My fingers are not crossed, how could they be, I'm the one typing this blog am I not? Of course with the technology around these days, there is no knowing. However, maybe it isn't as good as they make out in adverts, films or in fiction? I was trying to have a conversation over Skype at the weekend and after 15 mins or so, we gave up and used the old fashioned method, no not smoke signals. Although with my land line, smoke signals would probably have more clarity and none of that tinny buzz. Or is that because someone is listening in...:)
This particular post is about my successfully jumping over an enormous hurdle. Trust me, it is. Formatting might be easy for some/many, but not for me. And I have done it. Formatted my book, She Dreamed Of Flash Fiction and all on my own. I followed the instructions given to me by my tea loving friend, (though how anyone can drink tea without milk and sugar is still beyond me), and have been told that I got it right. (See his 'tea' blog; http://www.thephilosophersbrew.blogspot.co.uk/ ).
I have bought three books off the internet on how to do it, but some of us just aren't meant to use instruction manuals. In the end what actually worked was a 1:1 tutorial when I last went down to London. Anyway, the resultant glow of happy smugness from Cheshire must have shone bright enough to be seen globally.
