New versions of myself

I've spent the last few weeks updating my websites in an attempt to embrace all this modern technology and stuff. Heck, I may even Tweet soon.

In the process of my updating, I've installed two walking, talking versions of myself onto the sites courtesy of the marvellous chaps at Personal Web Presenter (www.personalwebpresenter.co.nz).

Only when I looked at them afresh did I realise how many versions of myself actually exist. To begin with, there is Marketing Savvy Jill ), the version who decides that putting video clips of oneself onto a website is going to increase one's Google rating. Or something like that. Look, I'm trying, okay?

Then there's Children's Entertainer Jill, in obligatory bright clothing and doing strange 'come closer' gestures to my imaginary audience (www.jillmarshallbooks.com). I'm hoping the readers I'm trying to entertain appreciate me making an idiot of myself, yet again.

And now, in the attempt to convince my adult writer clientele that I am, in fact: 1, a genuine author; 2, a genuine adult and 3, not an idiot at all, there's Calm Consultant Jill on www.writegoodstuff.co.nz .

They're all me, and they're all real, which leads me once more to the multi-faceted life of the author. Or schizophrenic, to give it its proper name.

Now I'm starting to get a little worried. People are always asking me if Jane Blonde is my daughter, and I always tell them that no, Jane Blonde is me as a child. Well, not marvellous Jane Blonde, but shy and awkward Janey Brown. Jean Brown, her mum, is probably me. G-Mamma? Mad Me.

When I come to think of it, most of my female characters are based to a greater or lesser extent on ... yes, me.

So now I'm thinking ... hmmm, what if I just write a rich version of myself? A staggeringly beautiful version of me whose age is magically reversing? A fascinating chat show host version of me who interviews all the other versions of me and gets Oprah-like ratings ... oh, think of the book club!

Can I write myself real? Or is that just another book in the making?

Anyway, the human just-walked-the-dog-and-made-tea-for-my-daughter version of me (which is the most prevalent of the Mes) needs a cup of tea and a session in front of the television to stop me worrying about it. Why not get the curious-and-what-is-the-mad-woman-on-about version of you to have a look at my websites.

SEE YA, BOYS AND GIRLS!
Bye for now, fellow writers.
The kettle's boiled, gotta go, buddy.

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