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That time I wanted to pass myself off as Joyce Carol Oates #TBT

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I submitted my first piece of writing when I was seventeen, a story about my first job, working at the employee cafeteria at General Telephone where my mother was a dispatcher. Rolling the 20# white bond backed by a sheet of thin blue carbon paper into my Smith Corona, I typed it out slowly, carefully, on a piece of erasable paper—and mailed it off to Cosmopolitan along with a cover letter. Not just to any editor at Cosmo, by the way, I sent it directly to Helen Gurley Brown. 

The piece itself, meant to be comical, was full of clumsy attempts at self-effacing humor.  I strived for a similar tone in the cover letter I addressed to Brown, completely clueless that the high powered editor in chief wasn’t the one reading unsolicited manuscripts. After I signed off I added the following PS. I could have said I was Joyce Carol Oates. What I thought that would accomplish I can’t imagine. That an unsatisfactory submission would get published because of a lame joke? 

No surprise, in the SASE I’d …

Bridget Jones Diary. On location in London. #BriFri


I just found British Isles Friday post which I shared over on Chapter1-Take1.com directly from London when my hubby and I visited in May. I'm not sure what happened, whether I lost my connection or just forgot to share it with my fellow Anglophiles following Joy Weese Moll's British Isles Friday meme. I'm making up for that now, adding some additional photos from Borough Market where Bridget Jones flat was actually above the Globe Tavern.



No matter how we felt about the sequels, we all fell in love with Bridget in Helen Fielding’s Bridget Jones Diary. Most of us saw a bit of ourselves in her, whether it was the overeating, over-imbibing misfit or the plucky lost girl who refused to give up, her honesty about her own flaws and foibles helped us laugh at ourselves. Rene Zellweger with her brave British accent channeled Bridget’s flirty spirit.


Hidden under the arches of London Bridge at the Globe Tavern in Borough Market is the flat where Bridget lived. I'm not sure if this young woman was waiting for Colin Firth or Hugh Grant to show up. She may be waiting still!


The market closes its doors at night, the stalls all shuttered up tight. 
But not to worry, there are so many restaurants surrounding the market area, the joint really is jumping.


Just down the street is #5 Bedale Street, the spot where Colin Firth and Hugh Grant brawled ineffectually in the street like a couple of old women in a catfight.


Shame on me, I left my notes back at our hotel so we didn't find the location for the fight scene. I think it's just through this tunnel. Hmmm. I wonder if that's a legitimate excuse to go back to London next year?


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  1. So much fun to see movie locations in real life.

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  2. Oh what a fun post! I can't wait to see those places in person. I loved Nottinghill and Bridget Jones' Diary. Didn't see the second Bridget movie though.

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