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Ah, sweet anonymity,
So I have given in, too many people have chorused you should have a live journal and as I like talking about me, why not?
I met Garth Nix yesterday, Garth Nix the successful children's writer, on my last outing for the little bookroom who have cruelly turfed me out of the warm bosom of boredom into the scary, deep world. And Garth Nix (to whom I referred, even to his face, as Garth Nix) was very amusing and witty and that dirty, dirty word, urbane! And most importantly didn't blanch when I suggested he was being a tad precious! (Well, he wouldn't sign a book for Hannah with the words 'I am actually Phillip Pullman'!) He countered with "Are you a writer?" After I answered in the affirmative and expressed surprise at his intuition, he replied, "Yeah, you have that unpublished look about you!"
Ah, nothing like a good banter with an urbane man to form a challenge in the brain. So novels, here we go. And first up I am taking those wise words to heart, write about what interests you! As a novel about the hotness of Wentworth Miller seems a trifle bland, feminism, paganism and belly dancing it is.
Maybe I shall throw in an urbane man or two, just to spice it up.