Tardy Blogger

I know I'm behind in my blogs, and my only excuse if the Australian Open tennis! Because Andrew and I are impoverished retirees, we do not have cable television, which means we get to watch tennis once a year. It starts with the Hopmann Cup and then trickles on to the Big One in Melbourne.

Mostly it's about 40 deg celcius here in Australia at any given time and place. This year I think it's not quite so bad. Last night we watched the Master, Roger Federer take apart out gladiator,l Lleyton Hewitt. I have never seen perfection before this. Hewitt did everything he possibly could, but Rodg The Dodge was in full form. I am quite sure he will be in the final.

On the writing front, I decided I need some agony, so sent off a submission to an agent in Victoria (they all seem to be in NSW or Victoria) so I can get a little rejection! If I ever get an acceptance I probably won't recognise what it is!

You never seem to stop editing when you write a novel. Every time I open the damned file, I see places where I need to tinker with it! I can't concentrate on the Celibate Mouse yet or begin writing the next one :(

The Australian of the Year was announced this morning and thank God, it's someone important again - a Professor who has done a lot of research into mental health. At one time, it was always a sportsman, some badly behaved footballer or cricketer who deserved the honour like a hole in the head. At least eh Aussie Government has woken up to the fact that we, the people, are fed up with these pathetic excuses for human beings!

Okay, I've had enough ranting for the moment.

Shall make a point of getting back into the swing of this very shortly ... after Saturday night when the finals of the Open are on!!!

Bless All,

Diana