Ah, you don't really want to know, do you? You do? Gosh, how flattering. Well, I'm me, obviously. I'm a writer, baker of inedible cakes, mother of an indeterminate number of children (they keep moving, it's hard to count), dog owner, cat slave. Occupier of a crumbly old place in the crumbly old countryside in Yorkshire. And merciless self-publicist.
Holiday Trousers - like ordinary trousers but with more 'give'.
After last week's computer-aided fiasco, this week I am back to as nearly normal as I generally get.
This is a picture of a fiasco. Or it could be a fiesta, I forget, but anyway, this is what my computer was doing. It even had the boots and the headdress, and it was all very messy. It's stopped doing it now though, after I had a stern word, and hid its sequins, so business is very much as usual chez Lovering.
Because it was the Easter holidays I hid in a small room behind a large keyboard and did words. This is what counts as a holiday in my house; you could tell it was a holiday because I had my special 'holiday trousers' on, which have a loose waistband in case the holiday comes complete with four course dinners. It didn't, but I had the trousers on just in case; there was some chocolate, so they weren't totally wasted.Or waisted, I suppose.
They're sort of like this. Only, my bottom goes all the way down, if you know what I mean. Gravity. Sigh. It is not your friend...
Where was I? Oh, yes. Working. So I finished Crush (the one about the tea shop) and I've started a timeslip book now, which is a double timeline, with one being set in the present day and one being set in the Bronze Age; I'm getting set for How I Wonder to come out as a paperback (7th of May, not long to wait now), and am awaiting the edits for I Don't Want to Talk About It (the one with the hobby horse). Tomorrow I go back to the day job.
So, right now, I'm going to have a long lie down, adjust my Holiday Trousers, and possibly eat this last little bit of chocolate that's lying around the place. Oh, and finish setting up my Critique Business....