Hello again.
After an absence of months since I set this thing up: welcome to my blog. This blog has no specific theme; rather, it encompasses a variety of different themes. Some I can think of off the top of my head: for instance, my food review section: "Nascent Vomit", which will review all the meals and foodstuffs you really wouldn't want to eat, plus anonymous reviews of eateries with names changed to protect the damned. I use the word eateries rather than restaurants with good reason - I'm not yet bourgeois enough to be eating in restaurants once a week, let alone every day. Anyway, just think of this section as Michael Winner without the blackmail (!)
Nascent Vomit is my sardonic response to my good friend Annabel Townsend's "social life of food" blog, which can be found here:
http://social-life-of-food.blogspot.com
Other topics I like to write about: writing about writing, mental health, plants/pretty flowers. I would describe the latter interest as "gardening", but the last time I admitted to a love of gardening, my letterbox was bombarded with mailshots advertising stannah stair lifts, walk-in baths, adjustamatic beds, funeral plans and the like. I am a target market, apparently; but somebody, somewhere is seeing a 70-year-old woman through their crosshairs. Other things I might post: lots of my "creative writing" and lots of babble about how we're all going to hell in a handbasket. The truth is, however, that I don't really know how this blog is going to turn out. The only certainty is that I must write at least 300 words a day, every day. Sometimes I may be writing "au naturel" with my green-inked fountain pen, well away from the keyboard. I must, however, upload it as soon as possible or I will be in big trouble with myself.
Wish me luck,
Rowcherumble.
Nascent Vomit is my sardonic response to my good friend Annabel Townsend's "social life of food" blog, which can be found here:
http://social-life-of-food.blogspot.com
Other topics I like to write about: writing about writing, mental health, plants/pretty flowers. I would describe the latter interest as "gardening", but the last time I admitted to a love of gardening, my letterbox was bombarded with mailshots advertising stannah stair lifts, walk-in baths, adjustamatic beds, funeral plans and the like. I am a target market, apparently; but somebody, somewhere is seeing a 70-year-old woman through their crosshairs. Other things I might post: lots of my "creative writing" and lots of babble about how we're all going to hell in a handbasket. The truth is, however, that I don't really know how this blog is going to turn out. The only certainty is that I must write at least 300 words a day, every day. Sometimes I may be writing "au naturel" with my green-inked fountain pen, well away from the keyboard. I must, however, upload it as soon as possible or I will be in big trouble with myself.
Wish me luck,
Rowcherumble.