You know when you've been driving too fast for too long and whenever you close your eyes you can still see the motorway/freeway rushing past in you mind? Every time I blink I can see incomprehensible French road signs rushing past at 130 mph. Not that I would ever drive at that speed because it would be illegal.
I didn't get to the beach. After almost ten years of driving boats in the south of France my skin was the colour of mahogany. Then one day I found a spot on my leg had become larger. It turned out to be benign, but the doctor said that I should stop being a fool and keep out of the sun. So theses days I'm the pale figure you see feverishly darting about lest even a single ray of sunshine land upon his pallid little body. I never could do anything in moderation.
Anyway. I've begun completely rewriting my two four part novels which I hope someone will buy. And given that publishers want first rights I removed both of the previous versions from Lulu and Amazon. Not that I made much money. Or any at all to be precise. I'll keep them on smashwords which really defies my own logic but I don't care.
I was asked to guest blog last week. It was an honour. Here's the address if anyone is so bored that they have nothing else to do:
It's a great blog. Hers I mean. I wish mine was as good looking.
I got a manuscript back through the post yesterday. It's been so long since I sent it that I'd forgotten all about it. And the agency to which I'd sent it just said no thanks without putting in a piece of paper reminding me who they were. So I'm none the wiser.
I will not be thwarted.