This week I received an email congratulating me on my nomination for a ‘Top Writing Blog Award’.
Woo-hoo, eh? Great. I’d never heard of the organisation that nominated me though, so I Googled them. They seem to be a broker for online education. So far they have a dozen different categories of these “awards”
Top 115 parenting blogs!
Top …
A personal post to start 2012.
In forty days and forty nights, I’m going to be… (can you guess?)
Today I should have been writing. But I cannot even find the right words to express my condolences, never mind a scene in a novel.
I’ve decided to include an untruth in this post. One of the following statements is made up. See if you can spot the lie.
Why does disposing of a book feel so personal?
It’s very interesting to see my relatives’ impressions of me reflected back in their choice of books.
Scotty here, or some other equally oily minion from the sweaty boiler room.
Hold on, I’ll wipe some of this anonygrease from my hands… onto some appropriate recepticle… like my forehead.
There, now I’m slightly less unfit to touch The Mac.
So. It’s been a busy day hereabouts, I can tell you. Lulled into a false sense …
My best friend is called Victoria. She is ten years old.
We were best friends first when we were six. We sat next to each other at school.
We were best friends even though I liked pink best and Victoria liked blue. Even though I liked fairies and she liked dinosaurs.
When Victoria had seven candles, her …
…The only reason I did this was so that I could legitimately say things like ‘It took me a long time to reach Climax’