In the beginning...

Once upon a time, in a faraway land (actually, right here in sunny England if you must know) there was a young girl named Daisy, who was a dreamy sort of a girl, the type prone to spending hours staring out of windows and wishing there was a fire-breathing dragon hoving into view instead of a blackbird and a couple of sheep. This girl was quite good at making up stories, and her imagination sometimes ran a little too far ahead of her rather prosaic life. In fact on a couple of occasions (and for "couple" please read "more times than I'd care to remember") her overactive imagination got her into a more than a spot of hot water.

Anyway, after a childhood of dreaming, the young girl grew up but there was still the little Daisy hiding inside her, the one who had a surplus of ideas and nowhere to go with them, wishing she could write them all down. So grown-up Daisy decided the nagging little Daisy had to be listened to, and she duly quit her job and began to write her first book.

That book wasn't quite the book it should have been (whose first manuscript is after all? And I don't want any witty repartee about 21 year old geniuses winning nobel prizes for literature at their first attempt), not to mention the fact that real life by this time had intervened in grand style (the birth of Princess O, and a return to work to name but a couple of things.)

The birth of Princess O sparked another little gem of creativity though, and book number 2 began to be written (late at night, in between working full time and looking after the aforementioned princess.)

So, here we are now: the book is written (and rewritten more times than I would care to remember), it has a title, and an agent to represent it, and yet.... it remains stubbornly not snapped up in a million-dollar-bidding-war-scramble by a number of top publishers, but instead, gathers metaphorical dust on my hard drive (and on that of my agent) while I wonder what to do next....

And it seems that the next that I have decided upon is entering the world of web 2.0 and the long tail, and starting a blog. So here begins the story of "Daisy Bennett and the Unpublished Manuscript".

I would like to assure you at this point that there will be laughter, tears, some romance (and dare I say it, maybe even a little sex) along the way, and of course a happy ending. But, dear reader, I am as much in the dark about these points as you are.