So here I am...
...in rural South Lanarkshire, in bleak mid winter - only this winter is not feeling quite so bleak. January has scooted by with the odd glorious blue skied day and some lovely snow. And my book is taking shape. Which is making me feel far less antsy so am more likely to be at my desk, clattering away, than pacing the house, poking at the contents of the fridge or swinging idly in my swivel chair.
(Favourite fridge-pokery: cheese - esp Laughing Cow soft stuff - salami, cold chicken and humous).
I think the half-way point is the hardest bit of a book and I'm past that now. But I could do with some kind of laugh-o-meter to tell me if what I'm writing is funny or not!
Another strange development, after being completely swamped by children for almost 12 years (in a nice way of course) is that they are hardly ever here now - they're out on their bikes, or up in their rooms with friends - and suddenly there is so much more time to write. Even - yikes - with children in the house. It's probably still less than a 'normal' working day but feels vast to me.
I have also noticed that my children scuttle ahead with their mates on the pavement, all laughing and yacking away, and if I try to join in I get a really withering look.
How long till they announce that they need a few hundred quid to hop off to Ibiza with their mates?
(Favourite fridge-pokery: cheese - esp Laughing Cow soft stuff - salami, cold chicken and humous).
I think the half-way point is the hardest bit of a book and I'm past that now. But I could do with some kind of laugh-o-meter to tell me if what I'm writing is funny or not!
Another strange development, after being completely swamped by children for almost 12 years (in a nice way of course) is that they are hardly ever here now - they're out on their bikes, or up in their rooms with friends - and suddenly there is so much more time to write. Even - yikes - with children in the house. It's probably still less than a 'normal' working day but feels vast to me.
I have also noticed that my children scuttle ahead with their mates on the pavement, all laughing and yacking away, and if I try to join in I get a really withering look.
How long till they announce that they need a few hundred quid to hop off to Ibiza with their mates?
posted by F-word Mummy at
16:24
1 Comments:
Dear Fiona
I just read your piece "Second Baby Slobbery" in the magazine Mother and Baby (India). Its beautiful.
I burst out laughing when I read about the "Perfect Parent" trophy - I did try very hard to cling to it for my 1st baby too... :D!! My second one is not around yet but I know he/she will be slobbered and I do hope that by then I will begin to feel 100% like a parent.
A wanna-be writer myself, I relished the article happily and hope to learn a thing or two from all your works :)
Aarti Pathak(India)
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