What have I done this week? Oh, nothing. Only got interviewed for a shiny new website aimed at writerly types with lady parts (Hey, I'm a writerly type with lady parts!!)!
It's called www.womenintheirownwords.com and was set up by a journalist with shiny hair and equally swishy writing skills called Sarah-Jane Darcey ( @sarahjanedarcey to youTwittererers...tweeter...twittites...twitterators?).
The site is aimed at established women writers and bloggers and such like, as well as other boob-sporters who want to up their game in the world of writing. I belong to the latter camp. What I lack in actual success, I more than make up for in desparation and attention seeking.
Women In Their Own Words is packed full of handy interviews already, despite it only going live this Monday.
It's really ver' good. And not just because they let me warble on for a whole page about myself. It's only a little bit because of that. Maybe, like, 49% or so. Mm-hmm.
Oh, and it's pretty too. Another important factor. See! See!
If you want to read a page of me talking about my favourite topic (mememeMEEEE!!) , point your clicky device.... here!
Well, that's quite enough narcissism for one day for me. I'm off to locate some snacks and learn how to be a better blogger by trawling aforementioned website. Next time I'm online, I'll knock your chuffing socks off, readers, with my abundance of literary know-how and...and...pizzaz! Is pizzaz still a word? I know pizzas is.
....Or I might just mildly amuse you by rambling on for a whole post about what I've done to embarrass myself that day and informing you about the weird, shriveled thing I found at the back of the fridge. Whatever. Can't get any worse, though, can it?
[squeaks]...can it?
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