London, school holidays and chicken pox
I’ve visited Wembley IKEA, but I last spent proper time in London 12 years ago when my eldest was eight weeks. I hadn’t thought through things like breastfeeding on a rush-hour…
Category: Life
Afraid of my own novel
I’m theoretically in control of what happens over the pages of my novel. My say-so is required for Zombie apocalypse, Viking invasion or any other horror. And I’m writing women’s fiction.…
When the washing machine’s a few feet away.
I met a deadline yesterday. Relaxing a little today, I had a very pleasant morning and early afternoon with my next one. I’d already done the research and produced…
What parkrun did for me while I was having fun.
I have changed my mind about voluntary work in the last few years. The term used to conjure up images of motherly women in charity shops or retired men driving…
Imperfect, but here.
You may not have noticed, but I’ve been blogging weekly since New Year. I’m quite proud of myself. There are many benefits, the most obvious of which is my connection…
Where facebook comes in handy
It’s been an interesting week. To be honest, I’m a wee bit overwhelmed. My youngest sister graduated her Masters (with distinction we find from facebook- my family have never been…
Psychological edit- Would he really say that?
I’ve not been sleeping well recently. There are of course many downsides. Sleep is pretty important. Upside? I feel justified sitting in bed to write. Insomnia is the ultimate antidote…
Novel tangles, crocuses and people who have been warned.
I keep thinking of new things to tell you, but can’t think of a coherent order to put them in, so I’ll just spew them out. I think an editor…
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