So the floating has continued on. Even though I’ve got the second novel outline nearly sorted, I just can’t focus. I’m working away on various ‘boring paid work’ tasks, which isn’t helping my motivation, and suddenly sorting socks and polishing the coffee table seem far more important then actually sitting down and cracking on.
I often joke about being part of the Bad Mums Club but with the release of “Mothers Ruined” being a matter of weeks away, I’m really feeling it. I don’t need to tell you that writing a book takes a lot of time and effort, but even I didn’t realise how absorbed I would become …
It’s my birthday, birthday, ha-ha-happy birthday… (for those who watch Nick Jnr, that song will be in your head for the next twenty-four hours…you’re welcome). So yes. Today is my birthday, I turn 32, and as I type this blog post I’m sipping a glass of fizz while I wait for my sweet potato fries …