something our local council have been quite happy with for the ten-ish years.
Or the fact our bank manager wants to visit this month and I haven’t got the budget finished. Can I get away with last years, do you think, if I make it look as if we’ll actually make some money? Might work if I ply him with lots of cake.
Then there’s eldest daughter’s genius idea for her 16th birthday. Having spent 2 weeks trying to persuade me to buy her a pig, she now wants a kitten. Not just any kitten, mind. A Ragdoll. £400!
Alright, cute, but what exactly is wrong with homing a rescue cat? I think she comes from a different planet to me, one in which money is no object and nobody abandons animals.
All that rubbish can go in the bin along with the stink on my dogs coat.
DOG, DO NOT ROLL IN FOX WEE.
That’s better. Quite therapeutic this blogging thing. I might do it again.