Took the kids down to the park this morning.
It was early doors. Like 08:45am.
After
being trapped inside all day yesterday, thanks to storm Carain, the boys were bouncing off the walls to get out.
And so, off we trudge—I say trudge because I’ve not drunk enough tea yet.
When we get there, both boys dart for
the swings as though Apple have just announced they’re having a sale.
Before I even get there, Theo’s shouting, “Wig worm! Wig Worm!”
He’s hopping around like the Easter bunny.
“Mummy, look it! Look it.”
“Oh my God! There’s loads of ‘em.” Elliott joined in the worm spotting.
He was right. There were a lot of worms
wriggling around on the rubber matting.
“Oh yeah.” I muster about as much enthusiasm as a teenager in a Santa’s grotto. “Must have gotten washed on here by all the rain.” There was a lot of rain.
“NO! Theo. Don’t jump
on them.” Honestly, sometimes I do worry I’m raising a psychopath.
Yes, I know, they are just worms. But still.
We debted leaving them for the birds, but Elliott, with his gentle soul, wanted to save them.
So there we were at 9am, bottoms in the air, using a little stick—because I’m too squeamish to touch the slimy buggers—rescuing worms.
We saved at least fifty.
Ok, maybe that’s an exaggeration.
It was more like 48. But still…
It felt good.
Just a small act that made a big difference to those worms.
Talking of small acts…
You know that small bit of copy that sells your book?
You know…
The book description.
If you’re having difficulty getting all the wriggly wormswords to fall
into place and sell the benefits of your book…
Because getting it right can mean the difference between a getting a sale or getting vamoosed...
I can rescue it.
Or write it.
It can seem like small part of the book, but it makes a big difference.
I currently charge £187, but that’s likely to go up
soon.
So if you want to be an early bird and catch the worm—even if your book’s not quite finished—hit reply. I’ll book you in.
Angie
