Happy New Year!
Sorry it's late!
Been writing, writing, writing........
Have finished the first draph as of Friday 19th January... 65,000 words almost.
Will go over the MS sometime next week, or perhaps after my birthday. Am very glad I have completed this but recognise there's alot of work to be done on it... anyway, I am inlove with the MS still and it can only get better...
Back soon!
Elle
Sunday, January 21
Sunday, December 24
It's Christmas!.... Tommorow.
Just packing for christmas at my relatives. Isn't it funny how you can be the most independent person in the universe. Happy, gazing at adverts containing 'hunky boyfriend buying silver chain for girlfriend' without feeling worthless because you're single.
And yet.
And yet.
When people ask what you're doing for Christmas, their face always seems to morph into pity... perhaps imagining you all alone at home with half a Turkey in one hand, pills in the other...
YES I AM SINGLE.
And what? What?
It's 2007 in a few days and I am happy, very positive and not in maaaad need of a boyfriend to hang onto my every word, as well as my hand.
I'm fine.
Just wanted to get that off my chest.
Oh and this:
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!!!!
And yet.
And yet.
When people ask what you're doing for Christmas, their face always seems to morph into pity... perhaps imagining you all alone at home with half a Turkey in one hand, pills in the other...
YES I AM SINGLE.
And what? What?
It's 2007 in a few days and I am happy, very positive and not in maaaad need of a boyfriend to hang onto my every word, as well as my hand.
I'm fine.
Just wanted to get that off my chest.
Oh and this:
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!!!!
Sunday, December 10
Gold Diggas, Pink Shirts and Cola!
It’s that time of year again! And the office Christmas party seems to be the start of it all. Ours was on Friday, where I got to witness an array of staff from other buildings and ALL hierarchies.
So, it all began in a smoky pub (can’t turn up too early and look sad), where I had a whisky to settle my poor throat, my only alcohol for the night I kid you not... well I admit it… I HAVE A NATURAL HIGH!!!! Don’t need the booze!
Then off to the main venue- a hotel ballroom, lovingly supplied by the bosses.
Things like chatting to THE BIG BOSS in the toilet was now common place. As is
I.T geeks salivating at the sight of so many scantily clad females in one whole room!
Watching from my un-alcoholed gaze, the crème of the workplace dancing like collective monkeys during a mass seizure is something I won’t forget in a hurry.
Any cute guys?
NO.
But I saw a newcomer, who seemed well turned out and not afraid to have a hint of pink in his shirt – impressive qualities. The inner gold digger in me resurfaced when I asked him what he did for this company. He told me within earshot of a drunken manager who then revealed unprompted, this mans earning power….
Ok.
So “Felling Hot, Hot Hot", (I kid you not) came on… and I could see the pink shirted man scratching his chin, wishing he had the guts to whiz onto the dance floor with the rest of us… if only he could find a way in… So I formed a chain… and as it got longer and longer (the chain, you dirty lot!) I grabbed the pink shirted man and thrust him into the front of my chain and off we ALL went around the ballroom.
My plan was complete…
Until…
It hit me- the whiff.
Of B.O.
Now. I’d been dancing for hours, vintage blouse sticking to me like flies to sandpaper and yet I was still… fragrant…. So, no excuses for lack of hygiene, prompting me to sling him out of the chain with no explanation.
Then I went and got a drink – a cola.
So, it all began in a smoky pub (can’t turn up too early and look sad), where I had a whisky to settle my poor throat, my only alcohol for the night I kid you not... well I admit it… I HAVE A NATURAL HIGH!!!! Don’t need the booze!
Then off to the main venue- a hotel ballroom, lovingly supplied by the bosses.
Things like chatting to THE BIG BOSS in the toilet was now common place. As is
I.T geeks salivating at the sight of so many scantily clad females in one whole room!
Watching from my un-alcoholed gaze, the crème of the workplace dancing like collective monkeys during a mass seizure is something I won’t forget in a hurry.
Any cute guys?
NO.
But I saw a newcomer, who seemed well turned out and not afraid to have a hint of pink in his shirt – impressive qualities. The inner gold digger in me resurfaced when I asked him what he did for this company. He told me within earshot of a drunken manager who then revealed unprompted, this mans earning power….
Ok.
So “Felling Hot, Hot Hot", (I kid you not) came on… and I could see the pink shirted man scratching his chin, wishing he had the guts to whiz onto the dance floor with the rest of us… if only he could find a way in… So I formed a chain… and as it got longer and longer (the chain, you dirty lot!) I grabbed the pink shirted man and thrust him into the front of my chain and off we ALL went around the ballroom.
My plan was complete…
Until…
It hit me- the whiff.
Of B.O.
Now. I’d been dancing for hours, vintage blouse sticking to me like flies to sandpaper and yet I was still… fragrant…. So, no excuses for lack of hygiene, prompting me to sling him out of the chain with no explanation.
Then I went and got a drink – a cola.
Wednesday, November 8
Hiya All!
Hi all,
I'm still around. Been plugging away with the book. Am up to 50,0000 words and will begin the re-write of the first 75 pages.
My Ma went back yesterday.
It's christmas soon...............
I'm still around. Been plugging away with the book. Am up to 50,0000 words and will begin the re-write of the first 75 pages.
My Ma went back yesterday.
It's christmas soon...............
Friday, October 6
My Ma's here!
Saturday
Ma arrives, Looking so sweet, I just want to melt.
Sunday.
The sweetness is still there amongst the wrapping of one tough cookie. But then I leave the room and return to find her bottom lip almost on the floor, trembling. I ask her what’s wrong (big mistake) and she explains (pointing to the telly that ‘de gal just got killed and it’s terrible how children are rude to their parents…)
Thank you True Movies channell!
Ma arrives, Looking so sweet, I just want to melt.
Sunday.
The sweetness is still there amongst the wrapping of one tough cookie. But then I leave the room and return to find her bottom lip almost on the floor, trembling. I ask her what’s wrong (big mistake) and she explains (pointing to the telly that ‘de gal just got killed and it’s terrible how children are rude to their parents…)
Thank you True Movies channell!
Tuesday, September 26
Hooooome... Soon
Just a few hours till I go to the airport and fly back home. I am ready to go home... sort of.´Aint it funny how going on a long weekend allows you to think more clearly, "I know I have to do this that and the other when I get home. Blah, blah, blah. I get all brave and determined... Or more likely, as soon as I get home, back to my familiar surroundings, my resolve will weaken...
My mum´s coming to stay so that should be fun... right? As long as we have no "why arent you married?" talks, then I´ll be fine...
PM
Mini nightmare.
remember the Nigerian trip (missed flight)? Remember the USA trip (interrogation by Ohio statetroopers/army folk/airport worker.
Why is it so impossible tfor me to just fly without the drama ai?? I suppose it's all writing material...
Okay.
I witness a 'racial incident' getting on the plane and alas, the police are waiting to interview me and others as the plane is grounded. That's okay, because I was willing to stand up and be counted especially as one of the awful exchanges, sounded like this;"If Hitler were alive, you wouldnt be here..."
Yes it was THAT bad.
The police had a word with me and I was on my merry way.
Or so I thought.
Ten minutes later standing by the carousel, waiting for The Delsey to swing on by so I could get out of there and re-equaint myself with London life, I was full of hope for doing just that.
20 minutes. Nothing.
30 minutes later. Nothing. Fellow passangers are dwindling, then it's just me and another equally bewidered looking bloke wondering around aimlessly on his mobile, scratching his head.
What the heck was going on?
40 minutes.
After locating a bored airline worker who raised anough excitement to tell me my luggae was 'probably still in Barcelona' I realised I was going back to my flat WITHOUT the tin of white asparagus, paella dish and chocolate desighner cords and instead, armed with a weakend worths of dirty washing.......!...
My mum´s coming to stay so that should be fun... right? As long as we have no "why arent you married?" talks, then I´ll be fine...
PM
Mini nightmare.
remember the Nigerian trip (missed flight)? Remember the USA trip (interrogation by Ohio statetroopers/army folk/airport worker.
Why is it so impossible tfor me to just fly without the drama ai?? I suppose it's all writing material...
Okay.
I witness a 'racial incident' getting on the plane and alas, the police are waiting to interview me and others as the plane is grounded. That's okay, because I was willing to stand up and be counted especially as one of the awful exchanges, sounded like this;"If Hitler were alive, you wouldnt be here..."
Yes it was THAT bad.
The police had a word with me and I was on my merry way.
Or so I thought.
Ten minutes later standing by the carousel, waiting for The Delsey to swing on by so I could get out of there and re-equaint myself with London life, I was full of hope for doing just that.
20 minutes. Nothing.
30 minutes later. Nothing. Fellow passangers are dwindling, then it's just me and another equally bewidered looking bloke wondering around aimlessly on his mobile, scratching his head.
What the heck was going on?
40 minutes.
After locating a bored airline worker who raised anough excitement to tell me my luggae was 'probably still in Barcelona' I realised I was going back to my flat WITHOUT the tin of white asparagus, paella dish and chocolate desighner cords and instead, armed with a weakend worths of dirty washing.......!...
Saturday, September 23
Greetings from Spain!
HI All,
Greetings from Spain. Writing in Blogger and the instructions are all in Spanish! The keyboard keys are also a little confusing and there seems to be a hundred EXTRA ones.
Well enough whinging, I'm so glad to be here. I'm just relaxing at the mo, gearing my self up for a bit of partaaaaying and shopping.
I´ve also been using my phone as a dictaphone, bits for my story. Oh and I´ve been writing the names of key places down because I may use a bit of Barcelona in my new book... I´ve been here so many times, I feel I'll be able to do that confidently.
Well it´s raining today! But its okay because there is so much to do. It's a bank hol on Monday so festivals have been going on all weekened. Went to a Brazilian one last night.
Okay - off for breakfast now (yep at 1pm, but hey, I'm on hols!)
See Ya!
Greetings from Spain. Writing in Blogger and the instructions are all in Spanish! The keyboard keys are also a little confusing and there seems to be a hundred EXTRA ones.
Well enough whinging, I'm so glad to be here. I'm just relaxing at the mo, gearing my self up for a bit of partaaaaying and shopping.
I´ve also been using my phone as a dictaphone, bits for my story. Oh and I´ve been writing the names of key places down because I may use a bit of Barcelona in my new book... I´ve been here so many times, I feel I'll be able to do that confidently.
Well it´s raining today! But its okay because there is so much to do. It's a bank hol on Monday so festivals have been going on all weekened. Went to a Brazilian one last night.
Okay - off for breakfast now (yep at 1pm, but hey, I'm on hols!)
See Ya!
Tuesday, September 19
Barcelona Calls.........
Well, I'm off to Spain on Thursday for a loooong weekend.
I am looking forward to it - a quick break. Its just so strange that I've been on a writing frenzy lately. Up to 30,000 words already! Perhaps because I know when I get back, I wont get the chance to do much as I'm having me ma over to stay (she's here on hols from Africa). And we have loads of girly stuff to do...
I am looking forward to it - a quick break. Its just so strange that I've been on a writing frenzy lately. Up to 30,000 words already! Perhaps because I know when I get back, I wont get the chance to do much as I'm having me ma over to stay (she's here on hols from Africa). And we have loads of girly stuff to do...
Saturday, September 16
HI!!!!!!!!!
Hi all,
25,000 words and counting! I havent done that much this week because have had a bit to do, but I'm getting there..... Still no word from my agent (I emailed her some time ago with the first eighteen pages).
Hmmm... I've been here before, right?
25,000 words and counting! I havent done that much this week because have had a bit to do, but I'm getting there..... Still no word from my agent (I emailed her some time ago with the first eighteen pages).
Hmmm... I've been here before, right?
Sunday, September 3
Still writing....
I figured it will take me until December to finish this book if current trends continue.
My agent still hasn't got back to me regarding the first chapter or so I sent her. Hmmm... this means either two things;
She hasnt checked her post
She thinks it stinks
I don't think she will think it stinks. And I do think she's checked her post. I suppose I'm now feeling I'm just not importnt enough to her. That stings a little. I say a little because becoming a writer means things can sting a little less - it's like I have developed some type of thick skin... all those rejections. It would be hard to survive this, methinks.
Anyway, I'm typing away on my nw novel, loads of spelling mistkes etc. i just want to get that first drapht down. The bare bones, before I go over it like fine toothcomb. if only I could get a contract on the basis of the first few chapters, then I could finish it knowing I had a book deal. How's that for inspiration? I'd proabbaly type it up within two weeks.
Does anyone know of anyw riters who have ever got a contract on the bais of a few chapters. My guess is, it will probably be literary 6000,000 word 'masterpeices' done by writers with a proven track record.
Anway, back to my life!
My agent still hasn't got back to me regarding the first chapter or so I sent her. Hmmm... this means either two things;
She hasnt checked her post
She thinks it stinks
I don't think she will think it stinks. And I do think she's checked her post. I suppose I'm now feeling I'm just not importnt enough to her. That stings a little. I say a little because becoming a writer means things can sting a little less - it's like I have developed some type of thick skin... all those rejections. It would be hard to survive this, methinks.
Anyway, I'm typing away on my nw novel, loads of spelling mistkes etc. i just want to get that first drapht down. The bare bones, before I go over it like fine toothcomb. if only I could get a contract on the basis of the first few chapters, then I could finish it knowing I had a book deal. How's that for inspiration? I'd proabbaly type it up within two weeks.
Does anyone know of anyw riters who have ever got a contract on the bais of a few chapters. My guess is, it will probably be literary 6000,000 word 'masterpeices' done by writers with a proven track record.
Anway, back to my life!
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