Interview

You may have noticed that it’s been a bit quiet on here of late. I've copped out a bit. Been a bit of a disappointment.
Just whacked on picture post after picture post. Been treading water. One not very funny story about being a mummy after another not very funny story about being a mummy.
False advertising if you ask me.

But there is a reason I haven’t been around as much.
A good reason.

A reeeeeally good reason.

GOOD GOD NO!! I am absolutely not pregnant. Cheeky sod.

I’ve been beavering away – on the blog, but not online on the blog.

Because today – this very day, I’ve got a meeting. With an A-G-E-N-T.

Who thinks she’d like to get this very blog P.U.B.L.I.S.H.E.D.

I KNOW. The words you are looking for are “bloody Hell fire”.

And right now, I’m sat on a train, going to London, to meet her.

*scream so high pitched it is audible to only bats and dolphins*

Obviously, I want to come across as the cool, calm, intelligent, witty, aloof, happening chick I truly am, thus throwing off the mask of messy, unhinged, disorganised, late, unprofessional nutter which I so readily wear (to hide my brilliance).
I did this very morning contemplate setting fire to my own hair, just so I can become a human sparkler and write “my book is getting published” by whipping my hair about in the air fifty times while riding a unicycle naked and juggling dirty nappies (first thing that sprang to mind). But I decided that this would waste time when I should be having a shower – see –  intelligent.

So, does this outfit say “successful writer and all round good egg" to you?

I know. It says lunatic in a cheap suit jacket and 80's pants doesn’t it? And fingers crossed, if she’s read the blog, that’s exactly what she’ll be looking for.

WISH.
ME.

LUCK.