Growing Pains
I have to admit, I haven't quite cracked this whole blogging lark. It's not that I don't have lots of things to say - who doesn't like the sounds of their own voice! - it's just that I never seem to find the time. The only consolation is I'm not the only one who struggles with this. Apparently Lindsay Lohan is also an absentee blogger. (Actually, you're right, that's no consolation at all)
Anyway in my case, it's not just the blog. I've been meaning to send out a newsletter for months, but can't seem to get round to that either. Normally I'd say you find the time for the things you want to do, but in this case ...
Maybe this is fallout from the mad rush to hand in The Gilded Seal on time. It took such a push to get it over the line that part of me is happy to tread water for a little while. Is that so wrong? Probably. A writer's work is never done.
It's not that I've been completely idle. I went to a launch party for Paul Strathern's excellent book, Napoleon in Egypt. I saw Arsenal thrash Fulham. I even went to the Society of Bookmen dinner (don't ask me what it is, but apparently it's a big deal to be asked!) at the Savoy Club, courtsey of my agent, J-Lo. And last weekend I went to Paris with the family, where all my grand plans for an activity filled weekend were derailed by Amelia insisting on riding the donkeys in the Ranelagh Gardens again and again.
Actually, now I think about it, I've got this all wrong. I was far less busy when I was writing! So there's no excuse for not keeping the blog up to date.
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PS - Before I forget, anyone who happens to be in the Chorleywood area this Sunday 20th May at 7:30pm, (If you don't know where it is, then there's no point in me explaining) I'm talking about art crime at the Memorial Hall as part of the Book Festival. See you there.
Anyway in my case, it's not just the blog. I've been meaning to send out a newsletter for months, but can't seem to get round to that either. Normally I'd say you find the time for the things you want to do, but in this case ...
Maybe this is fallout from the mad rush to hand in The Gilded Seal on time. It took such a push to get it over the line that part of me is happy to tread water for a little while. Is that so wrong? Probably. A writer's work is never done.
It's not that I've been completely idle. I went to a launch party for Paul Strathern's excellent book, Napoleon in Egypt. I saw Arsenal thrash Fulham. I even went to the Society of Bookmen dinner (don't ask me what it is, but apparently it's a big deal to be asked!) at the Savoy Club, courtsey of my agent, J-Lo. And last weekend I went to Paris with the family, where all my grand plans for an activity filled weekend were derailed by Amelia insisting on riding the donkeys in the Ranelagh Gardens again and again.
Actually, now I think about it, I've got this all wrong. I was far less busy when I was writing! So there's no excuse for not keeping the blog up to date.
***
PS - Before I forget, anyone who happens to be in the Chorleywood area this Sunday 20th May at 7:30pm, (If you don't know where it is, then there's no point in me explaining) I'm talking about art crime at the Memorial Hall as part of the Book Festival. See you there.
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