Excuses, excuses
Don’t you hate it when you read a blog and the blogger in question gives a long and boring explanation as to why she’s not been posting much/her blog’s turned to a complete sack of crap? (Delete as appropriate).
Don’t you also hate it when the reason they give for this lack of attention to, let’s face it, something that very few people could actually give a stuff about, is something nauseatingly self congratulatory? Something like “Sorry for not posting, people, but I’ve been so busy with spending my lottery win…” or “Sorry for not posting people, it’s just that what with that affair I’m having with (insert actor of choice here-used to be Brad Pitt was a popular choice, suddenly not so much now he’s grown a raggedy old beard. Gerard Butler, then. Except don’t you think he looks like a potato?) I’m lucky if I can make my way to the computer for physical exhaustion”.
Well, I am that nauseating blogger. The Misssives have suffered of late. Effectively they’ve suffered for the whole of this year, and my attendance on some of your blogs has also been pitiful. Nauseating reason? Well it’s because I wrote a book with a certain other recently sloppy blogger called Emma. It was a lot of work, we had our ups and downs, like finding an agent, then finding out she was a crappy agent, and and feeling very sorry for ourselves, but then carrying on anyway. But then, last month, a rather splendid Australian publishing company with impeccable taste bought our book. So the nauseating reason is, we wrote a book called Cocktails at Naptime and it’s getting published. With illustrations and everything! Huzzah!
I promise not to turn into one of those awful people who bang on about their book all the time, but I will let you know when it’s out there (November 2010) in case you want to shoplift a copy.
I’m editing it just now (because there are loads of shit bits that have to be made not shit) so again posting may be light for the next couple of months. Just wanted to tell you my news and let you know that I really appreciate the people who still do read the blog and comment occasionally. It will go back to being a worthwhile read soon, I promise.
C’mon it’s not that bad, I could have been blogging about the state of my teeth every week (doing fine with the braces, by the way- amazing improvement- I look like Marie Osmond) or my dog (The Black Menace is fine, he’s still pulling me off my feet and biting the face off the odd soft toy, but otherwise he’s a little champione) or my husband (Meeester got singled out by the dame in a panto we went to on Saturday and ridiculed- it made his day. He now wants to be a pantomime dame. Those reading this who know him will be able to visualise this). Or what my kids are up to (that’s them at the top of the post standing next to the dead sperm whale that washed up on the beach beside us-. We know how to entertain them kids, we really do. You’ve never smelled anything like it in your puff).
And, so, how are you?
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