However, in real life this all happens right at the end of July. Two days into the hideously massive school holidays and your youngest child has just dropped his Nintendo DS again.This time it's fatal and both of us are in deep, deep mourning...
The 'C' word. Children. Chaos.Cacophony.
The first time I was asked how it felt to get The Email, all that came out of my mouth was 'I feel like I've been hit by a bus'. And that's no reflection on the amazing team at Embrace Books, they accepted me, I love them, but how much worse could the timing of all this been I wonder? Law of the Sod I guess!
I have notebooks, an E reader and lots of Ibuprofen. I have a head bursting with ideas and Lots Of Important Things To Do. I have quite a bit of Dolmio. But do I really have to go swimming tomorrow? And play cricket? And go crabbing ? And all the other stuff?
Yes I do.
So, lovely, professional writers with broods out there I'd love to hear your top tips for survival over the next few weeks, I really would! Please!
Will the stress make me really skinny? No I didn't think so.
I'll be back later in the week, hopefully not with green hair or anything.
Wish me luck!