I have writerly things to do. I have publishing things to do. Where do I even start listing these things in order for this blog post? I know! I'll work on my business plan and that will help give me structure in life.
You see, since publishing my first novel in 2011, I've been a writer and/or author. Since then I've been a self-publisher too. And now that I'm starting up my own publishing company I will be a straight up publisher. What goes into being an independent publisher though? I'll tell you. Or rather, I'll tell the public in my first ever column article for the Worcester News.
That's just one of the things I need to get done. But for now I shall personably blog about my weekend past.
I finally celebrated St Patrick's Day in England since moving here from the US way back in 2001. I mean that is just sad, right? Oh well. Saturday was lovely drinking Guinness with friends, listening to a live band play Irish music, and watching some Irish dancers later on.
There was a bit of an adventure getting home for me and my bf afterwards. We called a taxi. When we got into the taxi the driver asked us if he could go in a certain direction. I thought it was a bit strange that he should ask. We didn't know the area so we agreed with the driver. Then £10 later we regretted agreeing! It was supposed to be a £4 journey from The Rock Tavern to Hartlebury train station. The driver went the long way though.
Small moment of panic when our taxi rocked up near the train station. The snow was falling heavily in the dark of 9pm at night. Though as we neared the station it was all lit up. The snow fall vibrant in the light. And luckily there was a pub at the train station! So the bf and I went inside for 10 minutes or so, to keep warm. We took the train to Kidderminster where we were due to wait 20 minutes for the next train. To keep warm at Kiddy we did some pilates in the snow. Up on the walking bridge over the tracks we could see out across the town. Constant snow fall was lit magically by the town lights. It was adventurous and stunning, but so cold when we finally reached Malvern. Like minus two degrees out there!
I've been frozen outdoors a bit today as well. But now I'm safe and sound in our little flat, with my daughters two. Sophie age 11 and Rose age 3. We were looking forward to warming properly with hot chocolates I grabbed at McDonalds drive thru, on the way. But they gave us half filled cups of gross brown water! So that was a disappointment. Oh well. I shall now warm up with a hot cuppa decaf tea. And the girls some warm apple juice.
Special shout-out to Sophie for 40/40 on her maths test last Friday. I have a maths genius of a daughter, I do.