I am going to have to Slap My Vitals again.
Got an email from Calm Lady of Woman & Home.
Blah blah blah, not doing feature right now, blah blah, editor changed mind, blah blah, can I keep your details, sorry, blah blah. Oh, but we will do feature later. Yeah, right.
Was obviously Very Disappointed.
Also feeling a tad foolish for telling Great Britain and most of the European Community. Oh, and my mother.
Am rather pleased with myself. It hasn't changed one iota (what IS an iota??) of my determination to do this writing thing.
In the past have received the slightest negative vibe and have deflated faster than a popping balloon.
Not this time. Am surprised at optimism that just won't go away. Hope. And a semblance of peace that at last I know that writing is something that I enjoy Hugely and something that I want to take further.
So... out come those Brown Envelopes again. When I have a whole day to myself which will be next week, I will fill them up and send them off. I might even work out how to do those email attachment thingies and send emails crammed with Stuff all round the globe. Or possibly Not. Calm Lady had wanted a photo of me so I sent her one. Only I didn't send one. I sent two by mistake. Second photo was random photo of beach. What on earth???
Thank you for all those comments. (I know, I know, I don't ever read them or count them) (21)
Can you hold those kind words for when I might, just might, need them again?
Right. Now it's time to iron.
(Did Jane Austen Ever Bloody Iron?)