These two ladies and blogging buddies were instrumental in getting me off my behind to actually submit an article to a newspaper and, bugger me, it was published this weekend.
A few months ago Deer Baby complimented me on my blog posts and thought I should consider taking it further, maybe sign up for a workshop designed for travel writers. This planted the seed in my head but, in truth, I didn’t take it any further at that stage. Then a few weeks ago Wendy at Very Bored in Catalunya sent me an email suggesting I submit something to the Sunday supplements; she specified the Confessions of a Tourist slot in the Sunday Times travel section as worth a go.
So I had a go. I looked at the confessions from previous weeks and, knowing the main theme of the articles is a description of a holiday sexual encounter, considered telling the tale of my steamy romp in Tenerife. I emailed it to the travel department of the paper and thought no more about it.
A few days later I received an email from the Sunday Times saying they liked my confession and they would pay me for it. I thought falling off a chair from surprise was just a phrase.
A few emails back and forth: would I like a pseudonym? Nah, publish and be damned. Contract to be read, bank details provided. I sat back and waited, thinking they would let me know when it might be published.
Sunday morning, Dougie popped out for the papers and, leafing through the travel section, discovered my article under the headline “The Doctor will see you now, Miss…..all of you, in fact”.
I can’t tell you how excited I was. I don’t mind that people will be reading of my sexual exploits as it was all done in the best possible taste, darling!
Of course if you want to read my confession you’ll have to empty your recycling bin and find those Sunday papers or go online, pay £1 for 24 hour access or 30-day trial subscription and have a read.
In the aftermath, Dougie was rather embarrassed at his love life being disclosed to the nation too (it was he, dear reader, who was my partner in the story). He dreaded facing the Monday morning patients at the surgery. However I kept reminding him of the money in the bank and, being a true Scotsman, that cheered him up immensely.