Author: sheila

It’s been too busy for comfort. My friend Farida wasn’t in hospital for long, but she was sent home with strict instructions to stay in bed. Since she lives with an 11-year-old daughter, and infirm mother-in-law and a non-domesticated husband, I’ve been taking up rather a lot of the slack. Meanwhile my son had a ton of end-of-shcool-year homework, which only gets done if I nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag nag-nag-nag-nag-nagnag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag. It’s like pushing…

Last night I dreamed I was in a motorway service station, having a cup of tea and a chat with Paul Harrison from the Beatles (that’s what he was called in the dream, but perhaps I really meant George McCartney). And I was the age I am now, but Paul was in his late twenties, dressed as though it was 1970. It was fun. I think I’ll make a habit…

Well the whole batch was rejected. That is, three were rejected for technical reasons, four because they didn’t think they’d sell, and the other three because you need 7 out of the first 10 accepted for them to bother with you. I was upset at first, but hey, I’m a writer and well used to rejection. I’ll have a thorough look around their site and try to work out what…