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It’s been a helluva week…

Sometimes I think that the first step to achieving a thing is just admitting to the world that you want it. When I first started to believe that writing might be something that I’d like to do for a living I applied to a series of websites for opportunities and was, in the most part, ignored. I still held out hope, as one does when one is ignored, that possibly the owners of these websites were just busy an that my positive responses...

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Love, work, insecurity and Rosco

It’s been an eventful few days. On Friday morning my boy dog was taken to the vet to have his teeth dealt with, by dealt with I mean he had most of them removed. The second he was gone I missed him and while trying to occupy myself I found my first paid work as a ghost writer. The deadlines were tight and I was forced to work hard to meet them, my boy came home to me that afternoon and I was too busy to spend much time with him. Pete...

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Paid work

It’s odd the psychological impact that creating an author page on Facebook had on me, I reached the computer this morning with a profound awareness of a day ahead to be filled constructively with a goal in mind. I applied for a job on Elance to ghost write a book on Chinese Metaphysics, there is a resonance there to my educational background which I noted as I applied, but I was weary of competing with those with far more experience...

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Facebook fan page

I nearly mistyped ‘fan’ as ‘fab’ and what a perfect slip that would have been for fab it most certainly is. Throughout yesterday and this morning I’ve been devoting my attentions to that pesky issue of promotion. It is not enough, oh no, to publish a book, one also needs to encourage folk to read it. Self-promotion is hard, it’s hard to know where and how to promote yourself, but in the last 24 hours...

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Late night biking and the art of staying present

Saturday was my first real ride out as a pillion on Pete’s motorbike and it was a long one. We rode out to Didcot and then across to the other side of Chelmsford before coming back home. That’s a baptism of fire if ever there was one. Anyone who knows me will know that doing something as risky as motorbiking is something that doesn’t come naturally, this was a gesture of affection to my husband and the friends we go out...

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