I have a daughter. A teeny tiny little human who needs everything I’ve got all day and all night. She is relentless. She is merciless. She is the most demanding and least rewarding boss I have ever had. But truthfully? She’s also the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I cannot believe I made her. For real.
Of course I’ve got a blog
And I’m going to use it.
What kind of writer doesn’t have a blog? But my blog is definitely my safe space where I write about literally anything. It’s lacking, shall we say, “structure”. I reason that everything else I write is heavily structured, so I get a free pass with the blog to blather on about anything I like. Leaving London for Devon in my early 30s, the thrills and fears of marriage, the second Sex and the City film (hey, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve watched it. Watch it, then knock it).
I really do like to keep myself guessing with my chosen blog fodder. Don’t try to make sense of it, just read it and tell me I’m funny.