What to choose to write about?

I have been itching to write a blog? But what to choose to write about? My life as an actress and a write? But what about my dog, because I so love her.  As I can’t decide which, I have decided to sort of muddle through with a bit of each. Although I fully appreciate that my total adoration of my furry friend may be a little one-sided, so I promise to try not to go on about her too much.

Book Signing

It is August 2015 and, officially my new novel Guts for Garters hits the shops at the end of this month, and currently I am being sent around doing lots of promotion to publicise the fact that it is coming out soon.
I went to a book shop yesterday. The staff there were terribly nice, and because no one seemed to be vaguely impressed with my presence in the shop, except to ask me if I knew where the Sci-Fi  or the young adult author’s books were kept, one of the shop assistants brought me tea and cake. I adore cake and can hardly resist the smell of a cream and jam laden fresh sponge slice. However, I am abstaining from cake at the moment. (I didn’t like to say so at the time as the cake was definitely home-made, and with all the trouble it takes to bake a cake, and Mary Berry’s latest book flying off the shelf in front of my very eyes, when no one was even looking at mine, I felt the least I could have done was to say thank you. Otherwise, it might have looked like I was envious of Mary Berry. Actually I am. She has the most gorgeous figure and every shot I see of her on television, she has her mouth stuffed with cake. The truth is I am going on holiday soon and am hoping to get into my clothes, so am attempting to avoid anything that is heavily sprinkled with sugar.  I was about to drink the tea when a customer came up and looked at my name above my table and asked if I was Linda Regan.  Relieved I didn’t have a mouthful of cake, I said I was, and asked if she wanted me to sign one of my books for her. She said she did, but her eyes were glued to the sugary, cherry and cream filled, slice of cake on the plate in front of me. I crossed my fingers behind my back and told her I wasn’t a cake person and would she like the slice. She said she would and immediately ate it, she also washed it down with my tea. I didn’t like to object because she was the first person all day to ask for a signed copy of my book. (even though I asked if she wanted one). So I just handed her the book, duly signed.  She thanked me and as I watched her walk to the till to pay, she walked past it, and then out the door and into the street, still carrying my book in her hand!

I’d murder to get into EastEnders!

I am going to admit it, I am completely and utterly addicted to Eastenders. I have been following it almost since it began. I think the actors are the finest bunch in the industry, and I just love the storylines. However, when was watching it earlier, and wondering just how long before we truly find out who actually did murder Lucy Beale- (or is she going to make a big come back and not be dead at all). It came to my mind, as I watched, that at least half of the cast are murderers or have been in prison for murder, and all are out of prison. And all live in the same street. How many streets can boast of having at least half a dozen murderers as neighbours, I wondered.  Stacey killed her rapist, Ronnie shredded Carl in a car crusher. Phil, I’m sure murdered someone, or even a few people, Ben killed Heather (supposedly by accident- but he did hit her with a sharp object).  Jane, we think, hid Lucy Beale’s dead body. Janine killed all her husbands, ( I think there were three of them, although one had a heart attack on their wedding day and dropped dead at the altar).  Dean raped Linda Carter. Denise was killed by her husband, but in fact wasn’t dead, was just locked in the cellar adjoining her house, and then escaped and came back from the dead, but not before Lucas threw Sugar, their dog, in the river and drowned her.  Dot Cotton is serving life for murdering her son. I’m sure I’ve missed someone out and there’s more.   Oh, and if Kathy Beale is coming back from the dead, as did Dirty Den,  then I am watching out for a return to the square of the lively and lovely Lucy Beale.