Today...

We've been moving along with the whole 'Let's Promote Arthur Through Social Media' thing- There's now a Facebook page, should any of you luverly peeps wish to have a little peep, and 'like', if you are inclined to do so- https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/The-Real-King-Arthur/211609635563213

As Sy's burrowed further and further into the writing of 'Arthur', i've obviously seen a lot less of him. Not a bad thing on the whole, as when he has raised his head, he hasn't been able to construct a single sentence, let alone a full blown conversation.
But this morning, having arisen at 7.10 am, i waft into the kitchen for my first caffeine kick to find him there.
Cooking.
Two things immediately spring to mind-
1. He's making me a cooked breakfast- ( she deserves it, she's my wife, she supports me, blah, blah...)
2. He's not making me a cooked breakfast because we have no bacon and he's veggie.

'What are cooking?'
'Veggie burritos, Sprouty.'
'I'm sorry- i thought you said burritos- it's just turned 7 in the morning.'
'Yes, but it's my supper time- i'm off to bed shortly.'
I laugh. Sort of.
'You'll be telling me you'll be drinking that bottle of cider next.'
'Actually i am.'
And with that, before 7.15 am, The Writer opens a bottle of cider, and drinks.

And to think i was worried about the amount of coffee he drinks..

Speak soon,
Shakespeare's Housekeeper xx

King Arthur...

Hello to One and All!
The more astute of you will notice there's been a year and a month between blogs-but i live in hope that if you look quickly at the dates, the lost year will fade into the background..
So, what have you all been up to? I've got loads of reading and catching up to do.
My world you ask?
Let me list, in no particular order,

I'm doing an Open University course in Social Policy and Criminology (ongoing)- mainly to keep up with the rest of the brains that seem to be bursting from the others in the immediate family (see below)- but also because i can't keep up with any meaningful conversation/discussion that happens round the dinner table at home.

Trying to get Darling Daughter sorted for Uni next year She's wanting to be doing Forensic Psychology ( must google :)))) Forms, forms, grants, forms, more grants, student loans. Ye Gods.

Hysterectomy. Less said about that the better. But i'm fine.

Holiday with my sister and The Writer stayed at home. He'd never have coped.

And speaking of The Writer-
King Arthur is almost ready for publication!!!!!!!!!!!!
It seems like it's been 'nearly ready' for aaagggeesss. But give it a couple of weeks and we're ready to go.
No thanks to the agent though. Haven't heard from him in months. So self publication is the way forward, particularly as it's so easy through the Web.
I'll put up the blog for it soon and there'll be a Facebook page shortly. I'm trying Twitter, but what's that all about?
The main thing though, is to stop calling 'King Arthur', 'King'. Because he wasn't one. As i've mentioned before.
There's loads more to speak of, but a years worth of stuff needs a lot of thinking about so more very soon.
Promise.