Rediscovered how much I love writing and how much I hate eBay. I had a feeling that diverting my attention elsewhere would bring my want to write to the boil. Normal service has resumed. Although, I'd quite like to slip into abnormal service and avoid the glorious distractions of the internet. I'd also like to be able to do that without employing my pal Freedom--not that I've employed him this week. Oops! And wait, who knew Freedom was a man.
Oh for the glory days of my old FontWriter. But, oh man, I would not want to go back to the days of using a typewriter. Actually, I wouldn't really like to go back to no internet and no you guys, and I've made a wealth of new friends this week because….
Putting my email address (competition post) without adding the (at) (dot) business has of course led me to enjoy a wealth of spam. Note to spammers: I'm a writer. Writers don't have any money.
And further news on the contest: To all the Entrants, you are wonderful. Thank you all. And a special extra thank you for buying my little Barbed Wire Hearts and joining in my joy. I have a pretty little hardback book--squee.
I bought myself two glorious handbags this week thanks to a colleague--said through gritted teeth while battling the moths that escaped my purse--who told me about an awesome sale at my favourite store. Is it odd that I bought one of the handbags because it coordinates with my new book? Thought so.
Bring on the handbag spammers.
Thanks to Barbed Wire Hearts, I've resumed my Amazon stalking which is silly because the god Amazon created sales graphs so that you would know if a book sold. At least I think that's how it works. It doesn't however tell you if a hundred have sold if they all happen to have sold in one day. Although, I can assure you that a hundred have not sold. That would be ridiculous.
Now onto the weekend...