If you were wondering why there was no blog yesterday, it was because I didn’t have anything to put up. Things are very quiet for us at this time of the year, there’s never much new to tell you, and looking at the same old photos day after day ain’t that thrilling. So, you may not get a post every day over the winter, but I’ll see how I go.
Today, I am typing more errors than usual on my typowriter, because of a tuna accident. I have a plaster or three over the end of a finger thanks to opening a can of tuna for a sandwich last night, and that’s about as thrilling as my news gets. Oh, I have just been invited to take part in a book promotion, a fayre or something, by at least three places. (I am still going through the mail.) The Manhattan Book Club would be thrilled to sponsor my book in their upcoming… ‘How much will that cost me? No thanks.’ Then, I have an email from ‘Tasha’ who is attempting the ‘I saw your book being talked about in a Facebook reader group, and it immediately drew me in’ way into my gullibility. You can knock, love, ‘What has it been like developing these characters?’ but you ain’t drawing me in. Then, there’s a turd. I mean, a third. There’s this organisation in the USA who are chasing up a previously non-sent, sent email, and repeating their offer of being ‘glad to provide more details and discuss how I can support you in positioning yourself for the right opportunities.’ This one was signed: Robyn D, Organizer, Queer Women and Non Binary Book Club and Stuff.
And stuff? How desperate are these AI manipulators in their attempts to fleece, and how stupid do they think we are, eh? Sheesh.
