A proper introduction Leave a reply So, because I’m not sure what else to say, and I’ve already posted The Rules To Breaking Up thing and had a little rant about book snobs, perhaps I’ll introduce myself properly. My name is Gemma. I wrote a book. That’s why I started this blog. The book isn’t out yet, so at the moment this blog is just rather shy small talk. (You know, I should write this blog when I’m drinking, then it’d be much better small talk; albeit inappropriately flirtatious and mildly prone to falling over, with an annoying tendency to beg the DJ to play Marvin Gaye’s Got To Give It Up.) So the book. Yes. It’s called The Dating Detox, and it’s launching this Christmas. It’s a romantic comedy – skewing towards comedy rather than romantic, I hope – about being unenthusiastically single. I wanted to write a chicklit book that I would actually want to read if I had found it when I was in my 20s and making one of my all-too-regular lovelife mistakes, as some chicklit books (with some notable exceptions, particularly anything from Jilly Cooper, Helen Fielding and Nora Ephron) made me feel, well, more depressed and alone. I wanted mine to be the book equivalent of a hug and a stiff drink with a friend. I’m currently working on my second book, currently titled The Late Starter. More about that another time. I’m also a freelance advertising copywriter. So as well as writing said books, I work at ad agencies across London, stringing words together to sell things to people. I started freelancing two years ago with the hope of writing a book, and hurrah that it worked out. But my freelance work is a different subject altogether. If you want to know more about that, please feel free to email me. In summary, I wake up in the morning and taptaptap till I pass out at night. It’s great fun for my young man. Sometimes I type in my dreams. This is probably not healthy. In my spare time, I like to (a) read and (b) drink. Not together. (I say ‘drink’, by the way, not because I am a younger, blonder version of Oliver Reed, but because saying ‘I like to socialise with my friends in bars and restaurants’ sounds, frankly, tragic. My dad went on an accidental bender with Oliver Reed in New York in the 1970s. But that is a different story.) I can cook but choose not to. I don’t play sports. Ever. I do work out, but only because I like clothes and if I gain weight I’ll have to buy a whole new wardrobe. I like working alone in total silence, but can only cure writer’s block by wandering around in crowds. So if I can’t write, I tend to go for a walk around Soho or Chelsea or Notting Hill. (And no, the shops have nothing to do with it.) I can’t think of anything else to say so I shall exit, stage right, bowing awkwardly.