A couple of friends say they published books using Lulu.com - at absolutely no cost to themselves I might add - and were delighted with the results. Never having seen the end product, I finally decided to have a go and see what happens...after all what can I lose - apart from the fiver it cost me to buy a copy of the finished product?
So okay this doesn't make me published in the true sense of the word, and it certainly isn't going to change my life or bring me fame or fortune, but there is a mild feeling of satisfaction is seeing something I made. And the main part of the satisfaction is based puerly around the fact that - after days of struggling with formatting etc - I finally got to grips with the process and completed my project successfully.
Maybe a couple of people who know me might take pity on my book and risk a fiver...They can always donate the unwanted paperback to the local charity shop, or maybe they will allow it to gather dust somewhere, or maybe even find a practical use for it ...I have heard that short collections work wonders on wonky table legs!
Monday, January 23, 2006
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Weekends...
Why is there so little time between when the week ends and the working week begins? It seems so unfair. By the time I have wound down from Friday and spent Saturday catching up on chores, Sunday is here and Monday morning looms.
Lately I have been so tired. I go to sleep tired; wake up tired and I'm tired all the hours in between. It seems to have little bearing on the amount of hours slept. I am just plain exhausted. Is it just that I need a break from my killer routine? I do hope so...for if that is the case, our upcoming holiday should make a huge difference.
We have opted for the whole tourist thing - a Florida holiday spent too close to Disney for my liking. I am praying that Florida is more than retirement homes and theme parks...Watch this space. Just two weeks till we fly out.
I am ridiculously excited.
Meantime on the home front there are teeny family wars going on unnoticed by the rest of the world (thank goodness). I am hoping that by keeping our heads down we can miss the not so friendly fire and stay out of it long enough for it all to blow over. If not we'll be looking for line of least long-term damage.
Too many of our friends are losing their parents of late. Normally I would joke about carelessness but this isn't funny. It is a sobering thought. As much as we might like them to, they will not live forever.
Lately I have been so tired. I go to sleep tired; wake up tired and I'm tired all the hours in between. It seems to have little bearing on the amount of hours slept. I am just plain exhausted. Is it just that I need a break from my killer routine? I do hope so...for if that is the case, our upcoming holiday should make a huge difference.
We have opted for the whole tourist thing - a Florida holiday spent too close to Disney for my liking. I am praying that Florida is more than retirement homes and theme parks...Watch this space. Just two weeks till we fly out.
I am ridiculously excited.
Meantime on the home front there are teeny family wars going on unnoticed by the rest of the world (thank goodness). I am hoping that by keeping our heads down we can miss the not so friendly fire and stay out of it long enough for it all to blow over. If not we'll be looking for line of least long-term damage.
Too many of our friends are losing their parents of late. Normally I would joke about carelessness but this isn't funny. It is a sobering thought. As much as we might like them to, they will not live forever.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Friday 13th
It's Friday today...and the 13th day of the month. What's all the fuss about?
Never mind that my day has seen me lurching from one crisis to another - that is usual with my job - it is just another day...isn't it?
Life has been a bit like a runaway train this week... and before you know it, it'll be Monday morning and I'll have driven through the tunnel of the weekend and out the other side into yet another working week.
I really think someone should make it illegal to work on Wednesdays. Think about how great it would be to have a day to recharge midweek...Is it worth writing to the PM about it? Nah! But a gal can dream, can't she?
Never mind that my day has seen me lurching from one crisis to another - that is usual with my job - it is just another day...isn't it?
Life has been a bit like a runaway train this week... and before you know it, it'll be Monday morning and I'll have driven through the tunnel of the weekend and out the other side into yet another working week.
I really think someone should make it illegal to work on Wednesdays. Think about how great it would be to have a day to recharge midweek...Is it worth writing to the PM about it? Nah! But a gal can dream, can't she?
Monday, January 09, 2006
Oh Dear...
Not a very good start. The very end of the ninth day of the month and barely a word posted. Oops! Must do better!
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Hello 2006
Well 2006 arrived in London in a ten minute bang flash wallop of fireworks over the Thames in and around the London Eye...and I watched the whole sorry thing sprawled out on my bed in my tatty old green dressing gown - didn't realise just how tatty it was until post-Xmas and so missed out on the chance of a new one, because dressing gowns just aren't the kind of thing I would buy for myself - and I'm sniffing vapour rub from a ratty tissue and wondering what happened to the vibrant young thing who once danced the night away with strangers in a crowded nightclub ...
Where we were frisked by butch wo-men in the doorway only to find that once inside the music threatened to deafen us and they turned the heat up to force us to by drinks at over-inflated prices and there wasn't room enough to really dance so we were forced to sway with the crowd. Heaven help the poor fool with no sense of rhythm who could so easily be trampled under foot... those were the days...Of short skirts and high heels and lost youth.
And then at a few minutes past twelve when I am starting to feel sorry for myself, my husband emerges from the shower wrapped in a towel and asks "is it nearly time?"
His skin is slightly pinkish brown and he smells of soap and baby lotion and the man I love is smiling and suddenly all is right with my world and 2006 looks like a wealth of possibilities stretched before us.
Where we were frisked by butch wo-men in the doorway only to find that once inside the music threatened to deafen us and they turned the heat up to force us to by drinks at over-inflated prices and there wasn't room enough to really dance so we were forced to sway with the crowd. Heaven help the poor fool with no sense of rhythm who could so easily be trampled under foot... those were the days...Of short skirts and high heels and lost youth.
And then at a few minutes past twelve when I am starting to feel sorry for myself, my husband emerges from the shower wrapped in a towel and asks "is it nearly time?"
His skin is slightly pinkish brown and he smells of soap and baby lotion and the man I love is smiling and suddenly all is right with my world and 2006 looks like a wealth of possibilities stretched before us.
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