#chopsy

I was hoping to have written a couple of blog posts this week; sharing my joy and being able to talk to people about my book, sharing the strength and solidarity that is International Women’s Day.  Unfortunately, I have been in bed since Tuesday with Bronchitis and I’m still there, though able to breathe a little bit easier. (chocking coughing while you wet your pants is not a vibe I would…

It’s been a funny week. All the excitement of a book out in the world, and a fair amount of stress. Yesterday I was brilliantly delivering a writing workshop with some magnificent women, signing books and being fabulous. Today I’ve barely made it off the sofa, my throat so exhausted I can barely speak. I can’t even muster a witty retort to the Mister’s lamentations and prayers that the mighty…

It’s been a mad few weeks here, getting ready for the book to come out. (Don’t pull that confused face, I know I told you I wrote a book!) The books arrived from the publishers! I made an arse of myself on Instagram, getting all giddy about my flaps! (Seriously, get your mind out of the gutter.) How pretty are these? Somethings have been difficult and sad, others have been so utterly bat-shit…

Greetings, gorgeous ones. How has your week been? I’ve been visited by the Lady Covidia; throat scarred with razor blades, mind numbing fatigue and muscle aches that have left me winded. After a long weekend in bed, I was feeling if not better then less ill, but then my sense of taste disappeared, I felt as if I’d been run over by a bus and the muscle aches and fatigue returned for the comeback…

Bore da Chickens, I know you weren’t expecting to hear from me today after all the drama about my flaps (really, that joke never gets old). I could get badges made, ‘Ask me about my Flaps!’   You know how I might have mentioned I’d written a book? You know the one with the fabulous pink cover, with just a hint of glitter and those magnificent flaps. Well, drum roll please, CHOPSY has been…