blocking spam
Dear readers, I have been getting lots and lots of mail on this blog - from spammers in Nigeria, offering me ways to get my husband or lover back through the casting of spells. I checked the site that lists where my readers are, and sure enough, my third highest readership is in Lagos. Since I'd rather not read incoherent messages about conjuring my husband back, my tech genius Grace has engineered a way to stop them. From now on, a reply to one of my posts will go first to my email for approval and then be posted. It'll just take a bit longer to reply.
And now Grace is reporting them all as spam. Take that, you horrible creatures.
A very short article I wrote for "Zoomer" magazine has just appeared in their March issue with Oprah on the cover. There's a longer piece first listing different ways professional writers can help people get their stories on paper, and then, at the end, a short piece from me on how to write your own memoir. Very concise - in fact, considerably cut even from the short version I sent them - but already someone has contacted me to ask if I'd speak on this subject to their group. Not sure it'll work out, but it's nice these things are read.
On my blog, under "Magazines."
Or here: https://www.pressreader.com/canada/zoomer-magazine/20180226/282252370991991
Just finished Rachel Cusk's "Transit." What a very odd book. There's no question she's a good writer, but I won't read another book by her - too cold, too irritatingly unsettling. You never know where you are, as people suddenly take off into long philosophical discussions.
It's cold outside but the sun in this office is hot. I'm trying to dig my way out of the mess after clearing out the storage room for the renovation which is now on hold. My left arm is a bit sore - had the vaccine shot against shingles yesterday. On Thursday we held the rehearsals for So True - wonderful, as always. Yesterday, dear friend Stella Walker came for dinner; today, my oldest friend Ron. Tomorrow, after So True, Sam and Amy and Sam's best high school friend and his wife come for chili and Oscars, which will be wasted on me as I've hardly seen any of the movies. How did I get so behind?
Let's get together. It's still cold, and it's March.
And now Grace is reporting them all as spam. Take that, you horrible creatures.
A very short article I wrote for "Zoomer" magazine has just appeared in their March issue with Oprah on the cover. There's a longer piece first listing different ways professional writers can help people get their stories on paper, and then, at the end, a short piece from me on how to write your own memoir. Very concise - in fact, considerably cut even from the short version I sent them - but already someone has contacted me to ask if I'd speak on this subject to their group. Not sure it'll work out, but it's nice these things are read.
On my blog, under "Magazines."
Or here: https://www.pressreader.com/canada/zoomer-magazine/20180226/282252370991991
Just finished Rachel Cusk's "Transit." What a very odd book. There's no question she's a good writer, but I won't read another book by her - too cold, too irritatingly unsettling. You never know where you are, as people suddenly take off into long philosophical discussions.
It's cold outside but the sun in this office is hot. I'm trying to dig my way out of the mess after clearing out the storage room for the renovation which is now on hold. My left arm is a bit sore - had the vaccine shot against shingles yesterday. On Thursday we held the rehearsals for So True - wonderful, as always. Yesterday, dear friend Stella Walker came for dinner; today, my oldest friend Ron. Tomorrow, after So True, Sam and Amy and Sam's best high school friend and his wife come for chili and Oscars, which will be wasted on me as I've hardly seen any of the movies. How did I get so behind?
Let's get together. It's still cold, and it's March.
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