Yes, you read right. My hairdresser is a God. An Italian God at that, which somehow makes it even better. He makes me feel for that 45 minutes, like I am a super important person and that my hair is precious and beautiful and I love him for it. The only slightly annoying thing is the fact that I always choose the windiest day and usually its raining too. So I'm stepping out all like, "L'oreal. Because I'm worth it." And within ten steps I'm thinking, well I'm clearly not worth it.as I'm battling through the wind tunnel that is Kentish Town. He he.
Luckily, Daniele's blow drying could survive a hurricane, so I make it back still looking pretty ship shape and A is there to notice and acknowledge and delight over.....so it's fine. Oh and for anyone wanting a lovely Italian God to make them feel wonderful for 45 minutes, please please sample the delights of Daniele at the Kutt Zone, Kentish Town!!!!!!!
So, my faithful readers, I have sent submission number five of my book off to an agent that I really want, so of course, I'm brickin' it. I e-mailed it off this morning ridiculously early and am left with the dreaded wait. I think it's good but then tomorrow I'll probably find a whopping mistake or something to change and I'll wish I hadn't sent it off. The mind works in mysterious ways!
The good thing is that I've been mulling things over in the old head of mine and I'm now pretty sure of where to axe a few things and really cut out the crap for the rest of book one. So I can get it down to a more manageable length. In my old age I am beginning to grasp this concise thing people keep bugging on about. And you can't argue that I am trying, if at least not always succeeding. The way I see it now, is that if it ever gets picked up and enjoys wonderful success, then I can always do an author's cut, with deleted chapters and additional extras. You know, just like film directors get to do. That'd be really cool.
And so, nothing amazingly crazy happening on the tube really, though I'm still way too hot and always in need of a bikini. I actually think I must be a werewolf, my temperature seems to run a little higher than most peoples. I'm there with my t-shirt and jeans and a sweaty tache (as in moustache) and there's people with coats and scarves and stuff. What? I can't be that abnormal, surely???? Literally every morning my head is dripping and I feel (for want of a better word) icky and a bit manly too. Women aren't supposed to sweat, they're supposed to perspire and be all dainty and stuff, but in reality I'm just a dishevelled mess most of the time. Ah well. It's part of the daily fun of being Helen.
I would rant about my job but eyes and ears may be watching and listening (to what? The tap of the keys?). So I'll keep it brief. One day I will live in a world where my staff come to work all five days of the week and do their jobs to their full potential. It's a dream and as Cinderella would say (sorry., we've been listening to the Disney princess album with the kids) 'A dream is a wish your heart makes.' Ha ha.
Well, I've been nicely drinking my way through a cassis and orange, a lovely cocktail which we drank a lot of in Japan and I'm feeling good. My hair is lovely and I'm going out for pizza, though that means facing the wind again. Ha ha. Then later it's the conclusion of Dexter Season 5, which is just awesome! I love it. Never before have I been routing for people to be killed and actually worried for a serial killer. I'm literally yelling at him to kill people off. It's insane, but an amazing watch. It kicks Mad Men's ass any day. Then we are also gonna start Chuck season 4. Whoop!!!!! I love Love film!
Have a great middle of the week evening and until next week, keep your fingers and toes crossed for a speedy reply from the agent and with some sort of positive message. Maybe you'd better cross your legs too and your toes and your eyes. Just whatever you can cross really. Cheers.
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