Susan Stephens' Writing Diary

Ladies. Pass a glass of water. Flap a towel in front of my face. Anything. But make it fast!








Yes, I look happy, don't I?

But, not for long...

I was keen to show you how the lava flow on this particular island had broken up into tiny (nasty, spiky) little pieces, so decided to revert back to TV presenter mode (should have known I'd have lost my sang froid after all this time!)

There I was, smiling happily as Mr de Mille moved in for my close up, when this very round, very orange, very naked man appeared over the top of a sand dune and started wobbling towards me...
(Believe me, you really don't want to know the detail)

He was followed by a group of fellow back to nature enthusiasts.

Clearly, your author is not as broad minded as she imagines, since her legs went all wobbly and she got that feeling in her thighs like standing at the top of a very tall building when you feel like you have to jump off.

Aaaargh! I'm ashamed to say I shrieked, doing one of those funny runs where your legs flick out behind you and your arms wave wildly in the air.

What a relief to think I'll be back, safe and (well, almost) sound, behind my desk on Thursday!

Sxxx