It's Only Life

  Don't ever let anyone tell you that writing a book is easy especially a memoir. Unless you are famous agents and publishers won't touch it with a barge pole or say I love it , BUT, I don't love it enough to risk a libel suit, you haven't built a 'tribe'. After several rejections, you lose count at a certain point, someone finally says I'm prepared to give it a shot. By this time you have come to a point when you automatically press the delete button as soon as the email pops up. Then you think, did that email say yes. You search the deleted folder but, after reading it you still don't get your hopes up. Finally the book is in your hands. The publisher has done their bit but you still need to do yours. You need to get people to read it. Then you worry that it is not good enough that people are going to trash it, and believe me there is always at least one that decides to criticise, or read between the lines and put two and two together and make you out

 Well it's finally happening my memoir is with the publisher as we speak. I am unsure of the release date at the moment but it will be soon. I will keep you all posted.

  Lots of new ideas buzzing around my head. At the moment Mick and I are busy making things, trying to clear some of the 'waiting to be done something with' pile (which keeps being added to daily). We have 12 huge boxes of material in the loft to use up and a trunk full of 'might be useful one day' bits. I also have three books to finish, and a ghost writing project which has been waiting five years to be done. Somehow I need to find the time to bring everything together into some kind of manageable state. I am going to take a one week break from social media soon, to clear my head and have coffee with my sister who I haven't seen for 34 years. Hopefully, after that I will have some plan of action., and will know if Boris is letting us out long enough to get back to work. I really do need a manager/agent/promoter to sort me out, I used to be so organised but now I struggle bringing the ideas to fruition; not enough hours in the day.

 Good morning all just to let you know that I am in the process of writing another memoir. This time it is about my work as a psychic and medium. More news on that soon. My autobiography is still in the 'waiting to be published stages' and I hope that will soon change.  I have recently agreed to do something that, if it goes horribly wrong, could be professional suicide for me. Tonight will tell, and I will let you know how it went. I am going to be taking a one week break sometime soon and hopefully during that time I will work on my new 'crime novel with a twist'' as well as catching up with my half sister who I haven't seen for 34 years.  Things have been difficult lately and I really need to stop procrastinating and work on my time management. A couple of things I have been trying to make my mind up on have now been taken out of my hands,  so now I will be concentrating on psychic/mediumship readings, shows when the government allows a return to some form of

       The night of the 8th February 2015  was the 160th anniversary of a very strange event, that left the people of South Devon wondering whether the Devil himself had paid them a visit.      Mysterious hoof-shaped prints, were said to have appeared overnight in heavy snowfall and were discovered by early risers on the morning of the 9th. The prints which were one in front of the other approximately eight and a half inches apart appeared to have been made by a biped. They were said to have covered an area of between forty to one hundred miles, passing over rooftops and through walls. One set of prints were said to have bridged a two mile span of the river Exe, continuing on the other side as if the creature had walked over the water. This was all supposed to have happened over a six hour period, which would have meant that the perpetrator would have had to be moving at speeds up to seventeen miles per hour.      The people waited to see if the footprints would return over the n

 I always save my work every few sentences. Luckily I always back my work up daily and to more than one external source. Today something weird happened. I was dragging a word document to a memory stick when a message popped up saying that I was holding down the control button (I definitely wasn't). Then everything on my desktop got copied to the word document that I was dragging (nothing was highlighted). I managed to stop the action before too much damage was done, but in the process I lost all my website files from the laptop. Luckily I had back-ups. I have no idea what caused it, as the problem resolved itself after I restarted the computer and deleted the word doc. The only damage was, that it cost me about half an hour checking important files to make sure they were still there. So please everyone BACK-UP regularly to external devices.

  If it wasn’t for OCD, I would have more hours in a day. Everything needs to be checked and double checked. Often I can be in the middle of a train of thought, writing away merrily, then I see a drawer that is slightly open. I try to ignore it, but it is distracting me; I can’t stop looking at it. My mind is now willing me to do something about it; a little voice in my head (my thoughts), say ‘No, leave it’. Finally ‘mind’ wins, and I get up to close it. That’s it, damage done, I have lost the train of thought; so, I sit and procrastinate until the thought decides whether or not to pop back into my head again. Remember I’m old, and old people often forget what they were going to do, so that could be a very long time. Wait a minute… here it comes, and I am back on track; until a look at my two mobile phones (yes I have two), they are not lined up properly. I pause to sort them out, but one of the cases is misshapen; do I align it on the left, the right, the top or the bottom? I t