Current work: revisions
Listening to: Bach
Reading: not – am writing
Specifically, what this woman wants.
DH says I don’t need it. I beg to differ. A handbag covered in handbags, to me, says ‘romance author’. I have not yet found my painting. So I think this bag says ‘award-winning romance author’. (Actually, it says, “The familiar is made beautiful through love.” QED. It is MADE for me.) And I have an awards do to go to - OMG, two weeks today - and this bag will match my award-winning romance author outfit perfectly. They also do it in pink, but I've seen this one in the flesh and this is the one that speaks to me. (Yeah, yeah. I know handbags don't talk, per se. You know what I mean.)
The talk went well yesterday, after a scary start. No hands up at my first question. My heart sank a little: and some of the kids had a real ‘I don’t want to be here’ expression on their faces. But I had a little something up my sleeve – rather, on the table. (The Norfolk Almanac of Disasters. Want to know what happened on your birthday?) Every so often, I told them another little story. By the end of the session, they were all putting their hands up and contributing (and lots of them asked me where they could get my book – bless). So I hope I achieved my aim of showing them that books can be fun – it’s a pleasure that can be shared, and it doesn’t have to cost anything if you use your library.
Have been asked to open a new library in another school, and I’m delighted - I’ve always wanted to cut a ribbon. (I’d also love to switch on some Christmas lights…) And am looking forward to next week’s talk at Madam’s school.
But for now... I need ways of convincing DH that this handbag is mine, mine, mine. (I could sneak out and buy it, though will have to be sans kids as Madam is a complete and utter grass and she would tell him.)