I don't know whether you are aware or not, but I'm also an author. I've written four books over the years and am currently attempting to finish my fifth, which will be on LinkedIn for business. But, that's not what I'm writing about in this post though. The reason for the post, is that I've been experimenting with simple e-commerce systems to see which ones work, which ones don't and how they all do it. I thought I'd share some of the ones I've been using with you today.
All Marion’s published writing to date has been journalism, it is only now that she finds the time to write the book said to be in all of us.
What is one thing that no-one would usually know about you?
I used to be a candyfloss maker.
Do you have any hints or tips for aspiring writers?
Observe everything around you and take note, everyone and everything has a story and there is much wonder to be found in the simple things. When we had the first heavy snow in several years, I saw a little girl of about four, walking slowly through the town with a snowball, cupped in her hands. She had never experienced snow before and to her it was the most magical thing she had every seen. The snowball was her complete focus and she walked as if it was the most precious object in the whole world and she didn’t want to drop it. I spoke to her parents and they said they would have to put it in the freezer when they got home, I often wonder if it is still there.
How do you remain sane while working?
I have to have music or radio 4 in the background or I find my mind goes off in too many directions.
What has been the best experience you have ever had in your life?
When I was a teenager, walking to school everyday,there was an elderly man who used to stand on the corner opposite,watching the traffic. I didn’t know him but always used to smile to see him there. I was very shy and one day he crossed the road to stop me which momentarily scared me.
He said: “I just wanted to tell you what is means to me that a young thing like you takes the trouble to smile at me every day, thank you.” He went back to his spot and we never spoke again; shortly after that he was not there anymore and I heard through the grapevine he had died.
Since then I have always smiled at people in the street, even when I am having the worst day because it costs you nothing but can mean everything to someone else.
If you could commit the perfect murder where would you hide the body?
In a slurry pit, that stuff dissolves pretty much anything!
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