I'm still working hard editing my book, but I'm still very hopeful that it will be out in March. Our second child (a wee boy) is due at the end of March and so it needs to be done by then because after that I'm going to have very little time to write.
So, with that in mind, I thought that I should give you all the information you need to get your grubby little paws on a copy of my novel. It's very simple and to make it even easier for my beloved Blogites, here is a link where you download the Kindle app to your PC, Mac, Blackberries, iPhones and more. Once you have this app you can simply go on Amazon, purchase my book for the very reasonable price of $5 and presto, you can read my debut novel. If you're in England this works fine too and the price will be adjusted, so it will be about 3 of your English pounds. So, go here and download the app, so you're ready as soon as my book is available.
http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html/ref=amb_link_352814002_3?ie=UTF8&docId=1000493771&pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_s=center-6&pf_rd_r=0D2YXYHB3ZSX20V3BE3G&pf_rd_t=1401&pf_rd_p=1279039382&pf_rd_i=1000426311
Another exciting edition to the world of This Thirtysomething Life: A Diary was born this week. It now has it's own official Facebook page, so please check it out and LIKE it. The more people I can get there and to LIKE it the better. Here's the link to that page if you haven't checked it out already.
http://www.facebook.com/pages/This-Thirtysomething-Life-A-Diary/101681903245838?ref=ts
And to get you in the mood, here is another short excerpt from my novel, This Thirtysomething Life: A Diary. Enjoy with a cup of tea and a biscuit.
Tuesday January 17th, 7:00pm
At home. Eating bangers ‘n’ mash. Emily nibbling on a sausage (unfortunately, not a euphemism).
Begin rant.
We had to use the ladies' toilet at school today because of a blockage in the gents' (no doubt Bill Jenkins (Maths) was to blame. That man has the bottom of the devil). Still, it was quite an eye-opening experience. The ladies' toilet is lovely. They have pretty pink little towels, there are pictures of quaint English countryside scenes on the wall, they have hand lotion, hand moisturiser, the cubicle actually has toilet roll (and how soft it was) and they have a little box of potpourri next to the basin. I had no idea that the female staff had it so good in the lavatory department.
Going into the gents' is like visiting someone in jail. Hard, sandpaper towels, grey paint peeling off the walls, there’s never any soap, there’s always one half-square of toilet roll left (who uses half a square of toilet roll?), and God, the smell. The thought of having to pee or worse (number twos) starts a spiral of thought, which can take up an entire morning of teaching. Do I really have to go? Can I wait? Just bloody well clench-up and keep it in.
We’re intelligent human beings. We’re responsible for educating the next generation of industry leaders, artists and sports personalities, yet we have to defecate like monkeys in the rainforest, while the ladies get their girlie bits pampered like bloody royalty. It just isn’t right. Just because I’m a man, it doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy a bit of potpourri and hand moisturiser from time to time.
Rant over.
Blog soon x
