WanderingScribe

Feb, 2006. For the past five months I have been living alone in a car at the edge of the woods — jobless and homeless and totally unable to find a way out of it. I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't scream loudly enough, alI I can do is write. So here I am laying down tracks...hopefully the start of an online paper trail out of here. (A miracle happened...My blog was 'discovered' and I eventually got a publishing deal and made it out of my car to write a book about it...)

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Chile...

Thanks to Soldad I just came across this again. The journalist got in touch when I signed the book deal and was getting out of the car. It is from a newspaper in Chile. The picture still makes me smile — it's defintely not me though!

I don't speak Spanish so have no idea what it says, though get the general jist from obvious bits. Anyway, while I still haven't gotten around to putting up a blog here, getting on with work things and boring sorting-out things... I thought the picture might amuse, some. Again, it is not me, not even warm...

http://www.lun.cl/modulos/busqueda/searchleft_canales_new.asp?idnoticia=
CH8DKHPC20060608&pagina=1&variable=vagabunda