I know that my blog posts this week have mainly consisted of me pointing you in the direction of other blogs where I’ve written things, but thanks to Michael Connelly Day*, getting stuck into the first draft of Backpacked, actively ignoring news of an Irish writer getting a MEGA deal (and the fact that actually, the book has a very clever premise and is something I’d love to read), playing with my new coffee machine and keeping one eye on the window at all times for my DHL delivery/Self-Printed review copies, I haven’t really had the time to write new content for both.
This actually went live last week, but on PinkPangea.com I’ve been sharing the horrors of working as a campsite courier in France (for six whole weeks).
“In 2005 I was working for a British travel company at their staff training facility in the Netherlands when I was offered the opportunity to finish up my summer with a six-week stint as a courier (a general assistant) at one of their resorts in the south of France.
I know. That’s a lot of places in one sentence.
Here’s one more: Ireland, the home I didn’t want to go back to yet. The French resort was a campsite called Les Sablons in the town of Portiragnes Plage, near Béziers. It was right on the beach, and that beach was right on the Med. The customers were British and Irish so no French was required, and I was eternally chasing sunshine. Most importantly, what else did I have to do? I said yes.”
I also got the WordPress mads late last night and moved a few things around on MousetrappedBook.com to make room for news of Backpacked, etc. Do go have a look if you have a spare minute.
*Michael Connelly is my No.1 favorite author in the whole wide world and I always get his books on publication day. Then I bring them home, clear my schedule and read them all in one glorious sitting. I’ve been doing that now for ten years.