Last month I submitted a Christmas novella to Books To Go Now entitled The Bed & Breakfast Man, and a short erotic parody, the first of my ‘eroticoms’ entitled Norty or Nice to Secret Cravings Publishing.
Earlier this month, I had the fabulous news that both of these submissions had been accepted, and so watch out everyone, there will be two …count them TWO…of mine to buy this Chrimbo.
Keep following as I will post snippets of the two works and perhaps, for any Pann fans out there, I there may be a tease or three.
Hope you are all as excited as I am.
Aaaah September. I welcome you with open arms…but where the Dickens have you gone?
I admit, I look forward to the autumn months with childish glee for several reasons. The children go back to school, the crunching of leaves underfoot on the school walk, the weather starts to cool down and there is a freshness to the air. Most of all, usually for me life begins to slow down in preparation for winter and the C word. It’s cool enough to enjoy my favourite comfort foods, and the stews, casseroles and crumbles that have been sorely missed through the summer months are back with huge hug. Aaaah mashed swede, how I have missed you.
Now just as it seems to have arrived, so September is leaving us. Life has been hectic here with the preparation for school, longed for visits to London and birthdays. I fulfilled a dream to see my ultimate crush in person (within bottom pinching distance from me), and have visited one of the most beautiful stately homes in Hertfordshire.
During the hours I have spent alone while the kids have been at school, I’ve managed to achieve most of what I set out to do. Two Christmas shorts have been accepted with the contracts signed, and the book info sheets filled in and sent back. However come 1pm and I’m wiped. Seems all the lack of sleep I have had during the past year has caught up with me. So you will find me more often than none on the sofa cuddled up under a blanket with my eyes closed. So that’s where September has gone. In a blur of sleep and worrying about the kids. I’m hoping Adam will settle down soon and have the great year eight we were talking about.
October will be here soon and so begins the Christmas prep, cakes, tins and jars of yummy stuff. Also the very long lists that need to be whittled down.
I guess the one thing that desperately needs to be done over the next month or so is Pann 2, so forgive me if I am awol for a while, but I need to do it.
TTFN and hugs xxxxxxxx
Yesterday my husband and I were front row in The Round at the Old Vic to watch a play called The Crucible. It has been given amazing reviews and I can see why.
However, I must point out that I have never in my life seen a serious play, am not keen on any violence and much prefer much more light-hearted stuff that gives me a smile on my face. I will also admit that I was there mainly to gawp and drool over one of the actors, Richard Armitage, which is a very shallow reason, but hey everyone has their reasons. I went there with no idea what the play was about, and the only expectation was to come away thinking ‘ooooooh I’ve seen RA topless and be entertained’.
The set is simplistic, the choreography is fluid, and the actors very much got into their roles. I jumped each time there was a bang, or there was violence. The hair grabbing made me wince a lot. In fact the girl in the beginning on the bed reminded me of my own daughter having a major tantrum. No offence to the actors, but when there was an argument, because I was so close to the action, it was all I could do not to get up and send them off to cool down. Not the sort of thing one does.
As for Richard, at first I thought “OMG its Richard” and squealed inside. As the play continued into the crescendo of the first part, all I could see was how knackered the poor bloke was. His voice raw, hoarse and it seemed at times he trouble swallowing. I heard once how actors sometimes suffer for their art and boy does he look wiped.
Onto the second part, mostly set in a courtroom. William Gaunt was amazing, and the chap that played the Judge, would make a fabulous Lord Vetinari (in discworld).
To be honest I felt like a duck out of water, a bit of a prat for jumping/wincing. I admit I went in the deep end of the ‘play’ scale without dipping my toes in first. It was a great performance, the actors were great, and I hope come September 14, Richard is somewhere being looked after, having a decent meal and plenty of tea!