"Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you," said the wisest of wise men. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon."



('The Alchemist' Paulo Coelho)




Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Fame and fortune?

I've just seen the interview on BBC with fellow-blogger Petite Anglaise aka Catherine Sanderson whose blog was subsequently transformed into a book. She works in Paris and, two years ago, was ignominiously sacked when her employers discovered her blog and although she had mentioned very little about her worklife, took exception to what she had written.
This is something which happens on a regular basis to bloggers and there have been one or two high profile cases over the last few years. When I was in my last full-time teaching post, I was in the habit of letting off steam on my blog now and again about the negative aspects of the world of education and although I too did my best to avoid getting personal, my head teacher at the time did not like what she read and reacted by choosing to ignore me whenever she didn't have to speak to me. This lasted for the last couple of months of my time there, culminating in her complete avoidance of me on my last day and refusing to supply references for me when I signed on for supply teaching where I now live.
However, all that is well and truly in the past but what I would like to know is, does that qualify me for a book deal?
(Maybe I need to spice this blog up a bit first....a few mentions of .....knickers?) Think I might need to work on this....laters, folks. :)


6 comments:

Yorkshire Pudding said...

Well why the hell did you tell that headteacher about your blog? What she hadn't seen she couldn't react to.

Now - a bit of coaching so that you can be the next published blogger after Catherine Sanderson:-
1. Stop calling Keith Keith, call him The Beast instead.
2. Molest one of your counselling clients in the new downstairs loo and call him The Fling.
3. Stop writing about Probes, conservatories, walks in the countryside and retirement and replace these with cucumbers, cheap hotels, hitch hikers and that French geezer with the long snout - Gerard Depardieu or whatever he's called.
4. Move house. Rhyl or Wrexham or Denbigh or wherever you live are about as sexy as wheelie bins. Try Paris instead, Barcelona or possibly Sheffield.

Jennyta said...

Sheffield - sexy!!!! Get real, YP. :)I have been sitting here giggling like an idiot as I read your comment. Sheer brilliance. Will you be my ghost writer?
As to letting my head teacher know about the blog, I really didn't think I had written anything for her to get upset about.

Silverback said...

You just never know how people will react to blog posts, Jenny.

A few days ago I got the following comment out of the blue from someone who had read my Knaresborough post from last year.

Silverback ...

Get a life and go back to the jungle ... or the US ... or wherever you came from ... don't you think "Silverback" as a handle is a bit pretentious ?

More like "Mawling Moron wants his Mamma"

P


That's exactly how it appeared. I'm not sure what prompted this mini outburst but I console myself with the knowledge that he or she needs help a lot more than I do !!

The Mawling Moron

Jennyta said...

Sounds a bit like a spate of anonymous comments I started getting last year, Ian. They certainly do need help - and a life! :)

gemmak said...

Been there though luckily I wasn't sacked....or was that luck? ;o)

Jennyta said...

Probably seemed so at the time, Jane. :)

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