Yesterday was deadline hell. Had to cancel a load of meetings and was juggling a gazillion things all day. Thought I might have to cancel but managed (just about) to get enough work done to go out with the lovely people from The Register. As is always the case with them, much alcohol was consumed. Had a very nice dinner too though, which was good.
I was very pleasantly surprised when the editor introduced me and my other half to the rest of the team with a full bio. Apparently I'm 'The UKs foremost erotic writer'. Which is nice.
Got home and drank more while blatherng to various mates and working on three issues of the magazine at once (getting invoices sorted for one, pics for another - sooooo bored of looking at pics of naked people - and subbing articles for another.) Am seriously considering getting an extra pair of arms so that I can type on two computers at once as would be the easiest way to get my work done and have a life.
Wrote a suitably romantic piece for Cliterati and interviewed the lovely Flic Everett too, which was fun.
Did my BFBS interview today, which was cool - though utterly non-rude as was daytime. It's always fun talking about sex without actually mentioning shagging, squelchiness and general lewdness.
Have got another interview running on iVillage next week and a piece in The Star today, which is cool (well, it's supposed to be in today; how to have the sexiest Valentine's Day ever. Haven't seen it yet.)
The new issue of the Lovers' Guide magazine should be out today. Order it through the phone-line if you can't find it in your local shops (still shouting at distributors and have had numerous people mail me saying they can't find it. Which sucks.)
Now off to a party cos a mate of mine is unlucky enough to have ber birthday on Valentine's Day so no-one ever goes to her parties. Am taking other half though, so still have vague loved-upness going on.
Posted by emilyd at February 14, 2003 07:05 PM