Yesterday was an excellent day. I became a failure and it did not bother me. I sent a message to a book distributor, nice, polite letter, and awaited reply with no hopes raised. Anyway a reply came yesterday. (It was a declination!) It was vary terse and obviously had very little thought put in. It made me smile and I wondered if it was a reverse psychology thingie.
Anyway, I sent a thank you back and then picked their brains. Well I thought that seeing as I was there I could only ask. Whether I get a reply remains to be seen but I am not bothered, I can probably do a search on the internet.
An amazing incident occurred in the morning because I got engaged again. Imagine he who knows all finding this out. Well, I managed to get my engagement ring back on after a year of it being so tight that even soap would not remove it.
Another thing, well that must have been good because I have forgotten it. Oh yes, my friend in Japan received a copy of the book and will review it. I am still waiting for any feedback in the UK. Maybe, after being in their possession for six months, my family cannot understand it and close friends are too polite to say ,"What a load of rubbish."
Oh it was the other day. I managed to get into my old jeans again and do the zip up, all thanks to the set of exercises I do each morning in bed, not nothing like that, it is the bow pose in yoga and the abdominal pull. Probably the diet tea helps and cutting down on vino tinto.
I know something else happened yesterday that made me happy - oh I know, I have another identity crisis thanks to my dear friend Moon. I told him I was deleting my profile on Wayn and he requested another friendship on there, so I put a false name and lied about my age and address but it was not really a total lie. I put my brother's age, my birth city and used my pen name.
All because of perverts but I wanted to keep in touch with some sweet people from Turkey and Lebanon as well as Australia.
Then I was chatted up by two young men who really do need their legs slapping but then I suppose it is a man thing but why the Turks like older women I do not know. They would run a mile if they saw what I looked and sounded like this morning.
I have heard quieter dogs barking and seen a better looking ugly pug. Oh my what a face. This only goes to prove that you cannot judge a book by its cover because that can drop off and reveal some very plain looking paper back writer with book worm deficiency.
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I am waiting now for news on book jackets so I can do a cover up job on it. Well apparently it is classified as spineless and I thought some clever camouflage would do the trick and everything would be hunky chunky again. Spineless, huh, I think I did very well yesterday and still smile about the young Turkish men/boys. I don't know when you cease being a boy or girl to become old enough to be called young Man or Woman but I know something that human nature never changes, there will always be the laconic and there will always be the sardonic. I know who I would chose if I could find a dictionary to check on which is which.
