A day of roller coaster emotions was Monday.
In other words, yesterday I was all woman.
Had a massive LC from me and Klo's Sunday drink-wine-a-thon at the bush bar dive in Craighall. Next time we'll do it on Saturday. Or maybe in a venue where gerry attrick barflies aren't hunched over the bar counter.
But I also received some wonderful news concerning my book. It's going to be out at Christmas time. Officially. Word. That alone made me emotional. It's going to be a surreal journey methinks. But I think I am ready and prepared for what could come of it. It's already been one helluva journey, and I'm a little terrified and completely excited at the same time.
I went out with My Friend for a celebratory tomato juice.
On the short story front, I am part of Tales With A Twist.
It's a short story competition, involving 6 female writers – and I am very privileged and honoured to be one of them.
Each week, the stories unfold in five parts, with a major twist at the end. Mine hasn't been put live yet, but I'll definitely let you know when it is. If you like my story, I'd be most grateful if you popped me a vote. Winners are chosen by the public.(More here)
So, in the event you do like my Twisty Tale, and you're feeling generous with the left click on your mouse, send one my way.
Again, if you strolled up to me in a bar/the supermarket/a parking lot/at an off license, and said “Peas, I voted for you,” I'll personally kiss your feet. Even if people are watching. And if that's your thing, of course.
Right, self story promotion over. For now.
I've booked the sex toy lady for Friday. All she needs is a table, she says. All we need are some classy cosmopolitans. And Safe Cab.
Doc arrives back from a two month sojourn in the States this week. I'm so excited. I haven't seen my pal in so long, and I have really missed his mug around. He's gonna love what I've done with the Bollywoods.
And a franulum is the thing that attaches your tongue to the bottom of your face.