All posts filed under: Blogging

Careful…

Just kidding. I found this phrase on someone else’s twitter page and started wondering if she still had friends. Mustn’t that be weird, to be friends with a writer, fearing she is getting the inspiration for that neurotic girlfriend from you? And how bizarre must watching Sex and the City have been for the real […]

About the book. Or: being high and low

I think I have never been as ecstatically excited and terribly terrified about one thing at the same time. “Project Book” is moving along rather nicely. Characters in place, plot divided into 30 chapters; set up, major disasters and ending defined. It should take me less than a day to finalise the outlining process and […]

My dirty little secret

It all started rather harmless. When my friend Monique* handed me a tattered, pink paperback, I was a tad bit surprised by the cover. The photograph of a girl and a boy in a tight embrace, apparently joyful smooching away, made my cheeks burn with embarrassment. And desire. Desire to open the book and plunge […]

Spread the blogging love

I have been a bad girl. A very bad girl. I deserve spanking, no-pudding-straight-to-bed-orders and a week without Gossip Girl. My unforgiveable sin: precious memes, tags and awards have been bestowed upon me by my beloved, fabulous and lovely bloggie friends, and I have not responded in an appropriate manner. But I promise to be […]

Papa Frost

Let’s say you are in your mid to late 30s and Mr. Right is way out of sight. Let’s also say you had a very strong desire for a baby, but the idea of a partner to share this with seems far-fetched. Your biological clock is ticking mercilessly. What would be the Plan B? Is […]

Vote!

Of course, I have been at the polling station today to vote in the local election. But it doesn’t stop just here. Thanks to you, Metropolitan Mum has been shortlisted as Best Looking MAD Blog 2010. Yay! Who cares that you rate my blog’s looks over my – ahem – accomplished writing? Go, show some […]

Cookie love

Sometimes I find myself full of longing for a tiny bit of Lilly Pulitzer, college friend of Jacqueline Bouvier (better known as Jackie Kennedy), fashion designer and Queen of Preppiness. But this side of the pond there is just no getting your hands on a “Lilly” shift dress; as far as I know they are […]

Occupation: Mum

Surname, first name, address. Post code, telephone, occupation. Occupation? The worst bit of my recent and otherwise lovely course at St Martins was filling in an A4 form. Or this one little box, to be precise. Occupation. Occupation. Occupation. No matter from which angle I looked at the black little line behind the trigger, the […]