I just….. mmuhnneeha.
I just….. mmuhnneeha.
June 29th 1613 - Globe Theatre burns down
On this day in 1613, the Globe Theatre in London burned to the ground. The Globe was famous as the location of the staging of many plays by William Shakespeare. The fire occurred during a performance of Henry the Eighth. A cannon which was used in the play misfired and ignited the theatre. A second Globe Theatre was built on the same site by June 1614 and closed by the Puritans in 1642. There is currently a reconstruction of the Globe near the original site of the theatre.
On Sunday, I was in Notting Hill and I stumbled across the best used book store I have ever seen. This picture shows only half of the delights that this glorious emporium has to offer. Next time I go back, I’m taking an empty suitcase with me so that I can buy all of the books that I poured over on that rainy Sunday afternoon. - WhatHayleyThinks.
Short clip of Ellen Page having a giggle-fit on Chelsea Lately.
That moment where everything and nothing is funny.
I keep telling people that I’m writing a novel when the truth is, I’m not.
I’m writing about 68 novels.
Well, perhaps not quite 68. Maybe four or five.
I have such a rubbish attention span. I can be merrily typing my way through a new chapter when a fantastic (in my opinion) idea bursts into my head demanding my full attention and its own book. I’ve heard that this is quite normal, though, and that many novice novelists have more than one half-written book on their laptops. So it’s not just me. Phew. I’ve never enjoyed being the odd one out.
Hopefully, one day, when I’m whizzing back and forth between my manuscripts I’ll realise that I’m probably onto a winner with one of them and concentrate all my efforts on that inevitable best-seller.
I’ll just keep reciting my new mantra (I will be richer than J.K. Rowling, I will be richer than J.K. Rowling) over and over until even I believe it. I think talking myself into believing it is much healthier than what I’m doing right now. Watching old episodes of Escape to the Country and mumbling something about how the other half lives. I WILL be in that other half, I WILL.
Of course, it’s not all about the money. I want recognition, respect, a super-duper huge fan base and lots of success. But success and money sort of go hand-in-hand so, fingers crossed I’ll be writing my eleventh novel in my eight-bedroom Victorian manor house in the Cotswolds.
‘Til next time, happy reading!