Thursday, 16 October 2008

Desperate measures

Sorry, I can't come to the blog right now...busy hooking. If you leave a comment I promise to get back to you soon. There's a queue snaking down the lane, gotta go! Oh, it's great to feel in demand. Now, where did I put my antiseptic wipes?

Monday, 6 October 2008

Begging for it

News that the wonderful JK Rowling earns £5 per second, (yes, you read that correctly, FIVE BIG ONES EACH AND EVERY SECOND), brings pathetic and frankly, desperate thoughts to the fore here on the Dunghill of Destitution.

I'm thinking about putting together a begging letter for Ms Rowling. I know that she is not averse to making donations to the less fortunate (The Labour Party, for example.) By my reckoning, if she can spare me ten minutes of her time, our current fiscal perturbations could be alleviated. If her schedule is too tight, a couple of minutes would remedy our winter firewood problem and prevent family-wide digital frostbite.

So, Joanne, hon, if you happen to be having a guilty google of yourself, and you alight on my humble blog...would you mind considering helping out a fellow author? (Yeah, I'm a writer, of sorts. I don't do wizards, so there's no need to worry about a conflict of interests).

Dear Blogchums...do you have any tips for the skint? Have you ever written a corking begging letter? Missives to Father Christmas don't count. Do you have any tips for success? Rules? Definite no-nos?
Come on...don't make me beg. I still have my pride you know...well...actually...no I don't. Ha ha!!