A friend described me today as ‘the black widow of literature’. I think I rather like that name. *Cue wicked witch-like cackle* Perhaps I could have it as an epitaph when I kick the bucket? I suppose I’d have to knock off a few more novelists though, so that the title sticks. Either that or I could have a go at writing crime fiction?
I am now half way through reading ‘The Growing Pains Of Adrian Mole’.