Friday, May 22, 2009


The mists are parting on the dithering...I splurged to a friend. Confided, expurged, lots of adjectives that portray 'ejected the furball of writer's rambling' in roughest format. Okay she may well tell me it's a hideous mess. But...

Hey presto. I have a title. Popped into my head (after sending the above) and often the right title just makes me fire ahead. Fingers crossed.

Why do I wander around and around and around?

Dirty draft syno next.

P.S. Big bad wolf did not appear. Much icky litter was gathered.
Now I must go and be rescued by an AA Man (our car is stuck by the roadside). Do you think he'll inspire alpha male material? Hoping for too much?


Joanne Cleary said...

So how was the AA man?!

You can't tell us you have a title and then not share it -- that's cheating!

Judy Jarvie said...

Okay, okay, I cheated.

Cue drum roll for title-
Back To Basics Billionaire!

AA man provided an escort to the garage. Garage guru fixed car. Job dun good, hurray for men who understand carbitz. I no speaka da car innards lingo. jx

Suzanne said...

LOVE that title.

Every AA man who's ever rushed to my rescue (and there have been a few, my cars have all been very old) has been complete hero material.

Lorraine said...

Hi Judy,
I've tried emailing you twice, even used the link on your webpage but still got delivery failure message.
Could you email me at and I'll see if I can reply to that instead?
Thanks :-)