My co-worker, Sarah, got her boobs out early this year. Not just randomly you understand, for 'Charity'. She was asked to take part in a race for life promotion, where you would be topless but body painted to make it look like you were wearing a top. She asked me if I would take part. I declined for obvious reasons, which hubbie was happy about. Until he found out that Nell McAndrew was taking part and then he seemed all too eager for me to take part. I still declined though, horrible wife that I am.
Sarah ended up doing various press stuff, one of which was an interview for Marie Claire magazine. This was done in two parts. An interview at the Cancer Research offices in London, followed by a photo shoot at her house. She was ecstatic, as anyone would be and we all eagerly awaiting the article going to print and waited and waited. Six months later she received an e-mail to say that the article wouldn't be used, as too much time had elapsed and it wasn't topical any more. Sarah has put a brave face on things but on a positive note, she's been asked to feature in Essential magazine for January. Sarah doesn't court publicity, she just wants to promote fighting for cancer where ever possible, so anything that happens as a result of her fund raising is a bonus.
In a small, insignificant way, I can relate this to my writing. When I started my blog, I did it for me and the fact that I pop up on the local radio every now and again, is a definite bonus. I have to be prepared for the fact that by finishing my novel, it may not open the doors I want it to, but if I can just get it to open one door, then that will make me a very happy bunny.