They say that there is a novel burning inside of all us just bursting to get out and this is something I have thought about , perhaps not entirely about writing about a book , I mean what on earth would little old me write about . I write I blog but I don't suppose I can stretch to writing an inspirational high living pat on the back book resulting in all those book awards and being on all those chat shows * note to self get your hair dyed and nails done , ditch the Minnie mouse socks and bobble hats . Otherwise I would be be looking like a character out of an Alan Bennett play ...
But perhaps that would would be my mystique naturally surreptitiously I would have have to a nome de plume ( gosh doesn't than sound better than a pen name , I have always thought that a lot of things sound better in French . Look even the humble pea sounds romantic 'petit pois' , you purse your lips to say it . Yes all the attention seekers would be out to say how they knew me at school how we played marbles , how quiet I was , eating my packet of wotsits away from the bullies , wearing my bobble hats , lost in the library with my nose in a book , only a handful would know the real me . Those who knew me really would know how kind I was how random I was how me I was , never one to compare myself to others.
I have been musing long and had over this , had a hissy fit and all that Greta Garbo hipster millennial touchy feeling mumbo jumbo.
SO here is my the opening line to my novel the one that I haven't even written yet , the one that I am writing this blog post about .
"The 3 seconds as I poured the milk on my Weetabix were the best 3 seconds of my life .."
Disclosure other similar products are available they aren't quite Weetabix . The Weetabix is my own purchased at a rather nice supermarket I mean you wouldn't purchase Weetabix at a horrible supermarket would you now ...
But perhaps that would would be my mystique naturally surreptitiously I would have have to a nome de plume ( gosh doesn't than sound better than a pen name , I have always thought that a lot of things sound better in French . Look even the humble pea sounds romantic 'petit pois' , you purse your lips to say it . Yes all the attention seekers would be out to say how they knew me at school how we played marbles , how quiet I was , eating my packet of wotsits away from the bullies , wearing my bobble hats , lost in the library with my nose in a book , only a handful would know the real me . Those who knew me really would know how kind I was how random I was how me I was , never one to compare myself to others.
I have been musing long and had over this , had a hissy fit and all that Greta Garbo hipster millennial touchy feeling mumbo jumbo.
SO here is my the opening line to my novel the one that I haven't even written yet , the one that I am writing this blog post about .
"The 3 seconds as I poured the milk on my Weetabix were the best 3 seconds of my life .."
Disclosure other similar products are available they aren't quite Weetabix . The Weetabix is my own purchased at a rather nice supermarket I mean you wouldn't purchase Weetabix at a horrible supermarket would you now ...
My opening line was "I was driving my skip delivery truck through the marquee when....."
ReplyDeleteI mean my opening line "would be" not "was", I've not written the blimmin thing yet.
DeleteI would start, Silently, she waited .......
ReplyDeleteNow you are all intrigued aren't you? :)
Mine would be: They all thought she was an uninspiring stay at home Mum who bakes choc chip cookies, but she was a ninja.
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