After blogging about my experiences as a middle aged singleton for the past two and a half years, I decided to invest a bit of time and effort putting an e-book together. Little did I realise quite what a task it was going to be, but eventually, after edit number ten (or was it eleven?) I decided it was now or never. Using one of my own holiday photographs, I created a cover, and finally uploaded Life Begins at 51 (and a half) to the Amazon e-book store. Thanks to another of my holiday snaps I created a cover for e-book number two; Life Gets Better at 52 (and a half); and now both e-books are available to the general public – how exciting!
Although much of the material is similar to the blog, large parts of it was re-written to suit a wider audience. I’m rather hoping that taking a satirical peep into the personal life of a middle aged single woman will help people to pass the time during a holiday flight. Alterantively, the bite-sized chunks, in the familiar diary format, are easily digested during an afternoon around a pool or on a beach somewhere exotic.
Both books are available for purchase, and they are also available from Kindle Unlimited (KU) as well as the Kindle Owners Lending Library (KOLL).
Feel free to take a look for yourself: Amazon Author Page
This week I spent a nerve-jangling ninety minutes being interviewed for yet another part-time job to go with all the other work I’m currently doing. I’m completely unqualified for the role and no matter how much I tweaked my CV I still couldn’t prove I had the essential skills required let alone the desirable ones, so when an email appeared offering me an interview I couldn’t quite believe it.
Sods law dictated that despite it being the official start of summer, the heavens opened as I left the house ensuring that I arrived thirty minutes later looking like a drowned rat. I’d been pre-warned about the ‘computer task’ I was to undertake, however, the very second I was seated in front of a screen my mind emptied, and by the end of the allocated fifteen minutes I’d only typed about three and a half lines. Then it was the panel interview, another terrifying ordeal involving people in suits interrogating me with random questions about scenarios that may or may not happen. I was so far out of my comfort zone I was practically in orbit, however I did the best I could, so if I’m not offered the position at least I’ll know that I couldn’t have done any more and it simply wasn’t to be. At least I tried.
It’d been a while since my last geocaching trip, so today’s excursion was well overdue. The weather was overcast, but warm and dry which made for a very pleasant afternoon wandering around outdoors searching for treasure. After picking up our first couple of finds in a residential area; which took a bit longer than anticipated due to a dodgy GPS and a red herring; we headed off into countryside.
A small, broken bridge was a sure-fire hiding place, or so we thought, but after a good old poke around it became apparent the cache was elsewhere. The first of our next four finds was eventually located but the second one was nowhere to be seen. The only place it physically could’ve been was in the base of a large oak tree, however, bees has decided to make a nest inside the hole and there was no way that either of us was prepared to stick our hands inside for a rummage, so a disappointing DNF (did not find) was noted and we reluctantly headed off to locate the next one. Eventually, after traipsing through a large field and finding ourselves literally up to our armpits in stinging nettles, we’d completed the challenge. Hurrah! I must admit that although, at times, this can be a slightly frustrating hobby, spending an afternoon outside with a mate, discovering hidden places and sharing new experiences is actually extremely good fun.
It was an old friend’s birthday today and I’d totally forgotten to send her a card in the post, so I decided to just pop round and put the card through her letterbox myself. I had no intention of disturbing them by knocking, but clearly they must’ve seen me coming along the street as the front door opened and her husband welcomed me and invited me in. Due to busy schedules over the past few years we’d only been managing to catch up in the supermarket aisles once in a blue moon, with the occasional text message in between, so it was great to actually sit down and have a proper natter over a coffee.
What was even more special was the fact that her daughter and brand new grandson were visiting, allowing granny and grandad to show off the latest addition to their family. It was hugs and congratulations all round while we somehow managed to cover all manner of topics; everything from hospitals to holidays; in the space of an hour. As we said our goodbyes on the doorstep we promised not to leave it so long before our next get-together, and I’ll certainly make a genuine effort to ensure it happens sooner rather than later.