How to tell you about me without telling you all about me? I am female, of the more mature kind, I gave up wearing short, white ankle socks years ago and, no, I don’t play tennis and never have done. I live in London and love it – even when it wears its summer dress of tat and rubbish in the streets. I write every day – on a good day – and see family, next door’s dog and a cat I don’t want in my garden.
The garden is small and paved with no grass and no weeds – perfect. There are two robins, a Mr and a Mrs Blackbird and an assortment of small blue/white/greeny birds but you, if you are a ‘bird’ person, probably know their names better than me.
I write novels for the women’s market although ‘market’ is an optimistic word right now as nothing has been published yet. However, and this is the big one, I am about to have a short story published by Dark Tales – the mention of which means I must now search for the web name so that I can add it to ‘links’. See? I’m getting the hang of this blogging game.
I have lived in Cairo, visited St Petersburg, Dakar in Senegal, New Zealand and most European countries. I once almost had a travel book published.
I drink red wine – who doesn’t? – but don’t like Chinese food.
I think that is plenty of info for one evening.
I could do with an illustration for this but if you think you’re getting a photo of me – no chance!
7 June 09
One thing I didn’t tell aboout me is that I am a type 2 diabetic. I have never been overweight or underactive – although I did jump from a size 10/12 to a 14 before I was diagnosed, maybe that has something to do with it all. Up until now I have been doing well with visits to the gym and eating sensibly. I ask you, no red meat to safeguard my kidneys, not much wine to safeguard my liver, no gin at all, not much butter or cheese, no pasta, not much rice and only 1 potato! Of course no puddings, pastry, cakes, biscuits or cream teas. What’s left? According to my doctor, greens, beans and salad. Is this worth living for? I now hear that I am not doing well enough and must take a new pill at bedtime. Which doesn’t seem to be working. So back to the drawing board at the surgery. In the meanwhile, I can’t settle to writing, just seem to be pricking my finger and squeezing blood non stop!
Anyone else out there the same?
Oh go on Jane – a photo would be divine! I’m really looking forward to seeing you develop this blog and reading more of your work!
Love this Jane. You’ve given me the inspiration to try to do it myself. Good luck with this. Clare x
Oh Jane. Hope you are OK> Thought you had been quiet! x
Don’t anyone worry. I am fine – just like to fall off the world to plan my next life…off now to the Royal Festival Hall for workshop on finished novel with other writers from the Spread the Word Pitch comp.
Jane
Loved the Bloomsbury stuff in particular Jane.
I’ve been to Charleston twice recently – did I tell you about the robin in Vanessa Bell’s glorious garden? William Fiennes was inspirational – have you read ‘The Music Room?’