Good question. Well firstly I am in Australia where I have been for a few months and I’m kind of lost in the emotional ether. There is far too much going on. I have fallen for someone who is unfortunately attached but, aside from the passion (because we do have to leave that aside) he understands me like nobody has. He reads me. This is very flattering to a woman. So if you mix that with my dear friend Bob who is dying of a brain tumour and then remember I am only here because a job in Qatar disappeared after it was there, then you have it.
This is why I have been in a gorgeous hideaway by the coast for a week, just having peace and quiet and god I do love being alone. Is it me or does anyone else feel much safer being alone? Emotionally I mean.
Anyway, there is also a very Good and Worthwhile reason why I have not posted. I am writing a book. A book on dating and relationships that women will read, men will enjoy reading and young feministas will hate me for. Because as well as sex it’s about self-respect. Because frankly, if a feminist gives her power of consent to someone else when she is drunk, is she a feminist? And then there’s all the usual stuff you expect from me and some you might not. It’s funny, it’s probably a bit filthy in parts and unlike most other books for women in this realm, it doesn’t let the reader think she deserves anything. And it might help her understand men which may be helpful.
I will blog but I am halfway through second draft and my dear ill friend Bob who is a screenwriter is pushing me. So I am on a clock. Because we don’t how long he’s got and he’s told me, “You fucking have to do this.” And he’s right.