I wallow in a really lovely review

Normally I wallow in the misery of rejection but that's another story.... They say that pride goes before a fall but I'm not being proud here, I'm just being totally chuffed at a lovely review on Amazon. The reality of being an author is that the crap reviews will come, but I'm just wallowing in a nice review for a book that had the crap rejected out of it. (Is that even a logical phrase?? - but y'all know what I mean.) So here goes... sigh... I really liked this. I thought it was a short story and really there could not be any real character development, so why since it has been 2 days am I still remembering all of the characters??? Although Daniel may seem a bit stand-off-ish(is this how you spell this word?) I can understand so completely his attitude. He has so much responsibility on his shoulders. His brothers have left the running of a big corporation to Daniel and they are off having the time of their lives with there large allowances. Daniel loves his grandfather more than anything or anyone in his life. However, his grandfather is dying and Daniel wants to badly to do something that will make his grandfather's last days happy. Since his brothers have not been taking any interest in the Corporation, which has caused great concern with the grandfather it is up to Daniel to do something. Daniel knows what will make his grandfather happy, that is for him to get married and provide heirs for the continuation of their corporate success. How and why does Daniel choose Melanie? What was the arrangement between them? Does Daniel end up loving Barnaby (his grandfather's dog. (I did) I felt very fullfilled when I completed this book, just like when you have finished a great meal, everything is good!!! When I have had great things to say about a book, I guess I have been remiss in not giving KUDOS to the author. So Joanne Hill here it is (KUDOS, KUDOS, KUDOS) Thanks

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Wet weather

It is starting to get cooler, praise be. There was a heap of rain one day this week, and by the time I got to work I was damp, to put it mildly. Soaked is overstating it but uncomfortably wet. Have you ever tried to dry off your trousers with a hair dryer? I would have been there forever! If only, I thought, I had a spare anything at work, like a skirt even, but no. Nothing to change into. There was only a pair of pantyhose in case I ripped them, although I had stuffed spare socks and boots in my bag so I could have dry feet at work. It is worth noting that the very next day I went to work, I had completely forgotten that thought about spare clothes altogether and did not take spare anything for future weather events. In fact, I only remembered as I was thinking about writing this blog post. Hopeless. Given I’m trying to keep up my walking part-way to work to get in a good 40 minutes/steps, I should take along spare clothes to keep in my locker just in case. It really was uncom...

My latest obsession

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An old post

This is a blog I wrote for a now defunct pop culture site I used to contribute to, some years ago. A friend was reading some fiction I’d written the other day and after telling me what she did like about it, commented, “But you’re no Jane Austen.” The only Jane Austen I have read is “ Emma .” and it was read under duress at university. I consider myself a person of not massively low intelligence, but it took three reads to get my head around it. Interestingly, that paper was not only my first and only complete Jane Austen experience, but my first and only experience of analysing English literature. I did get an A but not without suffering a degree of depression as a result. Yes, I gained an appreciation for some things (Elizabeth Barrett Browning sonnets, oh my gosh!) but analysing Emily Dickinson was enough to sap the will to live right out of me. Fortuitously, at the end of that semester, I saw the movie Stargate on TV, and promptly un-enrolled myself fr...

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