I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO CALL ME BLOG: AH! THAT'S A GOOD TITLE

The readers will probably be aware from the title that today is not an average day in the mind of Miss Clare-Elizabeth Clancy. Well, I suppose it depends on what you mean by average. Strictly speaking no day is that average for me, not that I'm Indiana Jones with an unpredictably exciting life; it's just that I find I can never tell from one day to the next how I am likely to approach each day ahead.

For some reason I have never quite ascertained, from time to time, today being a prime example, it takes all of ten minutes for me to crawl out of bed, wake up and suddenly turn into Ken Dodd at twenty-five but female. If any of my two readers (I think Jon does) is not aware of who Ken Dodd is, then shame on you.

Today I am full of beans and much to Jon's chagrin, won't shut up when he's trying to work. I keep finding very small uninteresting things interesting, forget that he's busy and tell him all about them. You would think I had been born in the Chinese year of the rabbit. Incidentally it was the rat. I'm not sure what attributes that is supposed to give me.

I am also becoming increasingly concerned (probably needlessly) that I am writing a public blog mainly for my own private amusement. Does this have moral ramifications, I wonder? Probably not. Maybe one day I can turn it into a prize-winning book and ratings-stealing TV series like that of Belle De Jour, taking extra publicity from the revelation of my true identity after the main character from the TV series version has already been given the wrong name - except Inside a Blank Mind the book and TV show would be a lot less scandalous I should imagine and the revealing of my true identity rather a superfluous exercise since I've already given my full name at the top of today's post....

GRACIE

As a proud Rochdalian by birth I am thoroughly excited at the impending TV drama on BBC4 charting the life of our beloved singer/actress Gracie Fields. However, I'm in Devon without a TV currently (aarrgghh) so shall be watching the film online after the event. For those readers interested in watching Jane Horrocks's portrayal of 'Our Gracie', tune in to BBC4 at 9pm on Monday. For any Rochdalians thinking of home and unable to watch the film till later, type 'Lancashire Blues' into Spotify (if you have it) and you'll have Gracie herself, missing the land of black peas and clogs....

WATCH THIS SPACE....

I have begun this blog goodness knows how many times. It was simple finding a suitable title but a nightmare trying to put my news into words.

The truth is I did not, as planned, get back on track with my work after last post, a situation that will be soon rectified. And that is not a hope; it is a statement. The reason for my new-found optimism and resolution...

Well, that's what 'watch this space' means. I won't leave you totally in the lurch (not that any more than two people read this blog or even care - it's hardly the cliff-hanger of the century. I digress.

As you two reading this will be aware, storytelling is a big part of my life and I know at least one of you is aware (NB if I've attracted any new readers not called Jon or Richard do tell me and I'll start saying things like 'you three' and 'my three' readers instead) that my big dream, besides being a published author, is to run and own the company that publishes my books. Well, I have been thinking about how to go about making this a reality lately and trying to make plans and I think I will be ready sometime next year. Further, I have today completed draft one of the book I would like to launch my company with so it's looking promising.